Welcome Spring

They made a lot of money during the Qiqiao Festival, and He Yingchun distributed dividends to the two of them. The three of them counted the money and were very happy.

He Yingchun returned home, Wen Jingzhao had not returned yet, it had been like this recently, she was used to hugging Mimi, and recently she brought the little guy over, "My lovely little Mimi, luckily you are with me."

Gesang stayed with Mum and Lady Wang. Wen Jingzhao teased her about being a stepmother. He Yingchun waved her hands and said, what stepmother or bride? Gesang is a good guard at the house. The last time the smiling tiger came, it bravely saved its master and made great efforts.

If anything really happened to the two women, Gesang could stay there to take care of them.

Mimi moved her ears and heard a slight noise outside the door. He Yingchun listened carefully, but there was no sound.

"Is Wen Jingzhao back?" He Yingchun said as she got out of bed. Wen Jingzhao had reminded her several times to lock the door when she was home.

She opened the door and the cool night breeze rushed in, and she couldn't help shivering.

Wen Jingzhao was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed tiredly, his brows furrowed even when he was unconscious.

He must have just returned not long ago, with dark circles under his eyes and a listless look.

Her appearance remained the same, but her beauty looked somewhat decadent.

Feeling so tired again, He Yingchun sighed and touched his head.

As soon as she approached, Wen Jingzhao noticed it, held her hand, leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth, and whispered, "Sleepy."

The two entered the house.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"not yet."

"Then stir-fry and pull the noodles?" Pulling noodles is faster.

Wen Jingzhao said hello and hugged her from behind, "Thank you, my lady."

"Go back to the room and take a nap. I'll bring the food in later." He Yingchun was still not used to him calling her "wife". She shook her shoulders. Wen Jingzhao laughed softly, and the breath he exhaled fell on her neck, making it a little itchy.

"I'll stay with you for a while."

He didn't bother her, just sat on a low stool and handed her a pair of chopsticks or a bowl. There were some bloodshot eyes, which made her feel distressed.

He Yingchun put the Qiqiao fruit into a small plate and handed it to him, "Try it."

Wen Jingzhao likes to eat sweet snacks, but he is very picky.

She casually asked, "How does it taste?"

Wen Jingzhao ate a light green dessert filled with red bean paste, shaped like five petals. It was delicate and small, with a crispy outer layer. It tasted fragrant and delicious, with a delicate texture.

"Fine."

"But if it is made by my wife, it will be delicious and tasty." He said with a smile.

He Yingchun was heating oil in a wok, adding the beaten eggs, and serving them after they were cooked. "Tsk, you're just being so flattering."

She poured oil into the pan, added tofu and chopped green onions, and after frying the tofu until golden brown, she added tomatoes, added salt and soy sauce to season, poured in the scrambled eggs, and stir-fried them evenly.

Add water directly to the pot, tear the dough soaked in water into sheets and put it in. When the pot is about to boil, cut some vegetables and put them in.

Serve it out and a bowl of delicious noodles with fresh soup is ready.

After the meal, Wen Jingzhao took two more bites of the snack. He felt the taste was a bit strange, and actually pulled out a small piece of paper from the snack.

He slowly opened the note and read "The scenery of Qixi Festival is so far away, but we meet for only one night." It is quite poetic.

Before he could finish reading, He Yingchun snatched it away, "Hey, you actually got to eat it!"

Originally, Mum, Lady Wang, and she were trying to make dim sum. He Yingchun suggested trying to stuff edible paper into the dim sum and write poems on it as a gimmick.

But rice paper melts easily, and if it were real paper, it would be bad if someone accidentally swallowed it. Besides, it’s not hygienic. I tried making a few and when I opened them, I found that either the words were blurred or the paper was wet, so I gave up.

I didn't expect there was such a fish that slipped through the net.

"We met for only one night." Wen Jingzhao said, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

The two of them have been together for a long time and are extremely familiar with each other's micro-expressions.

He Yingchun told him to clear his head of all that yellow garbage. He could barely keep his eyelids open, but he was still thinking about random things. "Just go to bed."

Wen Jingzhao leaned forward, and He Yingchun closed her eyes helplessly. For a long while, there was no movement.

She opened one eye and saw Wen Jingzhao's mischievous smile, "Playing tricks on me again!"

Wen Jingzhao placed a delicate little box in her palm and said, "Open it and take a look."

He usually likes to play tricks like "buying the box and returning the pearl".

He Yingchun took the box and said, "What else..."

Seeing the little gadgets inside, He Yingchun fell silent.

It is a very exquisite seal with the three words "Welcome Spring" engraved on it. The font is elegant and graceful, and the patterns around it are delicate and graceful, just like spring flowers dancing in the breeze.

The bottom of the box is thoughtfully decorated with "yinzhu", which is ink.

He Yingchun couldn't wait to find a piece of paper and tapped it on the paper. "Welcome the Spring" appeared on the paper. The surrounding patterns were staggered, smooth and fresh, and complemented the three words.

"Do you like it?"

It was obvious, "I like it! I like it very much!" He Yingchun nodded and kissed him on the cheek.

Wen Jingzhao wiped his cheeks as if in disgust, but the upturned corners of his mouth could not hide his extremely happy mood.

