The unlucky fake daughter was screwed by the rotten system

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

To be honest, this hot weather is not suitable for setting up stalls.

On the way to the stall, Yu Zhizhi's eyes occasionally glanced at the conspicuous Bao Heyang standing beside her. Seeing him wearing that bright red brocade robe, she couldn't help but speak:

"We're going to set up a stall and do some work today. Why are you dressed like a groom?"

With this posture, others would think that he was going to pick up a bride, and she, Xiaotao, and Ping'an were his servants, pushing his cart and giving him gifts.

The very eye-catching He Yang smiled and responded: "Boss, you said before that the job of greeting customers would be left to me, right?"

"That's right!"

"I'm the face of our stall, aren't I? When customers see me dressed so festively, they feel better and enjoy their food more."

After hearing what he said, Yu Zhizhi felt that it made sense. Since he was so proactive in acting as the face of the store, she didn't dampen his interest.

"as long as you are happy."

The two of them walked and talked.

Seeing the servants of the Yun Mansion pushing the wooden cart, following Yu Zhizhi's instructions, away from the bustling streets and heading towards the secluded residential area in the east district, He Yang's heart skipped a beat.

"Boss, are you pointing to the wrong place? Shouldn't we set up our stall on the bustling street?"

Yu Zhizhi's lips curled up slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile. "You're right. This is our first time setting up a stall, so we should try something a little different to make it more fun, don't you think?"

He Yang chuckled: "Boss is right."

A few days ago, he had expressed his loyalty and promised to trust the boss no matter what, so let the boss do whatever he wants!

But what he never expected was that the boss would play such a big game!

A quarter of an hour later, the trembling He Yang stood not far from the door of the Sixth Prince's mansion. At this moment, he wanted to die.

He regretted it.

"Boss, are you...are you planning to set up a stall in front of the Sixth Prince's residence?"

He was speechless.

Yu Zhizhi looked at him with a smile: "Yeah. Is it fun? Is it exciting?"

He Yang had a sad face and pulled Yu Zhizhi's sleeve, "Boss, this is not fun at all. Let's go somewhere else!"

The Sixth Prince hasn't come to settle accounts with them for the nonsense the eldest brother said when he was drunk last time, so why is the eldest brother so foolish as to come to him again this time?

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. We're just setting up a stall here, we're not stealing or robbing, what are you afraid of?"

Having been here once before, she had already decided to set up her stall under the apricot tree about ten meters away from the door.

This way, they also have a place to cool off.

After the location for the stall was determined, Yu Zhizhi began to direct Xiaotao and Ping'an to place the things they brought one by one.

Seeing He Pingan lighting the firewood in the stove, Yu Zhizhi said to him, "Go back to the grocery store and help with the work! The three of us are enough here."

"Okay, miss."

After He Ping'an left, He Yang scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Boss, can you tell me now what we are going to sell later?"

Yu Zhizhi raised the corner of her mouth slightly and pointed to a large wooden barrel beside her: "Just open the lid of this barrel and take a look, then you will know."

"So mysterious!"

He Yang became more and more curious and opened the lid of the barrel in a hurry.

However, the moment the lid of the barrel was opened, a foul smell hit He Yang's nose. His face changed drastically and he quickly pinched his nose.

"What's in here? Why does it stink so bad?"

He Yang frowned and looked carefully at the contents of the bucket, and found that the originally white tofu had turned black.

"When it's fried later, it's going to smell even stinkier than it does now."

He Yang's heart finally died, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Boss, you are not kidding, are you?"

"No kidding. What we're selling at our stall this time is stinky tofu. Don't underestimate this snack. Even though it smells stinky, it tastes delicious."

She patted He Yang's shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, our stall will definitely sell well this time. I'll let you try the first batch I fry later. How is it? I'm good to you, right?"

He Yang showed a bitter smile on his face, muttering to himself: Boss is using me as a guinea pig.

"Haha! I just had breakfast not long ago and I'm not very hungry yet. Let Xiaotao try it first. I don't mind."

Xiao Tao, who was dragged into the water, muttered softly: "Miss, I'm not very hungry either."

"Alright! Don't regret it later."

Guessing that the Sixth Prince was already on his way back home, Yu Zhizhi began to prepare fried stinky tofu.

Frying stinky tofu requires careful control of the heat; the oil temperature should not be too high or too low. Yu Zhizhi fries it very seriously, and from time to time uses chopsticks to give each piece of stinky tofu a flip.

When frying, it makes a sizzling sound.

He Yang pinched his nose involuntarily again and stood far away. The boss was right. The stinky tofu was still being fried, and its smell was even stronger.

At this moment, a richly decorated carriage slowly approached from a short distance and stopped at the entrance of the mansion. Inside the carriage, Zhao Yunjin, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly frowned.

An indescribable pungent smell drifted into the carriage from the door of the mansion.

He immediately opened his eyes, covered his nose with the folding fan in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Zhao Yi, what happened outside? Why is there such a smell?"

Zhao Yi and Zhao Wu, who were sitting outside the carriage, and the guards guarding the door all smelled the stinky odor, and they all knew where the odor came from.

At this moment, everyone's face became very ugly.

Zhao Yi, who was named, glanced at the people under the apricot tree with cold eyes.

He Yang was shocked. Isn’t this Zhao Yi, the personal bodyguard of the Sixth Prince?

He subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, muttering to himself: "Can't see me! Can't see me!"

If I had known, I wouldn't have dressed so conspicuously.

Then, Zhao Yi pointed at one of the guards standing at the door and said, "Tell me, what is Yu Zhizhi doing?"

“Set up a stall.”

"what?"

"Guard Zhao Yi, you heard correctly. We all heard their conversation just now. Yu Zhizhi is selling stinky tofu at the entrance of the master's mansion.

She doesn't want to go to the bustling streets, but to set up a stall here where there are few people. Is she crazy? "

Zhao started scolding: "Can't you smell this stench? Why don't you chase her away?"

Everyone looked aggrieved and responded in unison: "It's unfair!"

They had just smelled this scent, and coincidentally, the master also smelled it when he returned from court.

The guard continued, "I want to kick her out, but I have no reason to! Yu Zhizhi hasn't broken any laws. Our Chuyun Kingdom allows common people to set up stalls freely. Besides, she's not setting up a stall at the main entrance of the mansion, so she can't be considered blocking our entry or exit."

"When did she come?"

"I've been here just a short time."

Yu Zhizhi looked at the large carriage parked in front of the mansion and laughed out loud in a very unkind way.

"Hahaha!"

Her goal was achieved.

Cool!

The Sixth Prince must have smelled this stinky odor and made you break your promise and let me go.