The shopkeeper looked worried. "Sigh, the pastries across the street smell so good, it's intoxicating. I've never tasted them, but just by looking at them, I know they taste amazing."

How did this pastry shop suddenly appear out of nowhere? And how come the pastries they make are so exquisite?

An old man in a robe, carrying a cane, entered the room.

"Hehe, I think the shopkeeper is in trouble."

As soon as the waiter saw the person enter, he immediately put on a smiling face to greet them.

"Oh, what would you like to buy, sir?"

"Our shop has all kinds of pastries; you can find whatever you want."

The old man stroked his beard mysteriously and said, "I have come here only to help the shopkeeper out of this difficult situation."

Before I even stepped inside, I saw a dark aura swirling around the entrance, while a purple aura surrounded the opposite side.

Clearly, their luck has been stolen by the other side.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Wow!" His gaze towards the old man immediately changed. "That's right, that's right, amazing!"

That's exactly it, Master, you really didn't see it wrong.

Master, please take a look and see if there's any way to solve this.

How can we revive our shop, which is practically dead?

The old man glanced at the shopkeeper, feigning hesitation, and said, "Well—"

Seeing the old man's blatantly gleaming eyes, the shopkeeper immediately understood what the old man meant. Without saying a word, he took out half a tael of silver from the money box and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"Please speak, Master."

The old man sighed, "Shopkeeper, there's no such thing as charity in business. You have to fight for what you have to fight for."

If you don't move, you'll only be trapped in a predicament.

Seeing how difficult it is for you to open this shop, I've given you a few pointers. Whether you succeed or not is up to you..."

The next two days passed peacefully, and no one came to disturb Anle's tranquility. The small business in the shop was thriving.

Leaning back on the sofa, Anle was casually flipping through the books she had gotten from He Yusheng. After turning a couple of pages, she twitched her lips and tossed them back onto the coffee table, rubbing her temples, somewhat speechless.

What the heck!

She didn't want to see these kindergarten toys.

Under the pretense of going to school and wanting to learn more, she wanted to borrow some books from He Yusheng, but all he brought her were these beginner-level books.

That makes sense, though. When a little kid like her goes to school, what she learns first is this kind of childish stuff from kindergarten, right?

It seems this method won't work either.

How can we truly understand this era?

Aside from going out and seeing the world for yourself, the only other way to learn is through books.

He Yusheng's family is such a large household, there must be many books in the house, and there must be a lot of things for her to learn, but there is no reason to borrow them.

As a result, I came up with such a terrible idea, and what I ended up borrowing were these introductory pediatric books for kids.

"Little Lele, how's your learning going? Do you want your brother Yusheng to teach you?" He Yusheng, carrying his beloved skateboard, stepped through the door with a grin.

Anle glanced lazily toward the door and sighed listlessly.

"No need, I'll go to school with you tomorrow."

He Yusheng was surprised, "Eh? So fast? Didn't you say you were going after all the shelves in your store were up and the new products were in stock?"

Anle gritted his teeth and managed to utter a sentence.

"Times have changed, let's not wait any longer, we'll talk about it when the time comes."

He Yusheng grinned. "Hey, so eager to go? You're not going to school because you want to hang out with me every day, are you? You miss me when you don't see me for a day?"

Anle rolled her eyes. "When my third brother comes back, I'll have him pee on you to wake you up."

He Yusheng looked defeated, squeezed the people in a bit, and plopped down next to Anle.

"No way, you've really hurt my feelings. I, He Yusheng, am a beloved young master of the He family, and even ladies from respectable families have to abandon their reserve when they see me."

Catching a glimpse of a suspicious figure standing at the door, He Yusheng raised an eyebrow. "Hey? Who's standing at the door? Why don't they come in?"

Anle followed He Yusheng's gaze.

"I don't know him."

"Look at him, peeking around suspiciously." Just as He Yusheng finished speaking, the figure walked in nervously.

He Yusheng nudged An Le's shoulder with his elbow and teased her.

"Judging from his clothes and appearance, he looks poor and probably can't afford pastries."

"Coming here, it's probably some distant relative trying to freeload."

Qiao Qiuniang smiled politely at the visitor, "What are you here to buy, sir?"

The newcomer licked his lips, clutching the hem of his clothes with an uneasy expression.

"Um... buy the cheapest pastry, to take home for the kids."

Qiao Qiuniang smiled and took out a box of melt-in-your-mouth beans from the display case.

"These melt-in-your-mouth treats are the cheapest here, and they taste really good, perfect for kids."

"Then... this one will do."

He Yusheng stared in astonishment at the person who had bought the melt-in-your-mouth snacks and left, and was stunned for a moment.

"Good heavens, with such a poor appearance, his clothes are patched upon patched, and he actually comes here to buy pastries and eat this expensive stuff? It's impossible, isn't it?"

Anle glared at He Yusheng with a snort, "What? You look down on poor people?"

He Yusheng chuckled, "That's not what I meant. Who would dress like that and afford this kind of thing?"

The family is definitely struggling to make ends meet, so how could they afford to eat this?

Something just felt off.

After He Yusheng finished speaking, An Le paused for a moment, glanced out the window, and said, "What you said seems to make some sense."

He Yusheng grinned, "Yes, a box of these melt-in-your-mouth beans costs fifty copper coins."

For someone from such a poor family, fifty coins was a large sum of money.

Let alone these melt-in-your-mouth beans, even some ordinary, expensive pastries are beyond the reach of these families.

To be honest, your pastry shop was originally intended for wealthy families like ours.

It's impossible for someone as shabby as him to even come to your shop.

"Don't even mention your place, even that pastry stall across the street that costs over ten coins a bite, they barely get to go in twice a year!"

Anle scratched his neck. "Forget it, why bother thinking about this? Anyway, they have the money to buy it."

"I open the door to do business. Whoever brings me money is my customer, whether they're poor or not."

Meanwhile, across the street from Yikousu, the shop assistant secretly glanced in the direction of the Paradise Dessert Shop.

"Looks like everything's fine, no one's suspicious. Cousin, if you manage to get this done, you'll get your share of the rewards."