Zong Jia and Xiao Muyu agreed, and the game officially began.

Zong Jia is quite cautious; he will only call for the landlord position if he is very confident with his hand.

Xiao Muyu was a novice and didn't dare to call for the landlord, so she often just followed her teammates and slacked off.

Jiang Xiaoli was bursting with confidence, and she smugly declared, "You two just wait until your faces are covered in stickers!"

An hour later, Xiao Jincheng knocked on the door from the outside, "Xiaoyu, we're back!"

Xiao Muyu opened the door for him with a big smile on her face.

When Xiao Jincheng came in, he saw that Jiang Xiaoli's face was covered with notes. "Hahaha, Xiaoli, what are you doing?"

Xiao Muyu quickly explained their game to her father, and couldn't help but complain, "She calls herself the landlord no matter what cards she has!"

Xiao Jincheng became interested and immediately took his daughter's seat. "I understand the rules. Come on, let's play a few rounds."

Jiang Xiaoli immediately perked up, "Uncle Xiao, I'm really going to put in the effort, just you wait and see!"

Xiao Jincheng and Jiang Xiaoli are two reckless men. They will never give anyone else a chance to call the landlord.

Zong Jia was a diligent and hardworking peasant who worked to overthrow the landlords from beginning to end.

When Xu Feng came over to call for help, she saw her daughter smiling broadly, while Jiang Xiaoli and Xiao Jincheng had notes stuck to their faces.

There were still quite a few pieces of paper scattered on the ground next to Jiang Xiaoli; they had fallen because there were too many paper strips to stick together.

Xu Feng burst into laughter at their outfits, exclaiming, "What kind of outfits are these two wearing?!"

After understanding the whole story, she shook her head with a helpless smile, "It's really hard for Xiao Zong to have such a good temper, playing with you two!"

Xiao Muyu chimed in with a smile, "That's right, Mom, you have no idea, their card-playing manners are really terrible! They refuse to admit defeat when they lose and always try to take back their cards!"

Xiao Jincheng frowned, the note on his face swaying with his expression. "Xiaoyu, I made a mistake, I didn't mean to take it back!"

Jiang Xiaoli stood up for her ally, "That's right!"

Xiao Muyu rolled her eyes at the two of them, "Then the probability of you two making mistakes is too high! Why doesn't Zong Jiayu make mistakes?"

The two who had been scolded exchanged a glance, then sheepishly stopped arguing.

Zong Jia said with a smile, "Looks like breakfast for tomorrow morning is sorted out."

Jiang Xiaoli slapped her face repeatedly, ripping off all the slips of paper. "Fine, I'll buy them! A bet's a bet. What do you all want to eat?"

Xiao Muyu smiled, her eyes crinkling, "I want to eat Grandma Wang's fried dough twists with oil tea."

Zong Jia told someone who lived nearby, "I eat spicy soup at the entrance of my neighborhood."

Xiao Jincheng also seized the opportunity to speak up, "I want the same as Xiao Zong."

Jiang Xiaoli looked at him with resentment, "Uncle Xiao, are we still on the same side?"

Xiao Jincheng chuckled and held his daughter's hand. "I can't help it, my Xiaoyu is so capable! Oh, and bring your aunt some fried dough twists with oil tea too!"

When Li Guizhi came home from school, she saw the house was bustling with activity. "Jincheng, Feng'er, you're back! What's going on here?"

Xu Feng explained to her with a smile, and Li Guizhi looked at her daughter with schadenfreude, "Then Xiaoli will have to work a little harder tomorrow morning. I want the steamed buns from our steamed bun shop."

Jiang Xiaoli stopped resisting. "Alright, alright, I will fulfill all the requests of the bosses."

The next morning, she got up half an hour earlier than usual for her morning run, and after a quick wash, she went out to shop.

Zong Jia was waiting for her on the road she always took when she went out, pushing a bicycle.

Jiang Xiaoli raised an eyebrow and said, "At least you have a conscience!"

He smiled indulgently, "Come on, the fried dough twists and oil tea are far away, let's go buy these first."

On a November morning, before dawn, the shadows of the two people riding away on their bicycles stretched long under the streetlights.

After buying fried dough twists and oil tea, I arrived at "Guizhi Steamed Bun Shop," where there were seven or eight people queuing outside.

Jiang Xiaoli winked at Zong Jiayu, "Let's line up and see how the staff's service is."

Zong Jiayu smiled and nodded. He parked his bicycle next to her and stood side by side.

At this moment, the shop had just sold out of the first batch of steamed buns, and the second batch was about to be baked.

They overheard an older woman a few seats ahead of them complaining, "The steamed buns at this shop are delicious, but it's so annoying that you have to wait a long time if you miss your turn."

A young woman standing behind her chimed in, "Exactly, that's right. Mornings are peak hours, so we should prepare more supplies to avoid any disruptions, don't you think?"

Once the steamed buns were ready, the young woman repeated these words to the shop assistant.

To her surprise, the clerk packed the buns and put them down for her, saying, "The shop is busy. If you want to eat early, come early, otherwise you'll have to wait. If you're going to complain, then don't eat."

The young woman, angered by the hostile attitude she received after offering advice, exclaimed, "What kind of attitude is that! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

The shop assistant, looking like she hadn't slept in yet, immediately retorted, "Are you afraid of me? Go ahead and complain!"

Jiang Xiaoli and Zong Jia exchanged a glance, and then walked directly to the front of the line.

Zong Jia first apologized to the young woman, then looked at the shop assistant who had been arguing with the customer, and asked, "What's your name?"

The shop assistant was still indignant, "Why did you call me that? You're making a big deal out of nothing!"

Jiang Xiaoli's face darkened, and she pointed at the shop assistant, "You! Go to the back and call your manager out right now! Immediately!"

The shop assistant was reluctant to move, but was intimidated by her sharp gaze and turned around to call the shop manager out.

When the store manager came out from the back, he looked impatient and said to the employee next to him, "Who is it? You just call them 'store manager' because they said so? Are you out of your mind?"

Jiang Xiaoli scoffed inwardly, "What, you can't be called now, huh?"

When Zhang Qiang saw Jiang Xiaoli and Zong Jiayu, his face turned pale instantly. "No, no, Miss Jiang, Brother Zong, what brings you here? You didn't even tell me beforehand..."

Zong Jiayu's voice was cold and indifferent. "If we hadn't come, how would we have had the chance to see how your staff talks to customers? We've been queuing for twenty minutes now, and you haven't even shown your face once. You're really a competent store manager!"

Sweat was almost dripping from Zhang Qiang's forehead as he tried to remain calm and began to explain.

Jiang Xiaoli interrupted his meaningless performance and turned to talk to the young woman next to her and the customers who were still in line.

"I'm so sorry for today, everyone. On behalf of 'Guizhi Steamed Buns Shop,' I'd like to offer a 20% discount on the steamed buns this morning. We'll also try to improve our supply and minimize your waiting time. We hope you continue to enjoy our steamed buns."

As soon as she finished speaking, the young woman, whose mood had been disturbed by the shop assistant, smiled and said, "Oh, you're the owners of the steamed bun shop! You're so young! With your words, I'll definitely come back to buy your steamed buns again!"

The people in the back of the line laughed and chimed in, "Yeah, the boss is very straightforward, unlike some people who think they're something special just because they're working for someone!"