After Zhang Xianglian put down the pastries and got back to work, the head chef visibly became depressed again.
He also gave Jiang Sheng a few words of advice: "Doing business is all about direction. Since you've already taken the path of affordable and accessible prices, don't expect to make money off the wealthy. Small profits but quick turnover will still make you a fortune."
That's the logic.
Jiang Sheng didn't have her second brother's obsession with and desire for money. As long as she had enough to eat and drink and a place to sleep, that was enough for her.
But kindness requires money.
After seeing the head chef off, she strolled over to Miao Zhaoying and her daughter.
Since the divorce, Aunt Miao has visibly become more energetic. She doesn't feel tired at all when she carries a big iron pot and swings a spatula every day, especially with her daughter Daya standing next to her.
The mother and daughter, one roasting chestnuts and the other wrapping them in oil paper, occasionally chuckled and whispered a few words, creating a harmonious and peaceful atmosphere.
Who would have thought that just a month ago, they were huddled in a stranger's storage room, eating cold food in a desolate and heartbreaking way, huddling together for warmth.
If it weren't for Aunt Zhang's help, this mother and daughter might have already died in the street.
If it weren't for Jiuzhenfang taking them in, they would have suffered hardship and difficulty even if they were alive.
When Jiang Sheng was a child, she did not understand why there were so many rich people in the world who wore clothes worth hundreds of taels of silver, ate food worth tens of taels of silver, and used precious items worth thousands of taels of silver, yet some people were still poorly clothed, some were starving, and some sold their children for a few taels of silver.
As Jiang Sheng grew older, she seemed to understand that there are social classes in this world. The poor are poor, and the rich are rich. What you are born with, you have; what you are not born with, you don't have.
The rich won't become poor if they don't act recklessly, and the poor can only ever be poor enough to eat, no matter how hard they try.
But Jiang Sheng still wanted to do something.
When she went from being a homeless child struggling to survive to a chubby little girl who was well-fed and clothed, the wish she had made before Buddha resurfaced and grew larger.
She wanted the idle aunties at the village entrance to have a place to earn money and supplement their household income.
She hopes that homeless and destitute beggars can have a place to eat and survive with resilience.
She also hopes that countless Miao women can escape their suffering and start a happy life again.
Even if the little lazy girl has to put in effort and thought.
The head chef said that Jiuzhenfang caters to the common people, while the elites enjoy special dishes.
Why is it special?
Can't it be the only one?
Jiang Sheng seemed to have figured something out, but couldn't find any specific clues. She told Aunt Zhang what to do and then strolled around Tianjiekou.
Fengjing is truly bustling.
Tianjiekou is a four-way intersection. In addition to the street where Jiuzhenfang is located, there are three other streets with all kinds of shops, which are dazzling and colorful.
Jiang Sheng went inside to ask about the prices and found that Jiuzhenfang's prices were really reasonable and fair, the lowest in the entire Tianjiekou area.
Oh no, there's also Fourth Brother's free clinic at the bottom.
As she walked, lost in thought, despite being extra careful, she still bumped into a girl in a bright green dress.
Jiang Sheng was sturdy; though short, she was chubby, and she regained her balance after swaying for a moment.
The girl in the green dress almost flew off, but was caught by the maid next to her with all her might, preventing her from getting caught on a branch.
That's an exaggeration, that's an exaggeration.
However, in the contest of strength just now, the girl in green was clearly at a disadvantage.
Filled with remorse, Jiang Sheng immediately bowed and apologized, "It's all my fault for bumping into you, miss. Are you feeling alright?"
There was no sound from the other side.
Jiang Sheng's heart began to pound with unease.
This girl in green has a maid, so she must be of noble status. Could she be like the young lady from the Jiang family, proud and arrogant, and like to use her family background to intimidate others?
But she has already apologized, hasn't she? She can't just kneel on the ground and kowtow, can she?
The more Jiang Sheng thought about it, the more horrified she became. Her chubby toes in her embroidered shoes curled up and down, as if ready to grab the ground and run away at any moment.
Suddenly, a soft laugh came from above.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of slender hands helped Jiang Sheng up and pinched her plump little arms, seemingly in amazement, "Fengjing actually has such a plump child, and she's a girl."
Jiang Sheng, "..."
"Kid, you bumped into me, but I'm not angry." The owner of the jade hand said playfully, "I just want to ask, what do you eat every day to get so fat?"
Jiang Sheng, "..."
You're the fat one, you're the fat one.
But since she had just bumped into someone, she couldn't let her anger get the better of her. Jiang Sheng pouted and looked up, "Eating chestnuts, braised pork knuckles, and candied hawthorns every day."
It was at this moment that she saw the girl in green in full.
Her tall and slender figure goes without saying, and her smooth and glossy dress goes without saying, but it is the girl's jade-like face with a gentle smile that truly captivates people.
Her face was as beautiful as a lotus blossom, her eyebrows as delicate as willow leaves, her high nose bridge reflected her red lips, and her eyes sparkled as she spoke and laughed, exuding both generosity and unrestrained charm.
This was the first time Jiang Sheng had seen such a beautiful older sister. She was more dignified than the demure Wang Yuyao, more noble than the concubines of Prince Gong, and more unrestrained than Jiang Chenghuan.
She is just like a clever and witty noblewoman from an extraordinary background who has her own ideas. Even when she meets a chubby boy from an ordinary background, she can still laugh and joke with him.
"Sister, are you not angry that I bumped into you?" Jiang Sheng asked blankly.
The girl in green covered her mouth and laughed, her body trembling with laughter. "Don't be angry! I said you're fat, are you angry now?"
Jiang Sheng shook her head.
She knows she's fat, and she knows she has a sweet tooth; gaining weight is to be expected.
"That's settled then." The girl in green blinked. "Little sister, can I pinch your cheek? It's so round and cute, I really want to pinch it."
The maid beside her turned her head away, seemingly unwilling to acknowledge that this was her young mistress.
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