After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

This time, Master Zhang was still wearing his blue long coat, and his white stubble beard was neatly trimmed. He sat quietly behind the steamed bun stall with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

A young woman was busy running around next to him, helping people buy steamed buns or dumplings. Zhang Erye remained silent, just sitting there quietly. The real work was done by the young woman.

From the first time they came to town to sell dumplings, only Zhang Xiaolin had been there to tend the stall. However, Xu Zhuzhu guessed that the quick-handed woman who was constantly greeting customers was probably Zhang Xiaolin's wife.

Zhang Erye, who was across the street, also noticed Xu Wenjie's gaze, but he did not avoid it and directly met Xu Wenjie's gaze.

His expression was calm, even with a hint of a smile, but there was nothing unusual about the smile, let alone any sense of guilt.

He was as calm as if he were staring at a stranger.

Just two weeks ago, Xu Wenjie had met with them. The three old men of the Zhang family had argued with Xu Wenjie for so long under the locust tree. Unless he was an old, demented man, it was impossible for Second Master Zhang to have forgotten Xu Wenjie so quickly.

So it was all an act. Looking at Master Zhang's expression, Xu Wenjie had a bad feeling.

He felt it was more than just stealing business.

After a moment's thought, Xu Wenjie decided to take the initiative. He lowered his gaze, patted Xu Zhuzhu's head, and gave the two children some instructions.

"Stay obediently by your mother's side and don't run around."

However, just as Xu Wenjie was about to head to the steamed bun stall across the street, the customers who had been following Zhang Xiaolin suddenly scattered and headed towards Xu Zhuzhu's pushcart.

"Huh? What's going on?" Zhang He exclaimed in surprise as she watched the departing guests return.

I couldn't help but feel a little happy.

It's important to know that most of Xu Zhuzhu's customers are repeat customers. The regular customers find the food delicious and bring in new customers in return.

Those who have tried the dumplings made with the beautiful pot from Xu Zhuzhu's family will naturally not find Zhang Xiaolin's dumplings as delicious.

However, the Zhang family still has the advantage in terms of price.

Xu Zhuzhu was also puzzled.

Xu Wenjie pulled a young man who had just left with the crowd but then ran back and asked, "Brother, what happened?"

"It's a lie!" the man waved his hand, indignantly saying, "What dumplings? They're just steamed buns! And they're making it sound mysterious by wrapping them in cabbage leaves!"

what?

The Xu family was stunned.

The man had also eaten dumplings from Xu Zhuzhu's family, but they were bought by her wife during the last market trip.

After their children tasted it, they couldn't forget the flavor. Their family wasn't poor; they could afford to buy flour. His wife also learned to make it, but they still couldn't eat it.

So this time, his wife made sure he came to the market early so she could buy some for the kids.

According to his wife, the dumpling vendors were a young couple who set up their stall next to the usual rice noodle stall, with a very simple pot on the ground.

But after he came, the rice noodle stall was gone, and there was no simple stall with a pot next to it. Instead, he saw a car that looked like a cabinet.

There was a couple selling things, and they even had a sign hanging on their vehicle.

The problem is, he can't read, so he's not sure if what they're selling here are dumplings.

Just as they were about to go up and ask, they heard someone on the street shouting that they were selling dumplings, and the crowd surged forward.

Seeing everyone rushing to grab them, he heard that two were selling for a penny, and although he went through with it in a daze, he was naturally still hoping for the best.

Who knew that what that person was selling wasn't dumplings at all, but completely different from what he had eaten before. It was clearly a steamed bun shaped like a shuttle!

Another man who had gone with them also expressed his dissatisfaction: "...On this whole street, only Madam Xu's family sells food wrapped in cabbage leaves. Those who have never eaten dumplings before will probably be fooled by that person."

Another plump woman who had lived in town for a long time nodded in agreement, saying, "I knew it! That Zhang guy had been selling steamed buns in town for years, how come he suddenly started selling dumplings? It's obviously a scam!"

"...It's one thing to be small, but do you think that just making a bun into a longer, pointed shape makes it a dumpling?"

Everyone chimed in with complaints that Zhang Xiaolin's dumplings were not as advertised.

Xu Zhuzhu burst into laughter upon hearing this.

So you were just copying without actually learning how to make dumplings?

Xu Wenjie and the others smiled slightly but did not comment. However, as the number of guests increased, he forgot about Master Zhang's matter.

After all, it didn't cause any real harm to their family.

After a brief period of low spirits, Xu Zhuzhu's stroller became lively again in an instant.

