Xingyue had heard Yang Chunxue secretly cursing Yang Donghu more than once. While cursing, she was also trying to find out other people's news. She even knew that Zhao Luochuan was a hunter, and after serving him for a long time, Xingyue knew everything clearly.

She inexplicably felt that the people she met when buying peach blossom cakes just now were the people that Yang Chunxue cursed all day long. In order to verify her guess, she followed them quietly, and only dared to confirm it when she heard Zhao Luochuan calling Yang Donghu's name.

But what surprised Xingyue was not this, but that according to the waiter, the peach blossom cakes that were now so popular among scholars and rich ladies were actually made by him.

Yang Chunxue has a bad temper. Xingyue has been her master since she was a child and pays special attention to everything related to her. Although Yang Chunxue is not a real master, Xingyue makes a living under her, so she can't help but pay more attention to her.

"I heard the waiter at the restaurant say that these peach blossom cakes were made by Yang Donghu, and he also asked him to think of some other snacks to sell as well."

Xingyue rubbed her arm that was pinched and hurt, and quickly wiped away her tears but didn't dare let Yang Chunxue see.

Yang Chunxue was stunned, looking at the exquisite pastries on the table in disbelief, her face livid with anger: "You said Yang Donghu made this?"

After being beaten, Xingyue's resentment before entering the door had dissipated a lot, and she said timidly, "Yes."

Yang Chunxue became even angrier after hearing the response. She looked at the plate of pastries again and wanted to throw it on the ground and crush it. However, she did not forget that she bought these things with silver, and these few small pieces cost eighty cents.

A few days ago, at the welcoming banquet for Miss Zhang, the peach blossom cake was the most eye-catching among the snacks and fruits served first. Yang Chunxue borrowed Li Shangcai's face and got a seat for the female relatives. Although it was the lowest seat in the outer courtyard, Yang Chunxue didn't mind at all.

Only those who could go in were from wealthy families. Even those who sat at the same table with Yang Chunxue in the outer courtyard, the silver that slipped through their fingers was enough for a poor family to eat and drink for a year.

With her good looks, Yang Chunxue caught the attention of those people. A wealthy-dressed woman at the same table pulled her aside and asked her a lot of questions.

However, few people at the table seemed to be talking to the woman, as if there was something hidden. But Yang Chunxue was only focused on climbing up the social ladder, so naturally she didn't notice anything wrong.

At the beginning, the woman's questions were normal, such as how old he was, where he lived, and whether he had any brothers or sisters. But at the end, she became shameless and asked Yang Chunxue in broad daylight whether he had promised to be with someone and whether he had someone in his heart.

How could you ask a girl such questions in person? It was really rude. The woman spoke so loudly that people around her looked at her sideways. Some people couldn't stand it and wanted to stop her, but were stopped by people around them.

Yang Chunxue was also a brainless person. Not only did she not stop talking in time, but she also answered whatever was asked in a slightly shy manner. The people around her saw her saying such things to others in broad daylight, and gradually distanced themselves from her. I wonder if she noticed it herself.

After the meal, outsiders could not see what the cousin of the Zhang family looked like. What people talked about most was that the peach blossom cakes in the restaurant were hard to buy. The owner knew how to run the business and had a fixed number of peach blossom cakes every day.

I have never seen a young lady buy only one plate of snacks. If the person in front buys too much, the person behind will have nothing to buy.

Moreover, the shopkeeper seemed to have someone backing him up, and he only took advantage of the business of the rich. He had a fixed number of orders every day, and no matter who came late, they would get nothing, no matter how rich they were.

The more something cannot be eaten, the rarer it is. The reason why peach blossom cakes sell so well is not only because the shopkeeper is smart, but also because he is very good at guessing people's thoughts, at least he can understand the thoughts of young ladies in the boudoir.

The young ladies in the town are all familiar with each other. They compare food, clothing and cosmetics. No one is willing to be inferior to others. They must buy what others can buy.

Yang Chunxue ate a piece and became addicted to the taste she had never tasted before. She also believed in her heart that if she could eat this, it would not be much different from those young ladies.

So she would always send her maid to buy some, but she was always late, and when she finally brought back a plate, she was reluctant to waste it from the bottom of her heart.

But knowing that this thing was made by Yang Donghu, it was not easy for her to eat it without any hesitation. The anger was stuck in her chest and it hurt. Yang Chunxue's face looked a little distorted.

"Bitch, bitch!" Yang Chun cursed. "When he's at home, he eats and drinks for free and pretends to be pitiful. But now that he's out, he's found ways to make money, selling hawthorns and cakes. Why didn't he tell me when he was at home? I think he did it on purpose, deliberately trying to make life difficult for our family."

Seeing that she was very angry, Xingyue didn't dare to talk to her. She stood aside with her breath held and prayed that Yang Chunxue would not pay attention to her.

Yang Chunxue cursed until her lips were dry but she still refused to give up. She asked Xingyue to pour her a cup of tea. Only after drinking it did she feel better.

Yang Donghu's life was not as uneasy as he had expected, but getting better and better. Yang Chunxue could not stay in the town for a moment, and immediately asked Xingyue to bring the peach blossom cake and go back to the Yang family with her.

Wang Dujuan had been bored staying at home for a few days. Although there were not many fields at home, they still needed work. Wang Dujuan had a hot temper and Yang Dali, who was under her supervision, was very obedient. The work in the fields used to be done by Yang Donghu and Yang Dali, so she didn't have to go to the fields at all. Now it was even more impossible for her to go to the fields.

The old lady is old and it takes a lot of effort for her to get out of bed and take a few steps. Naturally, she cannot do such tiring work. Yang Chunxiao also has to take care of decocting medicine for the old lady and doing all the chores at home, so he is also detained at home by Wang Dujuan.

Seeing that the farming season was busy, Liu Tianyou came to the Yang family to look for Yang Chunxiao. He made a lot of noise in the yard and insisted on being taken back.

But how could he be more scoundrel than Wang Dujuan? She said that she was in poor health and could not bear to work hard, and the elderly at home were sick. It was her natural duty to let Yang Chunxiao stay at her parents' home to take care of her out of filial piety. If anyone dared to take her away, she would borrow gongs and drums tomorrow to let everyone in the surrounding villages know that the Liu family was inhumane and would not even let their own daughter-in-law fulfill her filial duty.

There was no one to work at home. Liu Youlian fell ill due to exhaustion and was lying in bed unable to get up. Only Liu Tianyou came. He still had some dignity and could not argue with Wang Dujuan, so he threatened Yang Chunxiao that if she did not go back with him, she would never have to go back.

Of course Yang Chunxiao would not go back with him, and ignored his threats. He watched coldly as he was kicked out by Wang Dujuan.

The medicine pot on the stove was steaming. Yang Chunxiao had gotten used to the smell of the medicine after so long that she no longer found it bitter. However, she still secretly took out the Aconitum carmichaelii from the medicine when no one was paying attention.

She carefully poured the medicine into the bowl. The wound on the back of her hand had already scabbed over, but some of it cracked again as she moved, causing itching and pain.

The courtyard door was kicked open, and she was so scared that her hand trembled. The scalding juice spilled on her hand, causing unbearable pain. Yang Chunxiao was caught off guard and the medicine bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound, and the brown medicine juice flowed all over the floor.