MGASC -Chapter 67 That Sweet Little Mouth – Who Wouldn’t Be Dazed by It

The moment people heard the word free, the promotion worked its magic.

What’s more, the handsome man and beautiful woman ladling out fish soup by the roadside were impossible to ignore.

The man was tall and striking; the woman, soft and captivating.

Very soon, passersby began accepting the bowls of fish soup Lin Tianyue handed out.

Lin Tianyue introduced it enthusiastically from the side. The pedestrians found it novel, and after a taste, sure enough, they discovered just how good the dish was.

“This fish… feels different from what we’ve eaten before.”

Zhang Qiao beamed. “Yes, yes! It’s sour and spicy, super appetizing. Big brother, why not come in and have a full bowl? It’s two mao a bowl. If the noodles aren’t enough, you can add more. Men eat a lot—it’s actually a great deal. Eat your fill and you’ll have strength for anything.”

“You can add more noodles? Then I’ve gotta get a bowl.”

Having tasted it and liked it, plus with Zhang Qiao’s persuasive pitch, the passerby immediately sat down and ordered a bowl of pickled-cabbage fish noodles.

Zhang Qiao shot Lin Tianyue a smug wink. Her eyes were bright to begin with, now brimming with laughter, as if they could speak. Lin Tianyue’s heart fluttered; the ladle in his hand tilted, nearly spilling the soup.

Honestly—his wife was articulate, quick-witted, and sharp. She really had a knack for business.

That sweet little mouth, that bell-like voice—who wouldn’t be dazed listening to her?

Soon there was a second customer, then a third. The small stall filled up in no time.

Yingzi was busy cooking noodles, while Chen Gang hustled about greeting customers.

The tiny breakfast stall quickly gained popularity.

Some customers said it was delicious but explained they’d already eaten breakfast today. They said they’d come back tomorrow and even asked if they’d still be selling then.

Zhang Qiao, of course, said yes—and reminded them to come early. One pot a day; come too late and it might be sold out.

Yingzi and Chen Gang were stunned.

Chen Gang couldn’t help whispering to Lin Tianyue, “Sister-in-law is way too good at talking! The way she put it, I’m worried I won’t even get my share tomorrow. But… is she a little too confident in our noodles? What if they don’t sell tomorrow?”

Lin Tianyue shoved his head lightly. “Doing business is about brains. Ever heard of hunger marketing? Idiot. Learn properly from your sister-in-law!”

The term “hunger marketing” was something Lin Tianyue had heard from Zhou Junlin. He hadn’t expected his wife to already be using it with such finesse.

His wife was seriously impressive. Selling pickled-cabbage fish was a total waste of her talent.

But how did she know all this? Could Zhou Junlin have taught her too?

The thought instantly soured his mood…

After a busy morning, although they’d given away half a pot of pickled-cabbage fish for free tastings, they’d successfully sold the other half—proof enough of customer approval.

Yingzi excitedly did the accounts. On the first day, they hadn’t made much money, but they hadn’t lost any either—there was even a small surplus.

She chirped happily, as if she’d just made a million.

Across the road, Wang Yan’s mother watched the lively scene, so angry she slammed things around while working.

“Letting people eat and drink for free and still smiling! I’ll bet you’ll lose yourselves to death!”

Her son Wang Zhi sneered. “Relax, Mom. When have we ever lost at business? They’re just jealous of us and came up with that stupid freebie trick. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. It’s both vicious and stupid! If they’ve got the guts, let them give it away for free every day!”

“Exactly—stupid! Damn it, this whole morning’s been bad luck. Dazhi, did you calculate how much we still make per day after cutting prices?”

“Uh… well…” Wang Zhi scratched his head. At one mao five per bowl, working themselves to death every day, they barely made enough for food. If it weren’t to bleed out the surrounding businesses, he wouldn’t swallow this loss.

Wang Yan’s mother got anxious. “What ‘well’ or ‘uh’? Are we making money or not?”

“Mom, business is about the long game. Let’s just wait and see! Oh right—Yan has firmly insisted it was that surnamed Wang who raped her, and she’s got that cup of drugged water as evidence. After we close today, I’ll go ask again. She should be released in a few days.”

“Yes, yes, go quickly! Your sister’s situation is urgent!” Hearing her daughter might be saved, Wang Yan’s mother was so happy she forgot about the losses altogether, even shooing Wang Zhi away from work and urging him to go.

These past few days, they’d begged everyone they could, to no avail. In the end, their daughter herself had been ruthless enough—biting down hard on the claim that Wang Mingqing had planned to rape her.

Just like that, the hooligan crime suspect suddenly became the victim. Her reputation was ruined, but it was better than being executed.

As long as her life was spared, anything was possible afterward.

Worst case, they’d make more money as a family, move to a big city, far away from this place of trouble. They’d keep doing business, or find their daughter a government job, then marry her to a good family. With the emperor far away, who would know her reputation had been ruined?

As for the rest—gentlemen can wait ten years for revenge!

Those who wanted to laugh at their daughter would be the real joke.

Wang Yan’s mother grabbed her son and stuffed several dozen yuan into his hand. “Don’t go empty-handed. Buy a few packs of Daqianmen cigarettes.”

…

The breakfast stall was closing. Lin Tianyue wouldn’t let Zhang Qiao help, telling her to sit aside and rest. Later, worried she’d be bored, he simply sent Yingzi over too. The two sisters chatted away, chattering happily together.

Meanwhile, Lin Tianyue and Chen Gang handled the final cleanup. Lin Tianyue had helped all morning, and Chen Gang was deeply grateful.

Seeing that the stall across the road closed even earlier than they did, Chen Gang wiped the table and quietly nudged Lin Tianyue’s elbow. “Brother Yue, I heard Wang Yan’s getting released.”

Lin Tianyue’s gaze instantly turned icy. “She can even turn this around?”

Chen Gang lowered his voice further. “You know that woman—she’s ruthless. Doesn’t care about her reputation at all. Just says she was raped.”

Lin Tianyue’s expression hardened even more.

He could not forgive someone who had tried to destroy his family.

Especially someone who had tried to kill his wife and child.

If he didn’t pursue this, it would be letting a venomous snake go free.

And that snake would return sooner or later.

“The person I told you to deal with last time—any movement lately?” Lin Tianyue asked in a low voice.

“Beaten half to death. Probably still recovering at home. Brother Yue, you mean…?”

Chen Gang couldn’t quite read Lin Tianyue, but that guy Zheng Wencai had been beaten badly.

How dare he impersonate Brother Yue’s voice and trick Zhang Qiao into coming out? Didn’t he bother to ask around who Lin Tianyue was?

Back in the day, Lin Tianyue feared neither heaven nor earth. In all of Xiangshui County, he was famously known as the Living Yama. Which small business hadn’t received his “care”? Which bully hadn’t tasted his fists?

Every vendor on the street had to nod, bow, and offer him cigarettes when they saw him. It could be said that when the feed was confiscated last time, Lin Tianyue applying pressure at the county committee had been child’s play. If he wanted, with a single word, countless merchants would rally for him.

That was prestige.

And people like Wang Yan were nothing more than his lapdogs. Licking was one thing—but if they dared to disgust him…

Lin Tianyue’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He patted Chen Gang’s shoulder. “Come with me again later.”