Are Fu Ting and his group going to destroy each other? They can't do it themselves, so they won't let others do it either?

The stall next door sent someone to check on Fu Ting, and the person returned quickly.

"How's it going? What's the situation over there?"

"The milk tea over there sells really well; even though it's expensive, lots of people still buy it."

"What?!!"

"They said this milk tea was so delicious that they were afraid it wouldn't be available again if they missed it, so they rushed to buy it..."

"Is it really that good? Go find someone to secretly buy a cup and we'll make it too! Make the exact same one and sell it at a discount!"

"Okay!"

However, they were unable to replicate the bamboo-scented milk tea this time.

Fu Ting and Shen Junmei had established themselves firmly, and no one dared to compete with them anymore.

Anyone can make regular milk tea, but this bamboo-scented milk tea and its endless variety of flavors are something that others can't replicate.

They earned a thousand yuan that day, and Shen Junmei was so happy when she counted the money that she almost fainted.

“Sister Junmei, let’s rent a shop. Setting up a stall is risky; you can easily get kicked out, and it’s not easy to make things when the weather is bad, plus the milk tea gets cold easily,” Fu Ting said.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, I'll do it!"

Shen Junmei dared not have any more questions now. She listened to Fu Ting and Ruan Jiaojiao in everything. This couple were both very capable!

"Well, once we've rented the store, we can work hard for a few more months and then find someone to help us. We can just keep an eye on things then."

The most important thing is to remove the fishy smell from the milk. As long as this is not revealed to outsiders, their bamboo-scented milk tea will remain a staple here.

Shen Junmei never imagined in her life that she could sit in a shop and be her own boss, watching others work, and more importantly, earning a considerable amount of money...

All of this is thanks to Fu Ting and Ruan Jiaojiao. Thinking back to how harsh she used to be on Ruan Jiaojiao, Da Bao, and Xiao Bao, she felt very regretful.

Because of this, she suffered retribution; her daughter ran away, and her son was kidnapped.

Although Shen Junmei has money now, she still lives as frugally as before.

She saved all her money, intending to give it all to her son and daughter when she saw them again.

With this in mind, Shen Junmei became even more motivated and huffed and puffed as she chased after Fu Ting, the man with long legs and a fast pace.

Meanwhile, outside a military compound in Kyoto.

An elderly butler pushed the injured senior officer in a wheelchair, slowly moving forward.

The old commander was a brave and skilled warrior in his youth. After turning fifty, he supported several more wars, eventually injuring his leg and becoming confined to a wheelchair.

But his eyes were resolute, and his brows were full of compassion for the world and hatred for certain elements.

"Grandpa, what are you looking at?"

Seeing that the old leader was staring at one spot, the old steward asked.

The old chief, Fu Zhengting, said to the old housekeeper, "Look over there, isn't that a child lying there?"

"A child? Come on, let's go see." Old Zhang pushed him over there, and when they saw it, they were shocked to find a skinny, dark-skinned little boy lying on the ground!

"Old commander, you have sharp eyes! You could spot this kid from that far away. No wonder you were the top sniper in your youth!"

"Hmph." The old commander snorted disdainfully, but a hint of pride lingered in his eyes and brows.

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