The unlucky fake daughter was screwed by the rotten system

In the middle of the Xu hour, the moon is already high in the sky and the night is getting darker.

It’s finally time to close the stall.

Tonight was not without gain. In addition to Zhang Lei and the other three, the gluttonous brothers Dasha and Ersha, as well as the headmaster Fan Rongzhou, also came secretly to buy spicy hot pot.

This time, I sold a total of six servings of spicy hot pot at the night stall. Although the profit was not big, it was better than having no profit at all.

Yun Zhizhi looked at the remaining ingredients and wondered what to do with them.

She smiled at Zhao Yunjin and said, "Sixth Prince, would you be willing to come to the Yun Mansion and enjoy a midnight snack together?"

Zhao Yunjin nodded without hesitation and agreed: "Okay!"

Then, Yun Zhizhi added: "Everyone who listens will have a share."

He Yang cheered happily: "Woohoo!"

He thought that with the handsome Sixth Prince by his side, the old man would forget his friends because of the beauty.

When Zhao Yi and Zhao Er heard this, they were secretly delighted.

Although they could not get wages like Zhao San and Zhao Wu, at least they could get a midnight snack by helping to set up the night stall, which was much better than Zhao Si and Zhao Liu.

So everyone packed up their stalls and headed to Yun Mansion with the remaining ingredients.

The next day.

Zhao Yunjin sent two more guards to help with the work.

Compared with yesterday, Yun Zhizhi prepared more ingredients this time and brought more tables and chairs.

Her consideration was indeed correct.

Before noon, a long line had already formed in front of the entrance of Lishan Academy. Everyone in the line was looking left and right, eagerly waiting for Yun Zhizhi to arrive soon.

The 12-year-old Eighth Princess Zhao Yunxin was leading the 8-year-old Tenth Prince Zhao Yunlan in the middle of the team.

Zhao Yunxin had never imagined that in just one day, this novel and unique spicy hot pot would become so popular all over the capital. She had thought she had arrived early enough, but she had underestimated these ordinary people.

The tenth prince rarely goes out of the palace to play. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go out, but his mother doesn’t allow him to.

If he hadn't accidentally discovered that the eighth princess was planning to sneak out of the palace to find food, there was no way he would appear here.

He blinked his bright dark eyes and asked anxiously, "Eighth Sister, how long do we have to wait?"

Zhao Yunxin lowered her head and glanced at the Tenth Prince: "It should be soon."

Although this little follower was not born to the same mother as her, his mother, Concubine Rong, was very kind to her on weekdays, which made him particularly attached to her.

If he hadn't discovered this, she wouldn't have been willing to take him out of the palace. After all, she had sneaked out. If she was discovered, kneeling would be a small matter, but being confined would be a big trouble.

At this time, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Here she comes, Yun Zhizhi is finally here to set up a stall."

Several horse-drawn carriages and ox-drawn carts were parked steadily under a big tree. Yun Zhizhi jumped off the carriage quickly like a happy little bird and began to direct everyone in an orderly manner to carry food, stoves, tables and chairs.

Zhao Yunxin followed the line of sight and initially thought she was seeing things. She quickly rubbed her eyes and glanced towards Yun Zhizhi, "Tenth Prince, quickly look over there. Are those guards the Sixth Prince's personal bodyguards?"

"Yeah, it's Zhao San and the other four."

At this moment, Zhao Yunxin looked puzzled.

How come the Sixth Prince's personal bodyguards are here?

Judging from their posture, they are obviously here to help Miss Yun with her work.

Even though Yun Zhizhi was Sixth Prince's friend, she knew him too well. He would not be willing to send these personal guards out to help unless it was an important person or an important matter.

Could it be that Yun Zhizhi and Sixth Brother...

Zhao Yunxin suddenly felt as if she had discovered a big secret.

"Tenth brother, we have to be careful later. We must not let those guards find us. Do you hear me?"

Zhao Yunlan nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice: "I understand."

The person he feared most was his Sixth Prince, and he didn't want to be discovered by those guards.

Two quarters of an hour later.

Finally, it was Lin Hao's turn. He was at the front of the queue today. After selecting the ingredients he needed, he calmly walked over to Yun Zhizhi and said, "Yun... Boss Yun... I... I want..."

“No… not numbing… no… not spicy… no…”

Before Lin Hao could finish his words, he was interrupted by the young man behind him. He sneered, "Lin Jieba, are you finished? Don't delay me from eating spicy hot pot."

When Yun Zhizhi saw how hard he was trying to speak, she knew he had a stutter.

She smiled slightly and asked, "Not spicy or numbing, is it?"

"Ah."

Lin Hao originally wanted to say: It’s not hot.

In fact, he wanted a spicy hot pot that was neither numb nor hot.

Yesterday, although he enjoyed his meal to his heart's content, the scalding hot pot still made his tongue feel spicy, numb, and burned.

At this moment, seeing the people behind him urging him, he gave up the idea.

If Yun Zhizhi knew that his taste was so special, she would probably find it difficult to satisfy him!

After all, if the malatang is not hot, its taste will be greatly reduced.

Zhao Yunxin and Zhao Yunlan, a brother and sister, really enjoy the process of selecting ingredients.

Zhao Yunlan, in particular, would pester He Pingan to explain and introduce the ingredients he didn't recognize.

At this time, He Pingan was patiently introducing: "This is bullfrog meat, the four-legged frog that croaks in the fields. Although it looks a bit scary, its meat is actually very tender and firm."

"And these fern root vermicelli noodles. Don't be fooled by their black color. They taste extremely smooth and chewy."

Zhao Yunlan listened attentively and quickly asked, "Can you tell me what these fern root vermicelli noodles are made of?"

"Our master made it from the roots of a certain plant. You never imagined that!"

After He Ping'an finished speaking, he pointed at Yun Zhizhi not far away.

Zhao Yunlan nodded repeatedly, exclaiming, "Sister Yun is amazing!"

On the way to Lishan Academy, he had learned from his eighth sister that the cool and refreshing ice cream, the stinky tofu that was both smelly and fragrant, and the lipstick and essential oil that the women in the capital were crazy about were all rare items developed by Sister Yun.

She also helped the Sixth Prince heal the scar on his face. Not only did the Eighth Princess admire her, he also began to admire her.

Yun Zhizhi didn't expect that she had another little fan without knowing it.

Finally, it was Zhao Yunxin and Zhao Yunlan's turn to pay the bill.

Zhao Yunxin was worried that Zhao San and the others would see her eating spicy hot pot, so she had to act coquettishly towards He Yang:

"Fat brother, my brother and I are afraid to sit at the same table with strangers. Can we take the food directly to the carriage after it's cooked? I'll return the dishes to you later."

He Yang agreed without thinking.

"My brother and I both want a slightly spicy and slightly numb taste."

After Zhao Yunxin finished speaking, she immediately arranged for the guards behind her to stay and wait, while she pulled her tenth brother towards the carriage.

Zhao San, who was cleaning up the dishes, accidentally glanced at the checkout area.

He was shocked when he saw two familiar figures. He couldn't help but mutter:

"Am I dazzled? Why do these two look so much like the Eighth Princess and the Tenth Prince?"