Su Mei Is Still Alive?

Liu Chang'an went home and slept for a while. He got up as soon as it was light and went to the market to buy a hen, a rooster, and some pork spine and leg bones.

The hen was for the young lady of the Shangguan Family; she could simply be tossed into the carriage. The rooster, of course, was used to make spicy rooster topping, and the bones were used to make soup.

Every ingredient in making rice noodles is crucial; the chewiness of the rice noodles, the spiciness of the topping, and the aroma of the bone broth are all indispensable.

Chicken broth and beef bone broth are also suitable for soaking rice noodles, but chicken broth is more suitable for light-flavored noodle soups, such as matsutake mushroom and chicken mushroom rice noodles, while beef bone broth is used to make rice noodles with beef offal, beef, or beef balls.

Both mutton soup and seafood soup have suitable noodle types.

Liu Chang'an's Hong Soup Spicy Rooster noodles are best served with pork bone broth as a base, rather than chicken broth.

Moreover, the soup made from chickens raised on feed at the market isn't very flavorful, while the soup made from the bones of pigs raised on pig farms, thanks to their advanced breeding techniques, is quite good.

It's not to say that all ingredients are best when they're natural. For example, wild boar meat is only good for eating when it's fresh, but it's not actually suitable for ordinary people to consume long-term. The meat of a castrated pig tastes much better.

After Liu Chang'an finished all this, he carried the soup pot and placed it on Zhou Shuling's breakfast stall. At this point, Zhou Dongdong no longer needed to deliver the soy milk. After setting up the stall, Liu Chang'an made rice noodles for himself and Zhou Shuling, and drank soy milk for breakfast.

As dawn breaks, the day begins for the working people. They don't have many desires in life; touching their full bellies brings them a sense of contentment.

It's so languid that you just want to squint your eyes, sit on a small stool, watch people and cars come and go, and daydream all day long.

"Chang'an, you'll be going back to school after summer vacation. What will happen to this noodle stall?" Zhou Shuling asked.

"I applied to Xiangtan University, and my household registration is local. It shouldn't be a problem for me to be a day student within five kilometers," Liu Chang'an said, taking out a sign and hanging it on the breakfast cart.

"Eat as much as you can now while it's only ten yuan a bowl, it'll start at thirty from now on." The sign read this, Zhou Shuling was taken aback. "You're going to sell it for thirty yuan a bowl from now on?"

Thirty-one bowls of noodles are not unusual, but selling them for thirty-one bowls at a roadside stall is a bit outrageous. Doesn't the vendor consider their main customer base? Doing business this way will likely get them scolded by regular customers.

"A person should always have some ideals. Look at all these noodle shops in Junsha, which one has a flavor as unique and suitable for locals as ours?" Liu Chang'an said calmly. "Let's make some money first, and once we have some capital, we'll open a shop in the food court of Baolong Center. Selling a bowl for thirty-one yuan there will be perfectly normal."

Hearing him say that, Zhou Shuling understood. "I can't sell these breakfast items at the same price there. The key is to make good quality food, focusing on value for money rather than taste. This is perfect."

"Don't you want a shop? We're partners now, and of course we'll be in the future too... Once the shop opens, I won't have that much time, so of course I'll still have to partner with you." Liu Chang'an smiled. "I'm your landlord now, and I'll be your boss later, okay?"

"Since it's a partnership, then of course I'm the boss too," Zhou Shuling said with a smile. Anyway, it's still far from being finalized. She sighed inwardly, thinking that young people are so good at thinking positively about everything. They never considered that they might not be able to make it work, while she already had many concerns, after all, she owed a lot of debt and couldn't afford to lose.

That makes sense. Liu Chang'an nodded, and couldn't help but think of Su Mei. It wasn't that he missed her, longed for her, or yearned for her; she was gone, and all his emotions should be restrained and transformed into a state of calm.

It was just a recollection of those years; many of his businesses were managed by Su Mei.

Liu Chang'an looked up at the Baolong Center, which seemed to be visible from any angle in Junsha under the clear weather. The feeling that something was wrong with some things he had encountered on Taiwan had become much stronger.

Su Xiaocui said that Su Mei was dead, Liu Chang'an took it seriously at the time. But if he really wanted to doubt it, it wasn't some kind of death report with a corpse nailed to the coffin; it was just a sentence.

If Su Xiaocui can survive to this day, Su Mei might be able to as well.

However, given Su Mei's personality, if he lives and she grows old, she might not be willing to see him. She would probably only do things like arranging for Zhu Juntang to marry Liu Chang'an to settle the grudges from back then.

Su Mei had no idea that Liu Chang'an could change his appearance, so if Su Mei were still alive, Su Mei would have been told that the young master Ye from back then still looked the same as before when Su Xiaocui Liu Chang'an changed his appearance to meet Su Xiaocui.

In this way, if Su Mei were still alive, she would only be thinking about finding Ye Chenyu and wouldn't care too much about Liu Chang'an... She would probably care more about whose bloodline Liu Chang'an was with Ye Chenyu.

The current situation coincides with one aspect of Liu Chang'an's deduction: the Zhu Family does indeed intend for Liu Chang'an and Zhu Juntang to be together.

According to outsiders like Qin Yanan, Su Mei might indeed make such a decision, but Liu Chang'an knew better than Qin Yanan that it wasn't Su Mei; the current Old Madam Su was Su Xiaocui.

Logically speaking, Su Xiaocui shouldn't have needed to persist in this way, because Su Xiaocui didn't have that kind of obsession.

It could even be said that if Su Mei had died, leaving only Su Xiaocui, Su Xiaocui wouldn't have had the guts to arrange such a marriage on her own initiative.

Only Su Mei had such audacity; she was utterly unscrupulous.

Moreover, it would only be possible to make the decision to marry Zhu Juntang, the most beloved daughter of the Zhu Family, to Liu Chang'an if they wanted to continue some of the grudges and feuds from the past, targeting Ye Sijin.

In other words, this kind of thing can only happen if Su Mei is still alive... Since it has happened, it is only natural to conclude that Su Mei is still alive.

If she were still alive, she would probably be like Su Xiaocui, her beauty fading.

Liu Chang'an speculated for a while, but didn't rack his brains to confirm it. He was often like this; he just needed to have a plan in mind so that he could be mentally prepared for things. As for exploring the so-called truth behind things, only mysterious natural phenomena would give him a great deal of interest and motivation. Things that concerned people's hearts were really boring.

"Boss, is this powder ten yuan now?"

"The rice noodles are ready."

Liu Chang'an stood up, a businessman's smile on his face. "Would you like a fried egg? Yesterday we only had tea eggs. Rice noodles with an egg, life is perfect, good for your skin and health."

"Okay, add a fried egg."

Liu Chang'an successfully sold a fried egg and looked at the girl waiting for her soup noodles with a smile. This girl probably never imagined that there was once a superhuman being who would serve her soup noodles and a fried egg.

Humans are always lacking the eyes and opportunities to discover the amazing things that exist around them, and even Liu Chang'an was no exception.

The Third Mistress came over for noodles again this morning, and as always, she brought her well-behaved and adorable Zhong Qing with her.

That's all for today. My fingers hurt. As you get older, things really do get worse every day. Requesting monthly votes; I'll unleash my fury another day.