Lu Cuiling walked out of Su Ji and walked along the old street all the way to the west end, as if she was doing it unconsciously, or perhaps she missed her little granddaughter, so she walked to the west end of the old street unconsciously.
Along the way, Lu Cuiling watched shops opening one after another on the old street. In fact, she was just taking a quick look and had no intention of taking a closer look at what was being sold.
When she arrived at the west entrance of the old street, the first thing she smelled was a pungent smell of oil smoke, which immediately woke Lu Cuiling up.
Then, Lu Cuiling heard a man standing in front of a tricycle at the street corner shouting, "Come on, come on, Su Ji fried rice. We have everything from broken gold to gold wrapped silver. Come and eat Su Ji fried rice."
I heard that there was a three-wheeled motorcycle parked at the street corner, with an iron frame welded on it. There were various stoves and various ingredients on the car. It looked like a mobile fried rice vendor.
In fact, these mobile fried rice vendors can be found in the streets and alleys of many cities.
But what made Lu Cuiling a little strange was that the other party actually shouted that his name was "Su Ji Fried Rice".
Instead of going up to argue, Lu Cuiling first walked forward and stood in the crowd surrounding the car. After careful observation, Lu Cuiling asked in the crowd: "What kind of Su Ji fried rice is this?"
The stall owner, who had already received several orders for fried rice and was busy, answered absent-mindedly while making fried rice for others.
"It's the fried rice from the most famous Su Ji in this old street. I learned this from Su Ji, so it's definitely the most authentic Su Ji Broken Gold Fried Rice and Gold Wrapped Silver Fried Rice. How about it? Which one do you want?"
At this point, Lu Cuiling finally understood that the other party who was setting up a stall at the west entrance of the old street was actually pretending to be Su Ji.
Of course Lu Cuiling absolutely couldn't stand it, so she squeezed out of the crowd, came to the boss and said, "What makes you say you are Su Ji's fried rice? Who are you to Su Ji? You are impersonating someone else here."
The boss, who was still cooking fried rice in a pan, was also stunned by Lu Cuiling's words.
After a brief moment of shock, the stall owner directly retorted: "I learned this at Su Ji, otherwise how could I set up a stall here? Who are you? If you don't want to buy, go aside and don't delay my business."
Lu Cuiling turned to the crowd and said directly: "Don't be fooled by this person. This is not Su Ji Fried Rice at all, and he didn't learn it at Su Ji. He came here to impersonate someone else. Don't be fooled."
Originally, the fried rice stall owner's shouting attracted a lot of people to watch.
Many of them work in neighborhoods close to the old street and come here to eat at noon.
Unexpectedly, I came across a stall selling fried rice on the street corner. When I heard that it was Su Ji Fried Rice, I came over to take a look out of curiosity.
There were a few young people who didn't understand the situation and needed to pack up a box to take home, so they just paid for one.
But when they heard Lu Cuiling shouting like that, the crowd watching was suddenly in an uproar.
"Auntie, are you telling the truth?"
"Wow, this guy is such a liar? I want my money back."
"So he was a liar? Luckily I didn't buy it."
"That's what I was saying. My colleague told me that Su Ji is a restaurant inside the street. How come they set up a stall at the street corner?"
"Scammer, give me back my money, I don't want it anymore."
"Yes, refund, refund..."
After hearing what Lu Cuiling said, the crowd began to criticize, and those who had already paid clamored for a refund, which gave the fried rice stall owner a headache.
Looking at that old lady Lu Cuiling, the stall owner became furious and wanted to attack her rudely.
"What's wrong with you, old woman? If you keep talking nonsense here and ruining my business, I won't be polite."
As he spoke, the stall owner waved the iron spoon in his hand and actually approached Lu Cuiling.
When the onlookers saw this, they were all frightened in an instant. For a moment, no one stood up for Lu Cuiling, an isolated and helpless old lady.
Seeing that the stall owner had raised the big iron spoon in his hand, the crowd exclaimed. At the same time, a figure squeezed out from the crowd, looking like he wanted to help.
However, before the figure could make a move, Lu Cuiling had already taken action, stepping forward and kicking the stall owner directly on the knee.
The stall owner felt pain and the iron spoon in his hand fell down, and was caught by Lu Cuiling.
The situation reversed almost instantly, leaving the onlookers stunned.
Lu Cuiling waved the iron spoon, making a flower shape in her hand easily, and tapped the stall owner's head with the iron spoon and said, "Let me tell you, doing business requires integrity. If you have the ability, then show it. If you cheat here, your business won't last long."
After being hit on the head by an iron spoon, the stall owner quickly covered his head and pretended to be in great pain.
Lu Cuiling pouted and said, "Why are you pretending? Hurry up and ride your bike away. Don't use the Su Ji sign to cheat people here anymore, or I'll call the police to arrest you."
The stall owner covered his head, still very unconvinced: "Why did you let the police arrest me? What did I pretend to be? Is Su Ji your brand?"
Lu Cuiling took a step forward with a large iron spoon in her hand, scaring the stall owner so much that he stepped back.
Then the old lady said in an unusually domineering manner: "Let me tell you, Su Ji is my in-laws' restaurant. My son is now a cook at Su Ji. The so-called Su Ji fried rice is just prepared by Su Ji for the convenience of customers at noon.
Su Ji is a restaurant where you can order dishes in the evening. In addition to fried rice, Su Ji also has noodles with various toppings at noon.
You don't know anything, but you're pretending to be someone from Su Ji. Of course I'm going to call the police to arrest you."
The people around were all surprised to hear the old lady's domineering words, and the fried rice stall owner felt like he could only look up to her.
After hesitating for a moment, the fried rice stall owner said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to impersonate you, but I used to set up a stall in the alley two intersections away, but many people who wanted to buy my fried rice didn't come over on weekends, so I decided to set up a stall here."
Lu Cuiling put the big iron spoon on the stall, and then said seriously: "Just set up the stall properly. Do you think you can attract more customers by pretending to be someone else? Customers eat for the taste. If it doesn't taste good, they will definitely not eat it."
Then, Lu Cuiling turned to the crowd and said to a few people who had paid: "Don't return your money. It's not easy for them to run a business. Just treat it as a taste of their cooking skills."
The fried rice stall owner was a little surprised to see Lu Cuiling being so generous.
But then Lu Cuiling said, "If you want to go to Su Ji, remember that Su Ji is a small restaurant at the east end of this old street."
After the introduction, he looked back at the fried rice stall owner and without saying anything more, he pushed through the crowd and walked back along the old street.
At this moment, many young women in the crowd were envious of the gray-haired Lu Cuiling's firm steps. Someone couldn't help but mutter, "If I were this old, I could still be so domineering."
Not long after, the crowd at the street corner gradually dispersed, and the fried rice stall owner finally returned the money and rode away on his bike in dejection.
Looking at the crowd that was originally watching at the street corner, they gradually walked towards the east side of the old street. Zhuang Zhebin, who was about to stand up for Lu Cuiling at the street corner, said to his great-grandfather: "That grandma of my great-grandfather is so cool, she looks a lot like Grandma Xin."
Old Master Zhuang Daozhong smiled and said, "She is better than your grandmother Xin. Let's go to Su Ji."