That evening, Shen Tingzhou received a reply from his old comrade-in-arms. The letter said that Zhao Jianjun had indeed asked someone to inquire at the county bureau, trying to find an excuse to delay the approval process. Fortunately, he had spoken to the approval department beforehand, explaining the workshop's situation in detail. Upon hearing that it was a project that would help the villagers get rich and could cooperate with the state-owned factory, the department immediately approved and expedited the process. At the end of the letter, the old comrade-in-arms added, "Tingzhou, I know your personality; you would never ask for anything that wouldn't benefit you. I'm happy to help you with this. Let me know if you need anything in the future."

Shen Tingzhou read the letter to Lin Wanqiu, who leaned on his shoulder, her heart filled with emotion. From being desperate when she was reborn, to now having a license, a factory, the support of her fellow villagers, and Shen Tingzhou as her strongest backing, it seemed that she had truly built her own home step by step in this era.

“Oh, right,” Shen Tingzhou suddenly remembered something, his tone filled with anticipation, “Although our workshop is called ‘Red Flag Food Workshop,’ I think when it officially opens, we should give it a more friendly name, like ‘Late Autumn Food Workshop’, after you. You are the initiator of the workshop and the core of the craft. Using your name will be easy to remember and will also let everyone know that this is a workshop run by our own people.”

Lin Wanqiu was stunned, then her eyes welled up with tears. She had never imagined that her name could be associated with a workshop—in this era, it was already difficult for women to run businesses in the public eye, yet Shen Tingzhou wanted to use her name, which was both an affirmation and a protection. She nodded vigorously: "Okay, let's call it 'Wanqiu Food Workshop'! From now on, we'll use this name to sell our pastries in the county town, and even further afield!"

Nian'an, who was lying nearby, heard the words "Wanqiu Food Shop" and said excitedly, "Mom, use your name! Then when people buy pastries, they'll say, 'These are pastries from Wanqiu Food Shop,' and Mom will be famous!" Lin Wanqiu smiled and patted his head, "Yes, when Mom is famous, Nian'an will be a well-known bookkeeper!"

Moonlight streamed through the windowpane, illuminating the business license on the table; its red cover gleamed softly in the moonlight. Shen Tingzhou grasped Lin Wanqiu's hand, and the two smiled at each other, both seeing hope for the future in each other's eyes.