Su Qingluan looked at the shopkeeper Liang opposite with a frown on her face. His originally fat face looked like he was about to cry, and she wanted to close her eyes.

It's just... a bit hard to watch...

Since she didn't want this girl, who looked like a tearful girl, to pollute her eyes, Su Qingluan, though reluctant, also tried to persuade her, "Manager Liang, you're being too serious. I just did what I could."

"For Miss Yu, it may be a simple favor," Shopkeeper Liang took out an ochre silk handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "but for me, it's a blessing of rebirth!"

...Why is it getting more and more exaggerated? She doesn't want to be a mother.

After a while, when Shopkeeper Liang had calmed down, he asked him curiously why he was so wary of the young man and his group.

Admittedly, Lu San looked like he came from a wealthy family, but honestly, wasn't choking on his food his own fault? It wasn't Shopkeeper Liang who poisoned him, so could he still frame Shopkeeper Liang?

Hearing Su Qingluan's words, Shopkeeper Liang smiled wryly and shook his head: "Miss Su, did you notice those strong men at the door?"

Su Qingluan nodded: "Those guys are tall and mighty, and it's obvious at first glance that they are not to be trifled with."

"Not only that," Shopkeeper Liang pointed to his feet, "When these people pushed me with their hands, their footsteps were silent."

Huh? Su Qingluan's train of thought didn't follow: the footsteps were silent, was it because the sole of the shoe was soft?

Boss Liang knew at a glance that Su Qingluan didn't understand what he meant, so he could only explain it more clearly: "People with such a stable lower body usually have a lot of energy inside. You can tell at a glance that they are martial artists!"

It's no wonder Su Qingluan couldn't immediately grasp the underlying meaning of Shopkeeper Liang's words. After all, how many people today practice martial arts? At best, it's just a hobby. Naturally, reaching the level of "inner Qi" is even rarer—it's safe to say Su Qingluan had never even seen one in her previous life.

For her, this statement is basically on the same level as "fairy from the sky".

However, after Shopkeeper Liang said this major premise, Su Qingluan immediately understood the other party's unfinished intention -

In ancient times, those who could practice martial arts had to be from wealthy families. Unlike academic studies, which were open to all ages, martial arts required good health, which meant having enough food and clothing, and avoiding simple meals, as this would not have the necessary strength.

Those who are able to follow several wealthy martial artists as bodyguards at one time are often not just "rich", but may also have a certain power and status.

If such a person of unknown origin really did something bad to Manager Liang's business, even if it was not Manager Liang's fault, he would probably not let it go.

At this time, Lu San's previous words "I have some connections in the capital" sounded even more special to Su Qingluan.

Su Qingluan touched the jade ring she carried with her inconspicuously, and felt that this small piece of jade seemed to have become heavier.

However, she still tried to comfort him, saying, "Manager Liang is blessed by heaven and will naturally be able to overcome this danger."

Shopkeeper Liang waved his hands repeatedly: "If it weren't for Miss Su, by the time the doctor from Huichuntang arrived, it would have been too late!"

Su Qingluan recalled the time when the doctor from Huichuntang arrived... Don't say it, this is really possible.

Shopkeeper Liang felt a bit scared, yet also a bit relieved. "Mrs. Su saved me today, and I have nothing to repay you for. If you need my help in the future, I will definitely go through fire and water for you. If you refuse even a little, I will strike you down..."

"No, no, no!" Su Qingluan's head hurt. How did it suddenly transition to swearing and swearing?

"Boss Liang and I have a contract," Su Qingluan said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Even for the sake of my share of the money in the future, I can't let Manager Liang and Hongfulou make any mistakes, right?"

Seeing that Su Qingluan had no intention of making any last-minute requests based on her favor to him, Shopkeeper Liang felt even more grateful to her: "Great! Miss Su is indeed a straightforward person! If you don't mind, I will make friends with you. If you need any help in the future, just let me know!"

Su Qingluan smiled at the words: "Uncle Liang, didn't you say 'The first time is strange, the second time is familiar, and the third time is old friends'? I thought we were already friends."

"Alright!" Shopkeeper Liang shouted, "Since Qingluan calls me 'Uncle Liang', how can I treat my family badly?"

As he said this, he took out a silver note of one hundred taels and was about to give it to Su Qingluan, who had changed her name to "Feng Hong".

Su Qingluan understood that Manager Liang was giving her this as a thank-you gift for the previous incident with Young Master Lu San, but she couldn't accept it - otherwise it would seem like he was asking for a favor.

After all, a red envelope worth one hundred taels is too much no matter what it is used for.

Seeing that Su Qingluan sincerely declined, Manager Liang did not force her.

At this moment, Su Qingluan was just thinking in terms of "more friends, more roads; more enemies, more walls." She thought that it would be better to make friends with someone like Manager Liang, who had a bold and righteous character and a wide circle of friends.

She never thought that in the future, this non-blood-related "Uncle Liang" would bring her great help.

When the errand boy came back from Manager Liang's house with a lot of pens, ink, paper and inkstone, Manager Liang took out a pile of stationery from his own accounting office and let Su Qingluan choose whatever she wanted.

Su Qingluan thought about trying out the texture of these writings, and then remembered that they had just discussed that the snacks were too sweet, so she thought about it and simply picked up a brush. After thinking for a while, she began to write down the recipe using tea leaves as an auxiliary seasoning.

While writing, Su Qingluan thought: Fortunately, in order to temper my somewhat impulsive temper, my master taught me calligraphy before letting me cut vegetables.

Later, after I fell ill and could no longer run and jump outside, calligraphy became one of the main activities for me to pass the time, and I never gave it up.

Therefore, when I wrote down this dessert recipe, although it was a little light due to the strength of my wrist, it did not look too timid.

However, Shopkeeper Liang looked at Su Qingluan's prescription and stroked his beard thoughtfully.

Su Qingluan looked up: "Uncle Liang, is there a problem?"

"There's nothing wrong with the recipe," Liang Youdao said with a smile, "but Qingluan, your handwriting is quite unique. I haven't seen it anywhere else."

Su Qingluan thought to herself, this is a very common running script?

But after thinking about it carefully, she suddenly remembered that the handwriting used by the people of this era that she saw was more inclined towards official script. However, since official script is also a common font when learning modern soft brush calligraphy, she didn't take it seriously.

It turns out that there was no "running script" in this era?

She didn't intend to steal his reputation for nothing in this time and space where she didn't know if there was a "calligraphy saint." So she said, "I happened to see this font in a book and thought it was interesting, so I learned it. I found it smoother and more convenient than ordinary fonts, so I've been using it ever since."

Upon hearing this, Shopkeeper Liang asked with great interest, "What's the name of that book?"