diskusbooks Chapter 107 Encountering Lin Huaizhi in the Alley
Chapter 107 Encountering Lin Huaizhi in the Alley
Unfortunately, they were unlucky. Not only were they captured and taken back, but they were also beaten and injured all over. In the end, the two of them were sold to slave traders for a pittance of one or two taels of silver.
People who came to buy from them thought the prostitutes were dishonest and didn't dare to buy from them, thinking they might as well just starve to death there, but they never expected to encounter prostitutes.
The old lady and the master are both very kind. Having spent so much time in those shady places, she's quite good at judging people. It's definitely the right thing to do to follow the young lady closely.
Fuqu's cheeks were puffed out as she picked up a basket and pulled her out the door. "Let's hurry and buy some, or all the good ones will be taken!"
Seeing the two girls leave, Er Ya said to Wen Luozhi, "Auntie, these two young ladies are so diligent. I didn't have any other work to do this morning except make pastries."
Daya nodded in agreement. The two sisters had been making pastries since morning, and they hadn't had to do any of the usual chores.
Wen Luozhi patted Er Ya's head and believed her words without a doubt.
She had been at the front all day, worried that the two girls might be too embarrassed to speak up. But it seems her worries were unnecessary.
The two girls, Jianjia and Fuqu, are good, and the two security guards didn't slack off either.
When there are people around, I help to greet them; when there are no people around, I sweep and wipe everything down.
Jianjia and her companion worked quickly and soon returned with six chickens.
After spending half an hour preparing them, Wen Luozhi asked Jianjia to take three chickens to the backyard for Daya and Erya to make into roast chickens.
She carried the rest into the small kitchen, with Fuqu helping her.
She ordered one each of the Orleans, black pepper, and Sichuan pepper flavors, but still felt it wasn't enough, so she went to the backyard and got another one. She removed all the meat, minced it, and mixed it to make chicken nuggets.
It's a pity that the potatoes at home haven't been harvested yet, otherwise we could have used them to make French fries.
Once the fire was lit and the oil was hot, the chickens were flavorful. She then coated the chickens with egg wash and rolled them in seasoned flour.
She would blanch the chicken in water, then roll it in flour, repeating this process three or four times until it developed a scaly appearance before finally putting it into the oil.
The oil in the pan started to boil, and soon the aroma of fried chicken wafted out.
She poked at them with chopsticks to make sure they were cooked before taking them out to drain the oil, and then followed the same steps to fry the second and third ones.
By the time the chicken nuggets were ready, Fuqu was already dazzled by the aroma. When Wen Luozhi told her to take them to the backyard, she ran off quickly with a large bowl of fried chicken in her arms.
The young lady said it tastes best when it's hot!
Each person received a chicken leg, and the group of people who had just bought them looked at each other.
"Miss, we're already very fortunate to have anything to eat. This chicken leg has a lot of meat; let's save it for the other masters."
Jianjia was about to put the chicken leg back in the bowl when the others took the bowl from her.
Wen Luozhi had already taken her chicken leg, dipped it in the freshly made tomato sauce, and taken a big, hard bite.
"Just eat what I tell you to eat. It won't taste good if you take it back. You can just make it again when you get home," she said vaguely.
Seeing how much she enjoyed her food, the others couldn't help but swallow hard. They poured some tomato sauce, took their bowls, and went to sit down elsewhere, but didn't sit on the stone bench.
Even if their hosts treat them well, they can't be ungrateful; they need to know the rules.
Wen Luozhi saw this, but she wasn't about to preach about equality between masters and servants. This wasn't modern times, and they would definitely feel very uncomfortable sitting with her, and might not even eat a single bite.
Two people shared a fried chicken, and in the end, they were both so full that their bellies were round.
"Miss, just now when I was packing up some snacks, someone asked us what we were making, saying it smelled so good."
Jianjia had just been swapped back by Fuqu, and the scene just now still made her laugh.
When Fuqu went to exchange hers, she gave the remaining fried chicken to the person who bought the snacks to try, and asked them if they sold it in their shop.
He said he had been coming back every day since the store opened to buy snacks for his children, but he had never seen such crispy meat before. She explained it to him before seeing him off.
"Then let's make a smaller batch tomorrow and see how it goes. If there are many buyers, we'll increase the quantity later."
There happens to be one empty window at the Dessert House, which can be used to sell fried chicken.
With fewer people in the shop, she packed up some freshly baked pastries and a fried chicken and prepared to go to the academy.
As she approached the academy gate, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the alley. Taking a few steps closer, she realized it was none other than Lin Huaizhi, that skinny guy.
But at this moment, his movements were strange; one hand was gripping his thigh, and his face showed a relaxed and comfortable expression.
Wen Luozhi quickly looked away; she felt that it was a bit perverted and an eyesore.
When she arrived at the gate, she asked the gatekeeper to give the things to Wen Zijin later, because she still had a while before school ended, but she also needed to go to Warm Home to tell Xie He about the tomatoes tomorrow.
She took a detour around the road Lin Huaizhi was on, because if she ran into him, it would waste her precious time.
In the narrow alley, Lin Huaizhi was so tormented by the waves of itching that he leaned weakly against the wall.
When he woke up in the morning, he felt that his underwear was damp. After getting dressed and going to the toilet, he was so shocked that he almost fainted.
The red lumps on his lower body had developed blisters, and some of them had started to ooze pus. He could smell the foul stench on the tip of his nose when he looked down.
He quickly applied hot water and felt much better, but perhaps because of the heat, he almost couldn't sit still during class.
Finally, in the afternoon, he couldn't hold on any longer and said he wasn't feeling well and asked for leave.
He touched the last two taels of silver in his sleeve, then stood up and decided he still had to go to the clinic for a checkup.
Once he left the alley, he took a face mask and covered his face, afraid that someone who knew him would recognize him.
When he arrived at a small clinic, he first glanced inside and was relieved to see that no one was there.
He took a step inside but quickly pulled his foot back. He turned around to go back, but the itching and pain in his lower body was unbearable, so he turned back again.
Upon entering, a man with a mustache was dozing in the consultation room. Hearing the noise, he woke up and saw Lin Huaizhi, asking warmly, "Young master, are you feeling unwell?"
Lin Huaizhi's face instantly turned red. He opened his mouth somewhat awkwardly, but still didn't know what to say.
The man with the mustache immediately understood and led him to the examination room behind the curtain, where he lay down on the bed.
He was used to this kind of thing, and besides, he was useless in many ways except for his nose, which had already caught the smell.
Tsk tsk, no wonder. The moment he opened his eyes and saw this person, he knew he was into that kind of thing.
"Young master, with my many years of medical experience, I can see the problem at a glance. You... is there something wrong with you?"
The man with the mustache pointed to Lin Huaizhi's crotch, making him so ashamed he wanted to disappear into the ground.
After talking for a while, Lin Huaizhi, who had heard that the man with the mustache had treated many patients like him before, finally lay down with peace of mind.