The raindrops fell on the roof, making crackling sounds, which was very annoying. With this sudden rain, the weather became a little cooler. Fortunately, Yu Qizhe brought her a cloak when he went to Cui Mansion to pick her up.

Seeing Yu Jiao wrapped in her cloak, Yu Qizhe asked: "Are you cold?" Then he took her into his arms and wrapped her hands with his big palms.

Yu Jiao leaned in his arms, feeling a little sad. Although she had seen many separations of life and death, she would still be affected when the one who passed away was someone familiar to her, after all, humans are not plants.

Yu Qizhe naturally noticed that she was in a bad mood, so he just hugged her without saying anything.

Cui Mubai's death made him feel a little dazed. If he had not met Yu Jiao, he would have been another Cui Mubai. When he died, he would have been lying on the couch like Cui Mubai, emaciated. No matter how unwilling he was and how much he was attached to the world, he could do nothing about it.

When the carriage arrived at Wanfu Bridge and Guihua Lane, Yu Qizhe got off first and held up an oil-paper umbrella. He extended his other hand to Yu Jiao and took her back to the back house.

The maids brought in the cooked ginger soup, and Jianjia helped Yu Jiao take off her cloak.

After drinking a bowl of hot ginger soup, Yu Jiao's body, which had been blown by the cold wind, finally recovered. She asked Yu Qizhe to drink a bowl as well.

Dinner had already been prepared in the kitchen. Yu Jiao had no appetite during the meal, so Yu Qizhe coaxed her into drinking two bowls of Codonopsis pilosula and old duck soup.

Yu Qizhe was quite busy, and just after he finished his meal someone came to his house to look for him. When Yu Jiao heard Yu Qizhe say that it was his aide, she was a little surprised. He had only been the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple for a short time, but he had already started to have aides.

Yu Qizhe went to the study with his staff to discuss something, and told Yu Jiao, "Go to bed early, I will be late when I finish my work."

Yu Jiao waved her hand, signaling him to get busy.

After Yu Qizhe left, Yu Jiao had hot water brought over. After taking a shower in the bathroom, she spread out paper and pen on the soft low table. After meeting the shop manager during the day, she thought about improving the business of the rouge shop.

Nowadays, most of the gouache used for facial makeup is lead powder, which makes the face look sickly and pale, unnatural, and it is not good for the body if used for a long time.

She had visited a cosmeceuticals laboratory before and had some impression of the handmade liquid foundation, but she couldn't quite remember the proportions. It required pearls, rice powder, camellia seed oil and cream.

Yu Jiao spent more than half an hour drawing several blueprints of the catheters and beakers used to distill the floral dew. She handed the blueprints to Bai Lu and said, "Let's go find a glass workshop tomorrow to see if we can make these things."

Bai Lu took it and Jian Jia leaned over to take a look. Both of them couldn't understand what the painting was about, so they asked Yu Jiao curiously.

"It can be used to roughly extract flower dew." Yu Jiao explained roughly, "The flower dew can be used to apply on the face, which is good for the skin." She drew a water distillation method, which is relatively simple and convenient. If it can be made, then a small workshop will be set up to produce flower dew and pearl foundation, and the business of the rouge and powder shop should be able to improve.

In addition, Yu Jiao wrote down the general recipes for cakes and milk tea, intending to send them to the dim sum shop so that the staff there could study and see if they could be made, so that the dim sum shop business could become prosperous. After all, the shop was hers now, and she had to pay more attention to making money.

What's more, now that he has a large family and a great business, Yu Qizhe has to entertain guests as an official. There are so many servants working in the yard who need to be paid wages, and the managers and clerks in the shop also need to be paid. Yu Jiao roughly calculated that the monthly expenses are at least hundreds of taels, and she has to make good use of the ten shops that come as a dowry.

Jianjia poured tea and water for Yu Jiao, watching her writing and drawing, and said with a smile: "Our girl is becoming more and more like the mistress of the house."

Yu Jiao also smiled. Being busy can quickly make people feel better.

She also drew a form and planned to give it to the shop managers for accounting. Marking the accounts with a chart would be clearer than writing them line by line, and she wouldn't have to feel dizzy when looking at the accounts in the future.

Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was almost midnight. Yu Jiao glanced through the latticed fan towards the study. The light in the study was still on, so she didn't wait any longer. She packed up the things on the coffee table and went to lie down on the bed. She had to go back to Liu's house tomorrow, so she had to get up early.