Zhang He also started cooking dumplings with a big smile, busy and happy.

With the trolley, they can now cook and make dumplings in one go, with everything laid out on the counter, making things much more convenient and eliminating the need to rummage around.

……

Before long, Zhang Xiaolin returned carrying a steamer basket.

However, this time, he didn't sell many of his steamer "dumplings".

The customers in front of Xu's cart fell silent the moment Zhang Xiaolin returned, as if they had made a pact, and then immediately became lively again.

Xu Zhuzhu looked over and saw that Zhang Xiaolin's eyes had long lost their joy, replaced by gloom.

Xu Zhuzhu felt uneasy, and she decided to keep a close eye on Zhang Xiaolin.

The vendors who usually set up stalls in the same place on the street all cast strange glances at Zhang Xiaolin because he suddenly started selling dumplings.

It's not that he can't sell, it's just that he hasn't even learned to walk yet, but he's already thinking about competing with others for business. Most people just look at him with ridicule.

One plump woman even bought dumplings from Xu Zhuzhu's house and then went over to tease her, asking, "Boss Zhang, do you still sell steamed buns?"

Zhang Wangshi, who was busy at work, greeted the guests warmly with a gentle smile, saying, "Selling, selling, how many would you like, sister? Vegetarian or meat..."

Before Zhang Wangshi could finish speaking, Zhang Xiaolin suddenly pulled her back, causing her to stumble and almost fall to the ground, but fortunately she had a table to hold onto.

Zhang Xiaolin directly replaced Zhang Wangshi, coldly glaring at the fat woman and sneer, "You old hag, I wouldn't sell it to you even if I had it!"

The woman scoffed, spat in front of the steamed bun stall, and walked away. "With such a foul mouth, no wonder you can't sell any. What lousy steamed buns! They're not even as good as the ones from the Wang family back then. They're so disgusting, I wouldn't even take them for free!"

Zhang Xiaolin's face turned green with anger.

He'll sell whatever makes money, so what's there for these gossipy women to say!

Xu Zhuzhu's stall looked as lively and bustling as it had been during the previous two market days.

"My lord, we have plenty of steamed buns today, why aren't you selling them?"

Zhang Xiaolin rolled his eyes at Zhang Wangshi, inwardly cursing her as an idiot.

He also threw the handkerchief that Zhang Wangshi handed him to wipe his sweat onto the ground and stomped on it several times.

"Sell, sell, sell! I'll sell you tomorrow!" he said, grabbing Zhang Wangshi's arm hard a few times and yelling, "What are you doing, handing me a handkerchief! Pour me some water!"

Zhang Wangshi was in so much pain that tears welled up in her eyes, but she dared not resist or cry out. She just held back her tears, silently picked up the handkerchief from the ground, and then went to pour water for Zhang Xiaolin.

As Zhang Xiaolin drank his water, he stared at Xu Zhuzhu's stall with envy in his eyes.

Just then, Zhang Erye, who had been sitting calmly to the side, suddenly raised his hand and slapped Zhang Xiaolin hard across the face.

"...Useless thing. You take out your frustrations on women outside, but what kind of skill is it to hit them?"

She then glared at Zhang Wangshi, who was sobbing beside her, and angrily scolded, "You're just as clueless!"

Zhang Wangshi lowered her head heavily, not daring to refute.

Zhang Xiaolin found her crying an eyesore and sent Zhang Wangshi away to fetch water.

Taking advantage of the moment when it was just the father and son, Zhang Xiaolin's eyes darted around, glancing in the direction of the Xu family, and he said with a sly smile, "Dad, I'll need your help with this."

"How can I help you?" Master Zhang asked suspiciously.

Zhang Xiaolin usually stays at his father-in-law's house in town. He came here today simply because Zhang Xiaolin had returned to the village a few days ago and said he was about to make a name for himself and earn a lot of money, so he was invited to come over and sit down and count his money. As it turned out, he only counted a dozen or so coins today...

Before he came to town yesterday, he secretly bragged about it to his third and fourth brothers. And what happened? If they found out, they'd probably laugh at him for ages.

Master Zhang had a cold face, but after Zhang Xiaolin whispered something in his ear, he chuckled softly.

Xu Zhuzhu, who had been watching the whole show from across the street, was regretting that she hadn't heard the Zhang father and son's conspiracy when the beads on her chest suddenly became burning hot.

Xu Zhuzhu immediately squatted behind the cart, out of sight of the crowd, took off the beads, and threw them into the bucket of water. Suddenly, an incredible scene was reflected in the water...