Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

"Grandpa Liu's ancestors were royal chefs, right?" An Xueyan asked.

"Yes, his great-grandfather used to be a chef in the imperial kitchen, cooking for the most distinguished masters in the palace.

Before liberation, the Liu family was well-known, and many important people would invite them to their homes to prepare a table for their banquets.

Old Liu overheard their conversation and interjected, "Well, that was all in the past. It's no longer comparable to our ancestors."

"Grandpa Liu, you are too modest. Your craftsmanship is top-notch now." An Xueyan gave a thumbs up.

Song Sirui also confirmed: "Yes, the delicious ones can be swallowed with your tongue, and they taste even better than before."

He had eaten here before, so he knew if the quality of the food had improved.

"Can Grandpa Liu make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"

Old Liu pinched his sleeves and said, "Of course I know how to do it. You want to eat it, girl? As long as I have the ingredients, I can make it. But the ingredients are hard to get and the price is not cheap."

An Xueyan said proudly: "I want to eat it, the price is not a problem, my master has money."

Mr. Feng glanced at her, moved his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

I complained in my heart: This apprentice is such a spendthrift. He is going to squeeze out all my savings. I will never agree to treat you to a meal again.

Finally, I asked Lao Liu for a list of missing ingredients to take away.

After everyone went to bed at night, An Xueyan disguised herself and went to the black market.

The brother and sister had been here secretly before, so they were familiar with the place.

This time she was dressed as a boy and said to the gatekeeper in a low, rough voice, "Big brother, I have a batch of goods. Can your boss eat them?"

The gatekeeper was a skinny guy, who said disdainfully, "How much can you have? You actually asked me if I can eat it. Who are you looking down on?

What kind of stuff do you have? Can you show it to me? "

He looked at An Xueyan with a very arrogant look.

He took out one piece of each fruit from his pocket, as well as rice, flour and other supplies.

He showed the things to the skinny monkey one by one and said in a crackling voice: "These are samples, one thousand kilograms each. If your boss wants them, we can trade them at this time tomorrow night at the dilapidated factory one kilometer away.

Oh, and I have a list of ingredients here. See if you can get it. If you find any, please bring it to me tomorrow. This is a 3 yuan deposit."

The skinny monkey didn't take the money and hurriedly said, "Wait, this... I can't make the decision on your part. I'll take you to see our boss."

An Xueyan glanced at the skinny monkey, making him feel guilty before she said, "That's fine!"

"Come with me." The skinny monkey politely led the way. He didn't expect that this man would be so generous. How could he dare to make the decision on such a large transaction? If something went wrong, he would be buried alive by the boss.

After many twists and turns, he brought An Xueyan to a quiet courtyard, which was well connected and a good place to run away.

After being brought into the yard, she was asked to sit in the living room. The skinny man was called to a room next door by the strong man who opened the door for them before. It was estimated that their boss was in that room.

Soon a man with a scar on his face came out. The scar extended from the corner of his left eye to the lower right side of his face. If the cut was one centimeter to the side, his left eye would be blind. The scar was not treated properly in the early stage, and now it is particularly hideous after healing. Most people would probably be scared to death when seeing his face.

After the man sat down, he was waiting for the kid opposite him to speak first, but he just stared at his face without any fear in his eyes.

He could only speak first, "If your goods are only samples of this quality, we want them all. What's your price?"

"Brother Scar, what do you think my goods are worth?"

The man's face twitched at the sound of "Scar Brother".

A rough voice said, "Although I have a scar on my face, I'm not called Scar Brother. Everyone here calls me Tiger Brother. You can call me that too."

An Xueyan agreed in a very good manner: "Okay, Scar Brother."

The man named Brother Hu didn't want to argue with An Xueyan about this, so he took out their purchase price list.

"Your goods are of better quality than those on the market. I can buy your goods for a dime more than these prices."

An Xueyan looked at the price list and saw that it was 6 cents cheaper than what she sold in her hometown. She agreed without hesitation: " cents is too low. You are too insincere. Add at least cents."

"No, we can only add a dime at most. We will also be responsible for the transportation and sales risks after we sell it to you."

An Xueyan refused to listen to his nonsense and said with a curled lip, "Don't lie to me, I'm new here. This is the imperial city of Beijing. There are a lot of rich people here. The quality of my things can be used as tribute. For the low price you offer, I would rather sell them bit by bit myself."

His attitude was very firm and he was determined not to give in.

Seeing that she was not easy to deceive, the other party said, "You said a target price. This 6 cents is really too much. It is really difficult for us to sell it."

An Xueyan's eyes struggled for a moment before she gritted her teeth and said, "Since you really want it, I'll add 5 cents to the price. You won't lose out if you eat these things. We have some things to do here recently, otherwise if we take them to Shanghai, they will take them all in minutes."

"If you don't want me, I'll go find another family." Then he stood up and was about to leave.

Brother Hu smiled and said to keep him: "Don't be anxious, little brother, we are still negotiating. I didn't say I disagree, but we can't increase 5 cents for everyone. Let's discuss it carefully."

An Xueyan sat down again and argued with the other party, and finally sold a few items at a price of 40 cents more.

Brother Hu said with a look of being at a disadvantage: "I gave this price because I thought we would all be friends in the future. If you need something like this again in the future, you must come to me, Brother Hu."

An Xueyan smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay, I will definitely come to Brother Hu first in the future. As long as the price is right and there is no trouble, we can still cooperate frequently."

The other party also promised to try their best to get the ingredients she wanted and trade them together tomorrow night.

An Xueyan had no objection to this and calmly left the black market. The other party was tactful enough not to send anyone to follow her.

The strong man in Brother Hu's yard asked in confusion: "Brother Hu, why don't you ask the brothers to check where the other party came from?"

Brother Hu glanced at his men and explained, "He's so young, yet he dares to come here alone to discuss business. He must be someone he can rely on. We just need to exchange money for goods. There's no need to create a powerful enemy for ourselves."

An Xueyan quietly climbed over the wall and entered the yard. As soon as she opened the door, she heard the voice of her third senior brother.

"Junior sister, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?" It was dark and he couldn't see An Xueyan clearly.

An Xueyan replied calmly: "Oh, I drank too much water last night, so I got up to go to the bathroom. Now I'm going back to sleep. Good night, senior brother."

Song Sirui, who had just come back from peeing, was still not clear-headed and replied casually, "Good night, junior sister."

I went to bed again in a daze. Before falling asleep, I was wondering why I didn’t see my junior sister in the bathroom just now?

But I couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.