Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart

Chapter 337: So, You’re One of the Madams Too

Since the Ghost Month passed, businesses have reopened, and the streets have returned to their former lively state.The ghost-eating-people incident has faded from memory, though occasionally mentioned in hushed conversations about supernatural events.

"Greetings, gentlemen! Miss Shen, long time no see!"

As Shen Qinglan and Duan Yunfei entered Shengxiang Restaurant, the accountant Lin Sheng greeted them with a smile.

"Mr. Lin!" Shen Qinglan nodded.

After she quit her job, Lin Sheng took over all of her duties, and Old Tang increased his monthly pay considerably.

Although he wasn’t as efficient as Shen Qinglan, compared to others, he was still pretty good.

Just as they settled into the private room, Duan Yunfei said, "I was just about to discuss something with you."

"What’s the matter?" Shen Qinglan was puzzled.

"It’s about Qingyun Inn," Duan Yunfei laughed. "Ah Xu wrote saying that the hotpot there is very popular, with lots of people ordering it daily."

"Really?" Shen Qinglan was pleased. "The broth prepared by that chef is excellent, really delicious!"

Duan Yunfei said, "The response to Qingyun Inn in Xiuying Mansion is good. I plan to open a few more when we get to the Capital."

"A few?" Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "Opening several at once, can you manage it?"

"We’ve got the menu and recipes ready, and there’s no shortage of people in the Capital," Duan Yunfei said. "I plan to sell the most popular dishes separately."

Shen Qinglan thought it over carefully and nodded, "That sounds good! It makes people more focused with clear division of labor."

"Can I join in too?" Le Zhao chimed in with a smile, "Let me earn some extra money too."

"Qing—yun—Inn!" Xuan Ying emphasized, "Can’t you understand the words?"

Le Zhao sighed, "I’m the son of a merchant family, yet clueless about business methods. Especially when I see those account books, I feel drowsy. My brother always says he doesn’t want to see me, sigh—"

Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow, "You’re the best at playing dumb."

Le Zhao’s heart skipped, "Why do you say that?"

Duan Yunfei raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile, and said, word by word, "Fang—Hua—Jue—Dai."

"You—"

Le Zhao was dumbfounded, "I never mentioned it to you, how did you know?"

Xuan Ming was surprised, "So, the top qinglou in the Capital belongs to you, Young Master Le!"

"Oh!" Xuan Ying squinted, "No wonder you were so nice to those girls when we passed by Zangxiang Pavilion before. Huh, turns out you’re one of the madams too."

"Pfft—"

The others burst into laughter.

"Cough cough—"

Le Zhao sprayed a mouthful of tea and coughed ten times before recovering, "What madam? I’m the owner, besides..."

He winked at Xuan Ying, "Aren’t I thinking about our future too?"

"What does your qinglou have to do with me?" Xuan Ying snorted coldly.

"How can it not concern you?" Le Zhao said, "Look, later it’s just the two of us living together. What if we have a child or something in the future? Won’t we need money? How can I support you all without some income?"

"You have quite the imagination! Who asked you to support?"

Xuan Ying, not knowing if he was angry or embarrassed, turned red.

"Oh!" Le Zhao laughed, "Don’t want me to support you? Then you can support me!"

"Have some shame!" Xuan Ying glared angrily, "Who said they would support you?"

Le Zhao chuckled, "Then let’s support each other!"

"You—you’re thick-skinned and shameless, I can’t be bothered with you!"

Xuan Ying, unable to outtalk him, turned away in frustration, preferring not to see.

The other three glanced at each other and all knowingly smirked.

Ah, such boredom in life, but watching Young Master Le tease his sweetheart can be quite entertaining.