"So this is the general situation. 'Su Ji' is the name of the store and the overall trademark, and the outer packaging of each series must be designed separately." Su Qingluan jumped off the carriage at Xie's house and trotted all the way to Mu Xingzhi's house, telling him the general situation.

Mu Xingzhi was once again "bedridden" today, so Song Bo had to say that if he told her he went out, he would "only have tea in the front hall and did not see Mu Xingzhi."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingluan carefully looked at Mu Xingzhi's clothes today: not only did he regain his pale and sickly appearance of wearing a middle shirt and an outer robe, but even his hair was a little messy.

"I didn't realize you were so dedicated to acting." Su Qingluan teased.

Mu Xingzhi's pale lips curled up a little, without any comment.

"Anyway, this is the situation," Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi. "Before, you said that you wanted me to give you the right to design the outer packaging, so naturally, the font design of the trademark is also included. You must think carefully about it. I am a very picky party A."

Mu Xingzhi was no longer surprised by Su Qingluan's frequent use of difficult-to-understand words. Some things were enough for him to understand without having to delve too deeply into them.

However, when it came to the content he was about to take over, he still asked, "What is 'Party A'?"

Su Qingluan realized that this was not the case in this era, and quickly explained, "If I pay you to do something, then I'm Party A, and you're the one who gets paid to do it, so you're Party B. I have a lot of requirements, and I might ask you to revise them repeatedly."

So tremble, mortals! Let's go bald together! Who made her the poor Party B of Xie Fu, the Party A father?

In line with the idea that "it's better to go bald together than to be bald alone", Su Qingluan made a prompt decision and decided to try her best to squeeze out Mu Xingzhi's artistic germs within the limited time!

Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan with a half-smile. After a while, he asked softly, "You... pay me to do something?"

"...You said you didn't want the money, didn't you?" Su Qingluan decided to argue. "How can a man go back on his word?"

Yet, she was rapidly pondering: Why was Mu Xingzhi suddenly asking for money?! Wasn't he a powerful figure? Although she didn't know his true identity, logically speaking, wouldn't a mysterious tycoon ask a little girl from the countryside for money?!

It’s so cheap!

But if the other party insists on charging a counterclaim, I won’t be in the right. I also don’t know how much the design fee is in this era. Ahhhh... I’m going to bleed a lot of money again!

Su Qingluan had no time to hide her painful expression - mainly because for a money-loving person, the pain of this sudden increase in expenses was too sharp - and it happened to fall into the eyes of Mu Xingzhi opposite her, and he unconsciously smiled with a sense of amusement.

Of course, being so close, Su Qingluan realized that Mu Xingzhi was probably mocking her, but she didn't dare to find fault, otherwise she might be asked to pay!

However, what made Su Qingluan very relieved was that Mu Xingzhi did not mention the issue of paying wages in the end. Su Qingluan was happy to save the money and naturally did not say much.

It was Mu Xingzhi who carefully asked Su Qingluan about her thoughts on external packaging.

Su Qingluan had no idea about the upcoming new series, so she wasn't in a rush to design the packaging. Instead, the "Su Ji" branding and the corresponding trademark were what needed to be designed quickly.

After Mu Xingzhi wrote down the requirements one by one, he only made one request: the sketching class cannot be missed.

Su Qingluan thought about it carefully. Although the sketching class would take up some time, there was only one class every five days, and each class lasted two hours, which could be used as a way to change her mood.

What's more, the most basic theoretical knowledge has been taught in the first one or two classes, and the vast majority of the rest is based on practice to correct errors. Most of the time, Su Qingluan just watched a few students draw, without affecting her mind from thinking about other things.

So she nodded: "It's natural."

Because they had been arguing for a long time at Xie's house and talking to Mu Xingzhi for a long time today, Su Qingluan returned home even later than Su Guangfu and Yang who had just closed their stalls.

"What are you cooking today?" Su Qingluan lifted the curtain and entered the kitchen, only to see Yang rolling out dough.

"Mom, do you want to eat wontons today? Is there any meat filling at home?" Su Qingluan looked back and forth at the kitchen.

Yang smiled and said, "We're not making wontons today. We're going to have some comfort noodles."

Comforting noodles? Su Qingluan's heart moved: Could it be...?

As expected, Yang then said, "Today is your father's birthday. We were anxious to open the stall this morning, so we must at least give him a bowl of comfort noodles and boil an egg to bring him good luck in the evening."

As she said this, Su Qingluan heard a splash of water nearby, and both mother and daughter were startled.

Looking over, Su Qingluan discovered that it was a mandarin fish that was at least half a meter long and was happily splashing around in the basin of water!

Su Qingluan roughly estimated that the fish must weigh at least three or four pounds, so it must be expensive!

Seeing her eldest daughter's eyes light up as she ate a lot of mandarin fish, Yang smiled and said, "Your father usually likes to eat this mandarin fish, but he always hates it, saying it costs too much money. Today is his birthday, so I have to buy him one no matter what."

Su Qingluan asked with a smile, "Mother, how do you plan to cook this mandarin fish?"

As Yang rolled the dough into bigger and bigger pieces with a rolling pin, she replied without looking up, "Steamed... or stewed in fish soup, either is fine."

Su Qingluan blinked: "Mother, please give this mandarin fish to me. I guarantee that the whole family will be satisfied!"

Yang naturally trusted her eldest daughter's cooking skills and nodded: "In that case, the mandarin fish will be left to you."

Su Qingluan saw that Yang was busy and couldn't get her hands off the stove, so she turned around and asked, "Where is Dad? I'll go find him and light up the other stove."

Last time she lit the stove and smoked herself into a bag of charcoal, she didn't dare to do it this time - after all, it would be no fun if the noodles were smoked into "buckwheat noodles".

Unexpectedly, Yang quickly waved her hand and said, "Your father is celebrating his birthday today, so you don't have to work. I'll let the two little ones look after him." She smiled at Su Qingluan and said, "Leave your furnace alone. I'll light that one for you later."

Su Qingluan nodded when she heard that, and listened carefully in the yard. It was surprisingly quiet.

She was a little curious about how the two little guys were "keeping an eye on" Su Guangfu, so she tiptoed into the main room like a thief.

When she walked outside the main hall, Su Qingluan saw some figures moving inside and knew that the three men were probably there.

She carefully hid by the door and stretched her neck to look inside. When she saw it, she couldn't help laughing out loud.