"The Liuli Eight Treasures Cake at Fuxianglou is the best. The others are just average. But it seems they changed their pastry chef. I haven't had it for over six months, and the remaining pastries don't suit my taste."

Zhang Baoyu had eaten a lot of dim sum, so she naturally looked down on the common ones. The chef in her house was not a professional pastry chef. He could only make a few similar ones, but he couldn't make more than that.

Ever since Yang Donghu started making his own snacks, Zhao Fangchu hasn't gone to Fuxianglou to buy food for a long time. In addition to peach blossom cakes and peach cakes, Yang Donghu also makes some other sweets on weekdays, but in small quantities, to satisfy his family's cravings first.

"The ones from Fuxianglou aren't that good. My brother Dong is really good. He can make so many dim sum. This isn't the best. If you spend more time with him, you'll know how good he is."

Zhao Fangchu was quite proud when talking about Yang Donghu, and his expression became more lively as he chatted with Zhang Baoyu for a long time.

When Zhang Baoyu heard this, she wanted to meet this man named Yang Donghu even more. Just then, the maid outside announced that someone had arrived, so she quickly invited him in.

After opening the door, Yang Donghu saw Zhao Fangchu sitting on the chair in good health. He entered the room and pulled him up and down to check if he was injured.

Zhao Fangchu was afraid that he would worry, so he said, "Brother Dong, I'm fine. Nothing happened. Thanks to Brother Yang and Miss Zhang for saving me. But I lost my wallet."

Yang Donghu was relieved after seeing it with his own eyes: "Money is nothing. As long as you are a good person, that's all that matters."

There were still two people sitting in the room, and Yang Donghu kept thanking them: "Thank you so much."

Zhao Luochuan also bowed to the two of them and said, "Thank you both for your help. We will remember this kindness."

Yang Anchen was very familiar with them and didn't care about these empty formalities at all. He still looked gentle and waved his hand, saying it was no big deal.

Zhang Baoyu didn't care whether others remembered this favor or not. Her mind was full of the various snacks made by Yang Donghu that Zhao Fangchu had told her about.

She was as easy-going as Yang Anchen had described. After becoming half-acquaintance with Zhao Fangchu, she no longer acted like a lady and warmly invited the two of them to join her at the table.

"Fang Chu and I had a great chat and we hit it off right away, so we're all friends. There's no need to be so formal here. Just call me Baoyu."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze towards Yang Donghu, and spoke in a tone that was not pretentious: "You must be Donghu, right? I heard Fang Chu talking about you all the time."

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Zhao Fangchu approached Yang Donghu and told him what they had just said before they arrived: "Baoyu also likes to eat dim sum. I told her that you often make delicious food at home, and she heard that and is craving it now."

Yang Donghu, who had the same childish sweet tooth as Zhao Fangchu, smiled and said, "I just made it randomly, just to try something new."

"I like to eat things I've never tried before. I heard that you made the peach cake and peach blossom cake, so I think the others are not much different."

Zhang Baoyu's implication was very obvious, and Yang Donghu could not fail to hear it. Not only in this matter of Zhao Fangchu, but also in the last time when Li Shangcai was taught a lesson, Zhang Baoyu had also contributed a lot. Although they did not show up and it was Yang Anchen who acted as a matchmaker, Yang Donghu would not deny this favor.

It's just a few snacks. It won't be a big deal to add more flour next time. Besides, Yang Donghu wants to do pastry business. If he can establish a good relationship with Zhang Baoyu and hook up with a rich lady, he will have many options.

"Since you like it, it's not a big deal. Anyway, I've made an agreement with the shopkeeper to deliver cakes to town every three days. I'll make some other things and have them brought to you. It's a simple matter."

"That's great," Zhang Baoyu said with a bright smile, "I'll buy it from you. Just let me know when you've decided on the price."

"No, that won't do. You saved Fang Chu and we don't know how to thank you. If you charge us for a few snacks, we're being too greedy."

Yang Donghu was not joking when he said this. It was one thing for him to make money through people, but he also had to be grateful.

Zhang Baoyu didn't force it. She considered these people her friends anyway, so she didn't need to calculate too much. "It's okay if you don't charge. We're all friends now. If the dim sum you make is really rare, there are plenty of rich people in town, so you won't have to worry about finding a place to sell it. I'll help you find a place to sell it to."

Yang Donghu was thinking the same thing. Who doesn't like to make money? He didn't hesitate. After thanking Zhang Baoyu generously, he saw that it was getting late and was afraid that his family would worry, so he left the restaurant first.

None of them had eaten lunch. Yang Donghu didn't feel hungry when he was anxious, but only felt his stomach was empty after he relaxed.

They had been working upstairs for a long time, and by the time they came downstairs most of the people on the street had left. The cakes in the basket were already cold and hard to chew.

After eating two bites, Yang Donghu felt a discomfort in his stomach and didn't want to eat anymore after drinking water.

Most of the stalls had been emptied, but there was a roadside shop selling pork noodle soup. The three of them ate and drank their fill before wandering back.

There was a pheasant that they had just shot and it was still alive. They could kill it when they got home to satisfy their craving, but they were tired after a day of work and really didn't have the energy to do it.

Zhao Luochuan simply went to the butcher shop and bought a roast chicken and a pound of pork head, and went back to pair them with freshly fried vegetables to satisfy his cravings.

The two boys had been in a very up and down mood today and were so exhausted that they couldn't even lift their legs. Zhao Luochuan pulled the cart for them in front so that they could rest on the cart.

Yang Donghu repeatedly asked Zhao Fangchu about the danger he encountered, but to no avail. Zhao Fangchu was afraid that he would worry, so he said that it was over and not to be mentioned again.

The three of them decided to keep it a secret from the elders at home, otherwise they might worry in vain.

Zhao Fangchu was a forgetful person. When he recalled the danger, he was no longer afraid, but he was worried about his money and wallet.

The servants who were sent to arrest people captured Li Hu, but did not find any money on him. They only found a torn purse after he told them the truth, which was already worthless.

Although the man was caught, he refused to tell us where he put the money. There was nothing we could do but to hand him over to the authorities first.

It was indeed Yang Donghu and Zhao Luochuan's negligence that caused Zhao Fangchu to suffer so much today. Yang Donghu saw that he was worried about the money and remembered Zhang Baoyu's promise to help him connect with others. He said to Zhao Fangchu, "If we can really do business with a wealthy family, we can still do it like we do now. I will give you a larger share of the profit."

"Why?" Zhao Fangchu was puzzled.

"If it weren't for you, how would I have known Zhang Baoyu? Shouldn't this contribution also be counted?"

Although he almost fell into danger, he didn't expect that he could get money out of misfortune. Zhao Fangchu knew that Yang Donghu was finding ways to give him money. He was so happy that he didn't feel bad about losing the money.

The family members were waiting anxiously. They had never been out of town for so long and had not returned until the sun was already setting. They were inevitably questioned by their family members.

The three of them laughed it off and passed it over with words. Yang Donghu gave her one of the hairpins he had bought and told Yang Chunxiao what the shopkeeper had told her. She felt confident that she had a job and packed her luggage, planning to go to town after the Qiqiao Festival.