Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

"Hey? It really is! You've all heard, right? Shen Niangzi's crystal soup dumplings are absolutely amazing! I feel like there are more people at the ghost market these past two days!"

Seeing the vendor's reaction, Wang Yueshu shook her head with regret. The vendor's praise of the crystal soup dumplings must be because he had never eaten crispy fried chicken.

What a pity, such a pity.

Suddenly, I realized that being able to eat crispy fried chicken even once in my lifetime would be a blessing.

It's much better than those who have never tried it.

The three asked the vendor for directions and continued walking.

Before long, a strong, fresh aroma wafted into our nostrils.

Wang Yueshu sniffed: "This smells...it's really nice!"

"Yes, this smell, although completely different from the aroma of fried chicken, is just as tempting." Wang Yuan squinted, savoring the scent at the tip of his nose. In the middle of the night, he suddenly felt a little hungry.

Foreman Xie's mouth watered instantly: "It smells so good! These crystal soup dumplings might not be as good as crispy fried chicken, but they're definitely delicious!"

The three quickened their pace, and upon closer inspection, they were astonished to find that the long queue stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Is Madam Shen really that amazing? Every time she sets up a stall, there's such a long queue..." Xie Bantou couldn't help but say.

"It's probably because these crystal soup dumplings are just too delicious..."

"But can it taste as good as crispy fried chicken? There's no way anything in the world that tastes better than crispy fried chicken!"

Wang Yueshu is a staunch supporter of crispy fried chicken. Even though the aroma makes her mouth water, she still considers crispy fried chicken to be her number one favorite.

After a long while, it was finally their turn.

Xie, the head constable, couldn't hold back any longer and quickly said, "Madam Shen, we'd like three baskets of crystal xiaolongbao, two with pork and one with jade shrimp!"

Shen Qing looked up and smiled slightly: "Oh, it's you guys. But I'm sorry, there's only one basket of fresh pork xiaolongbao left."

"One basket is fine, we'll take it!" Xie Bantou hurriedly said, afraid that if they were late they wouldn't even have a basket left.

"Madam Shen, why don't you reconsider your crispy fried chicken? You could sell fried chicken in the morning and crystal soup dumplings in the evening!"

Wang Yueshu couldn't help but crave crispy fried chicken whenever she saw Shen Qing, and she wasn't willing to miss any opportunity.

What if Madam Shen softens her heart one day and agrees to continue selling crispy fried chicken?

Shen Qing smiled politely, "I'll consider it. The buns won't taste good if they get cold. Go and try some buns."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yueshu cheered and nodded happily, then ran to the table, eager to try some xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

I sat down and looked around; there was only one steamed bun left in the steamer.

Looking around, Wang Yuan and Xie Bantou both had expressions of enjoyment on their faces, their cheeks puffed out and their eyes full of admiration.

The strong aroma hit her nostrils, and she noticed that the two men's eyes were like those of hungry wolves, staring intently at the last remaining steamed bun in the steamer.

Without thinking twice, Wang Yueshu pulled over the steamer basket, picked up the only xiaolongbao (soup dumpling), and took a bite.

The broth gushed forth, exuding a fresh and fragrant aroma; it was scalding hot, yet one couldn't bear to spit it out.

"Hiss~"

Wang Yueshu's eyes lit up after slurping up a mouthful of soup.

"This...this steamed bun..." It's simply heavenly and unparalleled.

Before the broth had even evaporated, your teeth were already sinking into the minced meat. The spiciness of the scallions and ginger blended perfectly with the rich aroma of the pork fat, creating a flavor that was not greasy and made your mouth water.

"Delicious, so delicious! How can there be such delicious steamed buns in the world? They're so good I want to cry..."

Wang Yueshu babbled on and off, licking the soup dripping from her fingers, looking as if she hadn't eaten in a long time.

Xie Bantou, still savoring the moment, chimed in, "Luckily we came tonight, or we would have missed it. I didn't expect these crystal soup dumplings to be just as good as the crispy fried chicken. They're so delicious!"

Otherwise, how about bringing the county magistrate some crystal steamed buns?

"It's a pity there was too little. We finished it in no time. It's not enough at all. Let's come back earlier tomorrow night and eat our fill!" Wang Yuan said, slapping the table beside him.

After saying that, as if remembering something, he strode over to Shen Qing:

"Madam Shen, there are many people at the morning market. You can sell crystal xiaolongbao there; business will be even better. Don't worry, I'll waive your membership fee!"

Shen Qing was packing his things when he heard the voice and smiled, saying, "Thank you, but my energy is limited each day. Selling at the Ghost Market is enough, and I don't have to get up early."

"Huh? But you can earn more money at the morning market!" Wang Yuan didn't understand.

"It's not bad to be at the ghost market; contentment brings happiness."

Shen Qing smiled faintly, pushed the cart, and left.

Wang Yuan was left standing there, stunned. It was the first time he had ever seen someone who didn't want to make more money.

Madam Shen is truly extraordinary.

"Brother, let's go too. Let's come early tomorrow night and buy a few more baskets of crystal soup dumplings!"

Wang Yuan sighed, "Little sister, I just can't understand why Madam Shen is unwilling to set up a stall at the morning market. She could clearly earn more money there..."

"Perhaps talented people are always unique. Madam Shen is so skilled at making food that she is naturally different from ordinary vendors."

Wang Yueshu has figured it out: since she can't have crispy fried chicken, she'll just come and eat crystal soup dumplings every day.

In any case, in her heart, crystal soup dumplings have already achieved the same high status as crispy fried chicken.

......

After slipping away, Song Wenqian did not leave the ghost market, but instead hid in the shadows and watched.

Zhao Cheng's wealth and extravagance distorted his jealousy.

Why isn't he a rich man's son? Why does he have to live such a tiring life?

No, he had to get rid of Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan is greatly favored in the Zhao family. If he becomes Zhao Wan's husband, he will surely receive a large sum of money.

That way, one can live a life of privilege.

He couldn't let Shen Qing ruin his plans.

Song Wenqian quietly followed behind Shen Qing, and only revealed himself when they reached a secluded spot.

"Qing'er, how have you been these days? Why did you go to the ghost market to set up a stall? It's so dangerous for a woman like you. Do you know how worried I was when I saw you?"

He pretended to be deeply affectionate.

Shen Qing pursed her lips, recalling the scene of this person fleeing in panic in front of the stall earlier, like a lunatic.

"Call me Shen Qing." The "Qing'er" thing sounds disgusting.

Why were you running just now?

"When I first saw you setting up a stall, I couldn't believe it..." Song Wenqian said with a guilty look on his face.

Shen Qing nodded slightly. Well, the original owner used to be a delicate and pampered rich young lady, and she certainly didn't seem like the type to run around setting up a stall.

However, the original owner and Song Wenqian had feelings for each other before, while she obviously did not, so it would be better to take this opportunity to make things clear and avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Perfect timing, there's something I need to clarify with you..."

"Qing'er, don't speak yet, let me speak first!" Song Wenqian shouted.