Baozi Xishi's Struggle

Chapter 131: The buns from Xishi's house are not clean

Li was caught off guard and almost stumbled. If Jiang had not been quick to pull Li up, Li would have been knocked to the ground by the big winnowing basket.

One of the two women was elderly, about fifty years old, with an angry look on her face, while the other was young, with tears all over her face.

The elderly woman shouted, "Everyone, come and see, these red bean paste buns from Baozi Xishi's shop are not clean. My child just ate them this morning and now he is vomiting and having diarrhea and is lying in bed crying. If anything happens to him, we will fight you."

People always love to watch the fun.

In an instant, a crowd of onlookers gathered in front of the stall, which originally had few people around.

Shen Yu pulled Dun Dun and the others behind him, while Jiang and Li supported each other and protected the children behind them.

For a moment, the family was surrounded and had no idea what was going on.

As the old woman saw more and more people gathering around her, she became more excited.

She was crying and saying to the onlookers, "Everyone, please judge for yourself. Our child was fine when he woke up this morning. He just ate two red bean paste buns bought from Baozi Xishi. In less than a quarter of an hour, he started vomiting and having diarrhea. It's scary. He didn't eat anything else this morning. If it's not that their buns are not made cleanly, what else could it be?"

At first, Li was intimidated by the two women who were overturning the stall and crying and cursing. Now she reacted and immediately became anxious.

Li's face flushed and she shouted loudly, "Ladies, please stop making false accusations. Our Shen's bun stall has been here for a long time. Everyone was fine after eating the buns this morning, but why did your child get sick after eating them? How do you know that he got sick from eating our buns?"

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Could it be that the Shen family's buns are really not clean? Ouch, why do I feel a stomachache?"

His shouting didn't matter. Among the people watching the excitement, several of them had just eaten the Shen family's red bean paste buns, and they suddenly felt a slight discomfort in their stomachs.

Shen Yu bit her lip and didn't speak. She was thinking about the process of making the red bean paste and candied dates buns this morning. There was nothing wrong with it. The red bean paste and candied dates fillings were delivered yesterday evening and were all fresh.

Now that the weather is cooler, the fillings are not so easy to go bad. Moreover, I have always used the fillings from the same company and there has never been any problem.

These two women look anxious and angry, but they don't seem to be pretending. What is going on?

Just when I was at a loss, suddenly a scolding voice came from outside the crowd: "What happened? What happened?"

Everyone turned around and saw that it was the patrol officer coming over.

As soon as the yamen runners came, everyone automatically made way for them.

At this time, someone whispered, "Hey, aren't these two women Mrs. Hu from the street bakery and her daughter-in-law Cui?"

Someone else said, "I heard that the bakery's business has not been very good recently. That old woman Hu has been finding excuses to scold her daughter-in-law on the street every few days."

Shen Yu felt relieved when he saw that the runners were the familiar Liu Sanjiang and Zhao Dayong. He stepped forward, squatted down and bowed.

As they were greeting, the old woman Hu jumped up three feet high and screamed, "Everyone knows that Baozi Xishi recognized the head of the police station in the yamen as her brother-in-law in front of everyone. They are all from the same family. These two officials are the subordinates of the head of the police station. How can they speak for us common people?"

Having said that, he sat down on the ground without caring about the dirt on the ground, slapped his thighs with his hands and cried, "Oh, my poor grandson, you have suffered this at such a young age, where can I go to seek justice? If you don't give me an explanation today, I won't get up."

The young woman next to her stood there blankly, her face turning red and white. She didn't dare to pull her mother-in-law, nor could she sit on the ground and cry like her mother-in-law. She could only hold her hands together and shed tears silently.

The two yamen runners were both young men, and it was difficult for them to go up and pull the man up, so they turned around and asked Shen Yu: "Miss Shen, what is going on?"

Although Mrs. Hu seemed to be crying loudly, her ears were perked up, listening attentively to the noise around her. When she heard the yamen runner asking about Shen Yu, she jumped up, went to the yamen runner and tried to pull his sleeve.

The person closest to Mrs. Hu was Liu Sanjiang. He saw that Mrs. Hu's hands were covered with snot and tears and were about to rub onto his sleeves. He jumped far away like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and narrowly avoided Mrs. Hu's dirty hands.

After he stood firm, he said with a straight face, "Madam, please just keep talking and don't make any moves."

Although Mrs. Hu acted like a spoiled brat because of her age, she would stand still when the officials spoke.

Mrs. Hu put on a pitiful look and said, "Sir, let me tell you, you can't listen to that Baozi Xishi's clever words to fool you."

As she spoke, she repeated what she had just said to the crowd, and ended by saying, "Sir, please help me. My little grandson is still lying in bed."

Liu Sanjiang patiently listened to Mrs. Hu's accusation, and then asked Shen Yu: "Miss Shen, what do you have to say?"

Shen Yu had already gone over what happened that morning in his mind. He was sure that his own ingredients and production process were clean. He had no guilt in his heart and felt much braver.

She glanced at the people watching the fun and said in a calm voice, "Two officers, I make all my buns and cakes myself, and the ingredients are all clean and fresh. Every morning I steam more than a dozen baskets of buns and cakes and sell them. This morning, only two red bean paste buns and three vegetable buns were left, and the rest have been sold. But why is it that only this lady's grandson is vomiting and having diarrhea, while the other guests are all safe and sound?"

As she spoke, she pointed to the crowd and said, "There are quite a few people here. They are the customers who bought buns from me just now. Please ask them if they feel unwell."

Zhao Dayong turned to the crowd and asked: "Did you buy any buns from Miss Shen's shop this morning? Is anyone feeling unwell?"

Everyone turned their heads to look around, and one of the guests said, "Hey, who was that person who was complaining about a stomachache just now? Anyway, I had two meat buns and a red bean paste bun this morning, so I'm not feeling uncomfortable right now."

Others also echoed: "We are not uncomfortable. I don't know who shouted just now."

At this time, a guest grabbed another young man and said, "Lian Erlang, weren't you the one who was complaining about a stomachache just now?"

The man saw that everyone was staring at him, and he stammered, "It's me, so what, I just have a stomachache."