Wei Qing chatted with his wife for a while, then ran to the market, ordered a bed, and had it brought back.
The two side rooms were cleaned up.
In the evening, when Tangli was busy in the kitchen, Aunt Zhao came in.
"Madam, I...I'll do it." Aunt Zhao said.
Aunt Zhao had worked as a servant before, and if she didn't do any work, she would be beaten and scolded by her master. She just saw the mistress cooking, and she panicked and ran over.
Tang Li did not stop her, but handed the kitchen to her and watched from the side.
Of course, she had to hire someone to work, so she wanted to see if Aunt Zhao was agile and skillful.
Tang Li watched from the side and sometimes gave her some advice, such as which dishes were for the two babies and which ones should have less salt, for example, Wei Qing liked to eat braised pork, so the flavor should be stronger when braised.
Aunt Zhao was a little frightened and frantic, working entirely on instinct, fearing she would make a mistake and be scolded by her master.
She finished the meal with a lot of fuss, and although she didn't hear any scolding from the host, she was still very nervous.
After Aunt Zhao finished cooking the last dish, she turned around and suddenly knelt at Tangli's feet, which scared her.
"Madam, I... was wrong. You scolded me..." Aunt Zhao stammered.
"Aunt Zhao, please get up quickly. You are doing a great job." Tang Li said hurriedly.
She was telling the truth. Aunt Zhao was very nimble and skilled at her work, which showed that she did it a lot.
Aunt Zhao raised her head and gave her host a gentle smile.
"You're doing great, seriously, but I don't like it if you keep kneeling."
Aunt Zhao stood up quickly.
"Madam! I...will not kneel anymore..."
After Aunt Zhao prepared the meal, she didn't stop and started cleaning the yard, as if she couldn't survive without work. She refused to eat even when she was asked to.
Chang Lu was better. He took two steamed buns and ate them, but he refused to sit at the same table with the host to eat no matter what.
Aunt Zhao did all the work she could, fetched well water to wash herself, and then went into the room.
The bed was clean and had a new quilt, but she didn't dare get close to it and just huddled in the corner to watch for a while.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Aunt Zhao was startled and opened the door. She saw an exquisite little baby standing at the door, looking at her with its little head tilted up.
This is the owner’s child. The owner has two children.
Aunt Zhao quickly squatted down: "Miss..."
Sanbao was holding a bowl bigger than her face, filled with steamed buns and dumplings. She handed it to Aunt Zhao and said in a baby voice, "Aunt, eat."
Aunt Zhao's granddaughter is also this old, but she speaks to her in a bad tone and is full of disgust.
The kindness of the young master left her at a loss.
"Aunt, please take it quickly, I can't carry it anymore~" Sanbao pouted and said coquettishly.
Aunt Zhao quickly took it.
"Auntie, have you eaten enough?" Sanbao blinked his big black eyes and ran away with his short legs.
Aunt Zhao ate the steamed buns in the bowl and felt like she was being treated as a human being. Her heart felt warm and her nose felt sore.
…
Aunt Zhao is at home taking care of her two babies.
She was a little restrained at first, staring at the two babies closely and not daring to talk to them, for fear that they would dislike her.
But the two little masters were well-behaved, kind and lively. Aunt Zhao stuck her head out a little from her shell and dared to talk to the two babies.
She helps them undress when it's hot and puts them back on when it's cold. She cooks according to the babies' tastes and takes good care of the two babies.
Tangli took Changlu to the shop.
Chang Lu used to serve the young master of a wealthy family. He was very smart and good at reading people's expressions, so he was quite liked by the young master.
He was good at judging people and originally thought that the lady was a gentle and virtuous young lady. It was not until he arrived at the shop that he realized that the lady was actually the head manager of a shop!
In this era, it is very rare for women to do business.
Chang Lu felt a little more respect for his master Tangli.
Tangli originally planned to let Chang Lu be an errand boy.
However, Tangli soon discovered Chang Lu's talents in other areas.
He has a sweet mouth and is good at reading people and talking to them. He can make guests very happy with just a few words.
Speaking of which, Chang Lu has good facial features, but he is too dark and too thin. If he were to be raised, he would become a handsome boy.
Most of the customers in rouge shops are girls, so having handsome young men selling goods is more attractive! This is also a common marketing method in modern times.
Tang Li was an impatient person. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He asked Chang Lu to look after the store and went out. When he came back, he had an extra set of clothes in his hands.
She handed the clothes to Chang Lu: "Go change."
Chang Lu was a little flattered: "Madam, there's no need for that. I have clothes to wear!"
"From now on, you will wear this outfit when you serve in the store. Your clothes will be the face of our store."
After Tang Li said this, Chang Lu ran to the inner room to change.
The clothes Tang Li bought were not ordinary servants' clothes. The fabric was good. As the saying goes, clothes make the man. After Chang Lu put on the new clothes, he looked like a young master from a wealthy family, and he looked cleaner and more handsome.
Chang Lu was still a young boy after all. After changing into new clothes, he couldn't help but look at himself in front of the bronze mirror. He seemed to look quite good.
When he turned around, he met the lady's smiling gaze and couldn't help feeling a little shy, his face slightly red.
Tangli said: "It looks pretty good."
Chang Lu's face turned even redder.
When a guest came in, Chang Lu immediately greeted him with his eloquence and without any shyness.
Tangli also gave Lu Qing some time to teach Chang Lu more professional knowledge about rouge, so that he would have more to say when selling the goods.
Chang Lu is excited every day as if he has been injected with chicken blood.
He likes his master very much and he also likes this job.
It’s not like being a servant in a wealthy family before, where you just work to make a living and live in fear every day for fear of angering your master.
Now, the owner is very nice and he likes this job very much. Every time he sells rouge, he feels a special sense of accomplishment and is very motivated!
And every time he handed the money over to his wife, she would give him some rewards.
Chang Lu quickly declined. He had food and drink, and his master had never treated him unfairly. How could he ask for money?!
"Save some money so that you can get married when the time comes." Tang Li said.
Marry... Marry a wife? !
His father always wanted to see him get married, but how could he afford one? Even if he did, she would suffer with him.
Therefore, Chang Lu never considered marrying. After selling himself, he would be treated like a slave to his master. He knew several people who had signed death contracts, some of whom were beaten to death by their masters, and some of whom were not even given shoes to wear. Their lives were extremely miserable. He had no such thoughts.
The master is actually still thinking about getting married...
Besides his father, the only one who was thinking about this was his master.
What good things did he do in his previous life to meet such a good master?
Chang Lu felt a sore nose.
"Hurry up and take it. Work hard tomorrow. If you can't sell it, you won't get any reward."
Chang Lu quickly took the reward and smiled: "Thank you, ma'am!"
…
Seeing that Baoqing Pavilion's business was getting better and better, Mr. Zhou became a little restless.
He didn't expect that this young woman was so capable and much better than the girl from the Lu family.
He originally thought that Baoqing Pavilion was in his pocket, but if this little woman really brought Baoqing Pavilion back to life, then the cooked duck would fly away!
He couldn't let this happen!
Mr. Zhou had evil thoughts brewing in his mind.
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