Shen Ningning stepped forward, pointing at the group of troublemakers outside.
"Wuer, Aunt Yun, I want you both to take a good, long look. Memorize these people's faces. From now on, when we open the stalls to give out congee and soup, they are not to have a single drop of our water or a single grain of our rice!"
Her voice was soft and sweet, yet utterly formidable.
As soon as she said this, the faces of several people in the crowd of troublemakers turned pale.
Without any need for Shen Ningning to press them, they hurriedly covered their faces and scurried away in shame.
The leader of the group, however, had clearly been paid to come and make a scene.
He glanced back and saw several people leaving. He stomped his foot in anger and cursed, "A bunch of spineless cowards."
Then he raised his head and glared at Shen Ningning.
