Su Hua sat by the window, listening to the conversation between Feng Zicai, Su Dalang, and the other two, feeling both amused and saddened.

The original owner loved snacks since childhood, but disliked sweets, so she hated white sugar cakes the most and only loved apricot blossom cakes with a floral fragrance.

The entire Su family remembered this clearly, even the three or four-year-old Chunhua and her siblings who were still too young to understand. But the man outside, the man the original owner had loved for thirteen years, knew nothing about this. How pathetic!

Of course, in those thirteen years, let alone any surprise gifts, Feng Zicai never even brought a wildflower that could be picked from the roadside.

Now, she's come here with a box of white sugar cakes, perhaps because after asking around, she knows that the Su family is doing well now and is trying to get her again.

The reason he chose white sugar cake was probably because it was the cheapest of all the pastries. A whole bag could be filled with it for just seven or eight copper coins. This man wanted to go back to his ex, yet he was so stingy with even the smallest amount of money he could give. It was truly ridiculous!

Outside the fence, Feng Zicai was speechless for a moment, blocked by the three siblings of the Su family. He even felt that the white sugar cake in his hand was a little hot. He only remembered that Su Hua was always greedy, but he never knew that she was such a picky person behind the scenes.

They wouldn't even look down on a bag of white sugar cake that cost eight coins.

Fortunately, it was these three little brats blocking the doorway, not Su Hua. Thinking of this, he quickly tiptoed and held the oil paper package through the bamboo fence towards Su Dalang and his two siblings. "Dalang, Erlang, Chunhua, Uncle Feng got it wrong today. Just tell me what your aunt likes to eat, and you three can have all the white sugar cakes in this bag, okay..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly caught sight of the person at the window.

The young girl leaned lazily against the rattan chair, her long black hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin, revealing her slender neck. Her porcelain-white face, bathed in sunlight, lost some of its aloofness and gained a touch of gentleness. Her red lips were slightly upturned, as if she were holding a faint smile, and two small dimples were faintly visible at the corners of her mouth. In her hand, she seemed to be holding an oddly shaped pen, drawing something on the paper. But just sitting there, she was captivating, making it impossible to look away.

On the old wooden windowsill sat two pots of flowers in full bloom, one crimson and the other white and green, but now they were relegated to mere decoration in her presence.

Feng Zicai gazed quietly at the woman by the window, his eyes filled with a mixture of amazement and joy, his mind only occupied by the phrase, "She is more beautiful than the flowers."

After the Su siblings left Tongxin Lane, he followed them all the way to Baichuan Academy, only to find out that the old Su family was no longer selling snails in Cangwu Town, but was now selling spicy hot pot in front of the academy. Every day, customers lined up from the academy entrance to several streets next door to buy the spicy hot pot. If you wanted to eat a bite of Su's spicy hot pot, you had to get up very early, otherwise you wouldn't even get a bowl of soup!

The reason why Meng's Noodle Shop is so deserted now is that Su's Spicy Hot Pot has taken away all of the noodle shop's old customers.

You should know that when the Meng family noodle shop was doing well, it could earn seven or eight taels of silver a day, which would amount to more than two thousand taels of silver a year. The Meng family's two hundred acres of land, huge brick and tile house, and blue cloth carriage were all earned from the noodle shop.

Nowadays, the Su family's business, which is still just a small stall, is already several times more prosperous than the Meng family's. How much money must they be making every day?

Moreover, the Su family has not only bought a large horse-drawn carriage and is building a large courtyard, but they have also asked the villagers to cultivate land in front of and behind their houses, saying that they want to buy the villagers' vegetables. Their business is likely to grow bigger and bigger in the future.

All of this was actually orchestrated by the person in front of me.

In contrast, Meng Yun'er, who only knew how to cling to him all day long, had absolutely no redeeming qualities.

If he had foreseen this situation earlier, he would never have been swayed by Meng Yun'er and broken off the engagement with the woman in front of him.

Fortunately, it's not too late.

He was unmarried, she was unmarried, but he still held a place in her heart.

Su Dalang and his two companions frowned as they looked at the oil paper package. Just as they were about to push it back, they looked up and saw the man staring straight at Su Hua by the window of the main house. Their three little faces instantly scrunched up like three little toads.

The hot-tempered Su Erlang picked up a wooden stick from the ground and swung it at Feng Zicai.

"Smack!"

The force was so great that it knocked the white sugar cake to the ground.

Feng Zicai's hand immediately turned red, and even a few drops of blood seeped out. He gasped in pain, his smile freezing on his face. It took him a long time to recover. "Erlang, if you don't like this white sugar cake, you can just tell Uncle Feng. Why did you have to hit someone and waste food? If your aunt finds out, she'll probably say you're being unreasonable!"

As she spoke, she kept glancing at Su Hua, her delicate face beaming with a generous and humble smile.

But Su Erlang didn't buy it at all. He spat at the man and quickly moved to block his view of the main house. "Don't keep calling me Uncle Feng. It's disgusting to hear!"

"I've only ever had three uncles in my life: my second uncle, my third uncle, and Uncle Jinhan. I've never had any Uncle Feng, Uncle Gou, or Uncle Niao! We don't even want this damn sugar cake. You take your sugar cake and send it to the Meng family. Don't come causing trouble at our Su family's place; we don't welcome you!"

Chunhua thoughtfully picked up the white sugar cake on the ground and threw it straight at the man's face, saying, "Don't even mention white sugar cake, we have pear blossom cake, sour jujube cake, five-nut cake, and crabapple cake at home. We can't possibly finish them all!"

Moreover, these are all from that building upstairs, the kind where a small piece costs one tael of silver. That Scholar Feng would bring such a thing and then try to ask my aunt about her preferences—his head is truly filled with nothing but shit.

Su Dalang stepped forward to block Feng Zicai's view, and corrected him in a grown-up manner: "That's Tianxiang Tower, not a tower in the sky. If Scholar Feng really has a bad idea and goes to the sky to get pastries, then Old Lady Feng might bring a coffin to our door to make a scene!"

"Yes, yes, it's Tianxianglou." Chunhua slapped her forehead, then immediately put on a stern face and shooed them away, "Go away, go away, the Su family doesn't welcome you, hurry up and leave, don't cling to the bamboo fence..."

Their grandmother said that she would never give a kind look to anyone from the Feng family, especially this scholar Feng, and would definitely keep him far away.

Feng Xiucai was completely bewildered by the blow, and the broken sugar cake was stuck to his turban. How could his family not be able to finish all the pastries from Tianxianglou?

No, this Tianxiang Restaurant belongs to the Qin family. Could it be that Su Hua and the Qin family are not the kind of people Meng Yongfu was talking about who are trying to climb the social ladder?

Moreover, Uncle Jinhan? That name sounds somewhat familiar.

After a moment of reflection, he suddenly realized that the Su family had changed so much in the month he had been away that he was caught off guard.

Su Erlang, seeing the man who was still standing behind the fence, completely lost his patience and raised the stick in his hand again. "Are you coming or not?"