When Ah Mian heard the wooden door open, she put the note she had just written under her pillow.

A-Yue opened her arms to A-Mian, who kissed the fragrant baby, fed the child until he fell asleep, and then moved him to her own little wooden bed.

A-Mian returned to bed and glanced at Meng Chijian out of the corner of her eye. She saw that he didn't seem to be arguing at the moment and was calmly hanging up the clothes he had worn during the day.

"Don't secretly interfere with my shop purchase behind my back," she turned around and changed out of the bellyband that A-Yue had just made stained with milk and drool, and put on another "short-sleeved nightgown" that Doctor Mo had given her. "Otherwise, I'll really get angry. I'll tell you if I encounter any difficulties..."

Meng Chijian's right eye twitched violently. For this little bastard, he had been pretending to be a harmless herbivore all day long, but it was of no use at all.

He simply stopped pretending and pinned the man to his lap, teasing him, "I'm going to take care of your business. This shop is yours if you buy it, and it's yours even if you buy it with my money. But the more you try to pay back my money, the more I'll make you owe me, so you'll never be able to pay it back in your lifetime."

He smelled the sweet, faintly warm scent emanating from Ah Mian, and felt a surge of urges to roar while simultaneously trembling, as if he were hovering between heaven and hell.

Amian is his wife. This dirty little guy was raised with great care and effort by him.

Why can't he interfere? Why isn't he allowed to meddle?

“You’re my husband, not my father! Besides, even my father isn’t like you…”

Amian felt he was being unreasonable, but she couldn't break free no matter what she did, so she stopped wasting her energy and rested her head on his shoulder. "What if we lose everything? With you here, our family won't starve!"

"My shop's business has always been very stable. This is all money I've saved up. What's the big deal?"

Ah Mian has become a little rounder, making her easier to pinch.

"...I can't explain it to you." Ah Mian's strategy was to meet force with force and deal with whatever came her way, but she refused to take his money to buy the shop. If he provoked her again, she would use her ultimate move:

The turtle is playing dead.

Anyway, A-Mian can sleep with her eyes closed, even if someone is eyeing her covetously.

In her dream, A-Mian returned to her childhood.

It turns out their family used to own a shop, a tofu shop, with the deed bearing both their parents' names.

She woke up groggily at dawn.

A-Mian looked at the person lying beside her. He had his eyes closed and some stubble on his chin. She studied him carefully. To be honest, she had always thought he was very handsome, although sometimes he seemed too sharp, which made him somewhat unconventional. Most people's faces are flat, like a delicious, soft pancake, but his were like a mountain ravine.

She touched his brow bone with her finger, sliding down to the bridge of his nose, lost in thought.

More than his appearance, what Ah Mian couldn't ignore was his occasional, dangerous, and alarming aura.

What should I do with you?

After agonizing for a while, A-Mian kissed him on the cheek, then got up and washed up.

After she left, Meng Chijian slowly opened his eyes.

Mr. Lu was very busy that day. In the morning, he inspected two more shops, had a pig's trotter rice at the food street for lunch, and in the afternoon, he went to Mr. Song's shop to check the accounts.

"Boss Lu, great news!" Boss Song's face was beaming. "Guess who I ran into on my trip to Zhoucheng?"

"Who is it?" A-Mian looked up.

"Hey, I'm telling you this, but you absolutely mustn't tell anyone else. I met Master Li in Zhoucheng and spent one tael of silver on him. You know Master Li, right?"

Seeing Ah Mian's bewildered expression, Song Dongjia tapped her head with his fan. "These days, who doesn't know Master Li? It's a skill in itself. If there's a chance next time, I'll take you to see the world."

According to her, Master Li is currently very popular and a regular guest at many restaurants. He supposedly has a method to help business owners succeed, and also possesses a book called "The Treasure Trove of Success," which records numerous methods to help people achieve success.

Amian didn't care much. She considered herself a country woman, and the idea of ​​success and fame was simply not in her life. However, when she saw Master Song clapping his hands to gather all the workers, she peeked out to see what was going on.

"Now I'll say a line, and you'll repeat it after me!"

All the workers: "Huh? Oh, oh, oh. Boss, what's going on here...?"

Master Song clapped his hands again: "Stand in a line, and repeat after me, 'Good morning, everyone!'"

Ah Mian looked at the afternoon sun, and a huge question mark slowly appeared above her head.

"Keep repeating after me. Good! Very good! Excellent! Sister-in-law Song's fish soup shop is the best!"

This was repeated several times; it's very simple, so everyone will get it in no time.

Many pedestrians on the street noticed it.

In the past, waiters would say, "Please come in, sir."

Now, every time a customer comes in, everyone stands up together and says, "Welcome to Sister Song's Fish Soup Shop!"

I don't know why they dragged out that tune for so long.

The recent renovation scared away a few customers. However, many others found it novel and came to experience being welcomed by all the staff, which made them feel a sense of prestige and quite enjoyable.

Ah Mian was also surprised for a while, and it took her a while to come to her senses and start calculating the accounts again.

This month, the fermented bean curd sauce hasn't sold as much. Boss Song said that many sauces have become popular in Zhoucheng, among which shrimp sauce is particularly sought after. Zhoucheng is by the sea, and this sauce is generally well-liked by everyone, plus the ingredients are readily available.

"I have thirty-three taels of silver here this month." As before, after counting the silver, Ah Mian had to take her leave.

"There aren't many customers right now, so I'll teach you another dance. From now on, you'll use it every morning before opening the shop to 'boost morale.' This dance is called the 'Money-Grabbing Dance'..."

Ah Mian pulled her right foot back from the threshold.

Inside the blacksmith's shop, Meng Chijian watched the sun set, and the person who should have returned long ago still hadn't shown up. Thinking about the silver she carried, he worried that something might have happened to her on the short journey.

As I walked and searched, I arrived at the entrance of the fish soup shop.

Now he could spot the people immediately. Meng Chijian pushed aside the crowd gathered at the shop entrance and went inside, where he saw a row of people moving their bodies in a very disorganized manner.

Ah Mian stretched out her two paws, raised her head to the left as if grabbing something, then switched to the right, repeating this up and down several times. The other workers were already exhausted.

Master Song clapped his hands to keep the beat for everyone, saying, "That's right! That's it! Now only A-Mian is keeping up with my beat. Don't underestimate the 'Money-Grabbing Dance,' do you still want to get rich?"

Everyone, along with the onlookers, shouted in unison, "Yes!"