The food factory is ramping up operations and expanding its scale, and the Haicheng specialty store is also experiencing another sales boom.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed for not being able to find a suitable house for Lin Yu, Da Tou did his best to help the store spread the word.
He has a wide network of connections and many subordinates, and his reputation spreads through word of mouth.
Soon, almost everyone in Haicheng knew that a food store had opened there.
Qingshan Foods' products are inexpensive and of good quality; you rarely leave empty-handed after entering the store.
Lin Shan was extremely busy, and Lin Qingshui, whom he brought along, also performed very well.
Knowing that Lin Yu was interested in training him, Lin Shan would always keep him by his side and teach him step by step.
Lin Qingshui secretly realized what was going on, and all he felt was joy and gratitude.
Zhou Hehua felt sorry for Lin Shan, who worked so hard every day, and was glad that she could accompany him.
Besides handling cash and bookkeeping at the store, she would go out to buy groceries whenever she had time.
Then I'll go home and cook for everyone.
Zhou Hehua took good care of all six people in the shop.
Zhou Hehua is always the first one to get up every morning and go out to buy the freshest vegetables.
The management in Haicheng is not very strict; people from the countryside are allowed to come to the city to sell vegetables.
The vegetable stall is located quite far away, by a river.
Zhou Hehua goes there to buy vegetables every day, and she already knows the vendors well.
When she gets back to the dormitory, it's still early, so she prepares breakfast for everyone.
Today was no different; everyone had breakfast as soon as they got up, and they all thanked Zhou Hehua.
But while eating breakfast, she was distracted.
After the employees left, Lin Shan helped her clear the dishes. Seeing that she looked preoccupied, he finally couldn't help but ask her:
What's wrong with you today?
Zhou Hehua moved her lips, but didn't know how to speak.
Lin Shan pulled her into the room and sat her down: "Tell me, what's the big deal?"
Once inside the room, Zhou Hehua finally spoke: "I... I saw Mingming today."
Lin Shan frowned; he hadn't heard that name in several years.
"You mean, you met Lin, Qiao Mingming?"
"Hmm." She nodded, then added, "It seems she's already married..."
"Anything else?" If it were just about meeting Qiao Mingming, Zhou Hehua wouldn't have this expression.
"She doesn't seem to be doing well."
As Zhou Hehua recalled, she said, "She looked very unwell and went out alone to buy a lot of groceries."
At that moment, Zhou Hehua was talking to a vendor she knew when she saw Qiao Mingming's profile.
She felt the face looked familiar, but didn't recognize it yet.
The vendor, an elderly woman, said to Zhou Hehua, "Look at that young woman, she hasn't been here for a while."
Buying groceries isn't anything unusual.
The key issue is that this young wife always wears small leather shoes and a skirt when she goes out to buy groceries, making her look out of place here.
She treated the street vendors with arrogance when she went grocery shopping.
Therefore, the price they charged her was a bit higher than what others charged.
The old lady complained to Zhou Hehua, "This young wife, she's just a city girl, but she still has to serve her in-laws. She treats us country women like landlords."
Zhou Hehua frowned and observed for a while longer.
Hearing the young woman's voice and appearance, she became even more certain that this was Lin Mingming.
Oh no, her name is Qiao Mingming now.
Qiao Mingming's clothes looked very expensive, but her complexion was terrible, even worse than when she was in the countryside.
She brushed past Zhou Hehua face to face, but did not recognize her former sister-in-law, and left without noticing.
Zhou Hehua said that Qiao Mingming must be having a hard time, and asked Lin Shan what to do.
Lin Shan and Qiao Mingming had been like siblings for over a decade, and hearing news of an old friend still bothered him, but the feelings had faded considerably.
So they said, "Don't worry about it, we'll just pretend we never saw it."
When Qiao Mingming was still in the Lianhua Brigade, she wasn't very close to Zhou Hehua.
Qiao Mingming has always been willful and capricious, and Zhou Hehua doesn't like her.
Later, Lin Yu arrived, and the two sisters-in-law got along very well.
If Zhou Hehua had to choose, she would definitely choose her sister-in-law, Lin Yu.
Since Lin Shan said he wouldn't care about her, she would pretend it never happened.
The couple agreed to pretend they didn't know Qiao Mingming and avoid causing trouble.
The person involved in the trouble did not recognize Zhou Hehua.
She never imagined that someone who should have stayed in the countryside would come to Haicheng.
When Qiao Mingming returned home, her parents-in-law and husband were still asleep.
She went into the kitchen first to prepare breakfast and put it on the table before the rest of the family slowly came out.
After breakfast, her in-laws and husband left for work, and she sat down to eat something before clearing the dishes.
Living such a mechanical life every day, Qiao Mingming had her doubts.
She was determined to run back to the city, to reclaim her status as the factory director's daughter, just so she could live a better life.
With the identity of a true heiress, she married a husband of equal social standing.
Her current life is a thousand times better than what she used to live in the countryside, so why doesn't she feel happy?
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When it came to Qiao Mingming's matter, Zhou Hehua felt she couldn't keep it from Lin Yu, so she included it in her letter.
Memories of living in the Qiao family and in Haicheng suddenly flooded Lin Yu's mind, stirring up her recollections.
She suddenly became curious about the current situation of the real heiress.
In recent years, her family has never mentioned Qiao Mingming.
Even Qiao Feng rarely mentions the Qiao family.
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