"Did you ask someone to carve this?" He Yingchun held the seal and looked at it over and over again, as if he was playing with some treasure.

“I carved it.”

"Did you carve it?" He Yingchun looked at the carving craftsmanship. It was true that no one in the county could carve such delicate and intricate patterns, even with the craftsmanship of his eldest master.

"That's amazing!" she praised without hesitation.

"It can be printed on the store's signs, bags, and boxes, so that people can tell at a glance that they are from 'Xiyingchun', so that others don't make them and say they are sold in the store." Wen Jingzhao said.

He Yingchun was surprised. Isn't this the trademark right of later generations? However, there was no intellectual property law to protect it at that time. If there were another Xiyingchun, Xiyingchun, or Xiyingcun, she would really have no idea what to do.

She is very self-reflective. The reputation of "Xiyingchun" is still not loud enough. The landmark "Dongshi" is more eye-catching. If customers recommend it, they usually say it is Dongshi Noodle House. Recently, too many noodle shops have followed suit.

Some customers also said that they wanted to introduce some relatives and friends to "Xiyingchun" to eat noodles, but as there were too many noodle shops, they were recruited to other restaurants, and they blamed them for not eating well.

You’re right.

There is actually a "Xiyingxia" noodle shop opposite the "Xiyingchun" noodle shop, which is quite appropriate since it is summer.

They don't sell noodles, they sell rouge, powder, dresses and so on. To be honest, there is no competition between the two, but I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Lady Wang even disguised herself and went to find out who opened it. She thought it probably belonged to some wealthy man. According to the gossip that Lady Wang had heard, it was probably opened by the wealthy man as a joke to please his concubine.

Wow, you’re so rich.

Madam Wang's calculations clattered. "That's too disgusting! They have to organize something like 'Welcoming Summer'. If you didn't know, you'd think we opened a branch! So many customers have asked me about it!"

They didn't steal or rob anything, and the government has no right to interfere in this matter. He Yingchun really has no choice but to just sell noodles honestly!

Madam Wang has been in a bad mood recently, mainly because she and Li Bin are getting married.

However, her brother and sister-in-law disagreed and came to persuade her every few days.

"You are not young anymore, and this is your second marriage. The other person is eight years younger than you. This... this is not appropriate!" Brother Wang kept trying to persuade her for several days, repeating the same few sentences over and over again: big age gap, second marriage, what exactly does Li Bin want from his words?

Mrs. Wang didn't have any rules, so she echoed, "Yes, yes, don't be fooled."

This is not even mentioning the fact that Li Bin was a slave, otherwise Brother Wang would probably be in a big fuss.

"Anyway, my parents are gone, and you are my only sister. If you really want to make up your mind, I, as your brother, can't stop you." Brother Wang sighed and left with Sister Wang.

Madam Wang's eyes were red but she said nothing.

Li Bin knew about this, so he prepared the betrothal gifts, found a matchmaker, and went there in a hurry. Brother Wang and his wife saw him off with a smile.

Mrs. Wang also didn't expect that Li Bin, who usually doesn't like to talk much, could suddenly change Brother Wang's opinion.

Regardless of the process, the marriage between Lady Wang and Li Bin is settled.

There was no need for a grand ceremony for a second marriage; a few relatives and friends just had a lively meal together and the marriage was over.

As soon as summer was over, the temperature dropped immediately and it was very cold in the morning and at night.

He Yingchun wrapped her coat tightly and closed the door. Wen Jingzhao came back early recently and would come to the noodle shop to pick her up, so she asked her mother and Madam Wang to go back first.

It’s strange to say, we originally recruited soldiers and horses to fight a war, but in the end, from the hot summer to the autumn, no fighting took place.

It's always good to have peace and stability. Just as He Yingchun was about to lock the door, a maid-like woman reached out to stop her.

"Excuse me, is the boss here?"

"That's me." He Yingchun thought she might have to work overtime tonight. The maid looked her up and down and nodded, explaining her purpose. "I'm ordering mooncakes for our wife. Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. I was wondering if you can customize mooncakes?"

He Yingchun saw that the maid was dressed like she was from a wealthy family, so she would be a fool not to take the business that was delivered to her door.

"Yes, what kind would you like, ma'am?"

"If you want something new and unique, it doesn't have to be the same as ordinary mooncakes. You can have more flavors and make it into a gift box."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

This requirement is quite “specific”.

The maid took out a silver ingot and said, "This is the deposit. First make a pattern and see if it's good. If it's good, I'll pay 50 taels."

A few mooncakes for 50 taels?

Although He Yingchun had already made a lot of money, he was still surprised by these wealthy people.

She smiled and said, "Okay!" Anyone who has the opportunity to make money is a fool.

"Then come back and pick it up in three days?" "Okay, no problem!"

The maid nodded and walked away in small steps. He Yingchun looked outside and was surprised to see that the maids from wealthy families were riding in such a grand sedan chair!

The corner of the curtain was lifted, and she could only see the fingers as thin and white as onions. Before she could take a closer look, they fell again.

It should be that lady.

"Did a guest just arrive?" Wen Jingzhao asked as he walked in from the back room.

He Yingchun was thinking about how to make the customer feel that the product was worth the money, and she unconsciously said, "Well, there was a wealthy..." She paused, "...who was very happy and ordered mooncakes."