I hadn't planned to find spouses for my children in the next few years, but I noticed that Granny Zhong was well-mannered and didn't wear an exaggerated red flower in her hair.

Not wanting to offend the matchmaker, Huang patiently listened to Granny Zhong's endless chatter.

At this moment, Huang was filled with regret. How could the old woman be so idle as to waste her time with a crazy woman?

"Young lady Zhong, here are fifty coins. Thank you for your trouble in caring for my grandchildren. We're not planning to arrange marriages for them yet."

For no other reason than, as you know, it's about matching social status. My family is hoping that the men can achieve something in their studies, so that when the children in the family are looking for a spouse, the matchmaking will be of a higher standard.

Do you agree or disagree? I have other things to do and really can't continue chatting with Miss Zhong. I'll see her out now.

That's such a pity! I'll definitely pay you a visit when I have time.

Huang practically pushed and dragged Granny Zhong out, saying a bunch of nice things before closing the door behind her.

Granny Zhong, who always believed herself to be invincible, stared blankly at the tightly closed door for a long while.

After calming down, he began to reflect on what had happened that day and what he had said, which is why Huang changed her attitude and sent him out.

As they say, everyone has their own expertise. There's a reason why Granny Zhong is famous in the matchmaking world of Wufang Town.

A person who knows how to reflect will naturally make tremendous progress. With stronger professional skills, the success rate of matchmaking will naturally increase.

After seeing Granny Zhong off, Huang was also reflecting on herself, wondering why she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Why not just turn them away directly and avoid all this trouble? It's a waste of time and energy.

Wouldn't it be better to use this free time to make more skewers or take a nap?

"Oh dear, a son grows up and can't be kept at home; keeping him only brings sorrow. Bah, only incompetent people say that. So what if he's grown up?"

A man with money can marry an eighteen-year-old even at forty; a woman with money can still be as beautiful as a flower at thirty.

Huang's mindset has been very successfully brainwashed by Zhao Qingyan.

The old lady adhered to one principle: men should be able to stand on their own two feet, and women should be able to provide for their families. In other words, money can cure all ills.

Fortunately, Zhao's children and grandchildren were unaware of Huang's unconventional thinking; otherwise, the Zhao family would surely have produced several bachelors.

Manager Han came to negotiate a contract with Mrs. Huang to purchase hot pot base, and Mrs. Huang also gave Manager Han several recipes for making spicy dishes.

As for the chili peppers, they were naturally provided by the Zhao family.

Huang's cleverness lay in the fact that the chili peppers sold to Wangyuelou were all chili powder.

No matter how skilled you are as a chef, if you can't recognize the original form, you can't find the raw material.

Of course, no one would associate it with pepper trees.

Pepper trees are grown for ornamental purposes; how could such a beautiful plant be edible?

The affected elegance of literati has created a group of useless people who can't even distinguish between the five grains, but it has also made a group of famous literati.

Whether these two social classes can merge, whether it is an inevitable trend or a limitation of the times, remains unknown.

In short, the arrival of Zhao's chili peppers at Wangyuelou brought the restaurant's business to new heights.

The recipes that Mr. Huang gave away for free were like opening the door to a new world.

Thanks to the chefs' tireless efforts, many new dishes have been introduced.

Huang is not one to suffer a loss easily. Today's show of goodwill is just a prelude to another vicious attack.

The women of the Zhao family have already started working on seasonings, and Madam Huang plans to collaborate with Wangyuelou to produce soy sauce and vinegar in the future.

Seasonings may seem inexpensive, but they are closely related to people's livelihoods. The business model is based on low profit margins and high sales volume.

The Zhao family's foundation is not yet stable, and they do not yet have the ability to revitalize this area, so they must rely on the strength of others.

Having dealt with Wangyuelou many times, I've determined that both the manager and the owner of Wangyuelou are gentlemen.

With such a person, Huang has no worries about being taken advantage of.

Life is always too mundane; if nothing happens, it feels like we're doing a disservice to the word "life."

On this day, a special guest came to Zhao's Snack Shop in Wufang Town.

He sat in the main hall and specifically asked Zhao Qingyan to prepare a vegetarian meal for him.

Liu Qing was quick-witted. Upon hearing that the guests wanted to eat vegetarian food, he hurriedly went to inform Huang Shi.

When Huang arrived at the main hall, she sat opposite the guest and looked him up and down for a long time through her hat.

Finally, the face under the cap was revealed.

"Has the female benefactor recognized who I am?"

Huang's eyes widened; she had remembered this face for over a decade.

"Master?" Huang stammered.

The wandering master nodded.

Since the master has come all this way, how can we receive him in the main hall? He must be seated in the honored seat. Where should we sit? Naturally, we should go to the backyard.

Huang had never been so respectful to anyone before. Today, he treated the wandering master as if he had invited a bodhisattva into the living room.

Since the men of the Zhao family stopped studying at Wang Xiucai's place, they have been studying in the backyard of the shop.

Huang welcomed the wandering master into the living room and then went to inform Zhao Qianci.

"What? You mean the fortune teller who predicted our daughter's fate has come to our house? Quick, quick, we must treat him well."

Zhao Qianci left his children and grandchildren behind and went straight to the living room to see the real immortal.

After Yunyou entered the Zhao family's living room, he took off the hood on his head.

The bald head that used to have a ring scar has now grown out about an inch of hair.

Zhao Qianci recognized the face at a glance, which hadn't changed in over a decade.

His first reaction was to kowtow. Yunyou quickly helped Zhao Qianci up.

"There is no need for such a grand ceremony."

I am a monk, so I don't need so many formalities.

"I have come to seek refuge here today, and I apologize for any inconvenience caused. Please do not find me unpleasant."

After a moment of stunned silence upon hearing Yunyou's words, Zhao Qianci came to his senses.

Looking at Yunyou's hair, he asked, "Master, have you returned to secular life?"

Yunyou laughed and said, "Buddha resides in the heart. Whether one returns to secular life or not is unimportant. As long as there is Buddha in one's heart, one can practice anywhere."

Your granddaughter once invited me to her home for a vegetarian meal, saying that her vegetarian dishes were very delicious.

I came here specifically for your granddaughter's vegetarian meal.

I plan to travel again when I've had my fill of food.

"You wouldn't be reluctant to part with it, would you?"

He spoke with such self-righteousness; if this were an ordinary person, they would definitely be seen as a shameless freeloader.

If it were a monk, well, they are living bodhisattvas, this is a blessing that one can't even ask for, how could one refuse it?

"As long as you like it, Master, let alone eat until you're tired of it, it wouldn't be a problem for our family to develop dozens or even hundreds more vegetarian dishes. Please feel free to stay here."

My granddaughter isn't in Wufang Town. If she hadn't gone deep into the mountains, she should be at Qingshan Xiaozhu, which is our home in Zhaojia Village.

"Master, what do you think? Should I send someone back to the village to find that girl, or should I send you to Green Mountain Cottage?"