Chapter 768 My Grandma is the Best in the World
Shen Zheng's wedding came to a perfect end.
On the wedding night, Cheng Wanwan brought a drunk Zhao Sanniu home, and Madam Ruan also brought a drunk Ruan Mingzhu home.
"Ugh—" Zhao Sanniu vomited violently beside the carriage, "I'm never drinking it again, it feels so awful..."
From another carriage, Nguyen Minh Chau gazed at him from afar, muttering, "Zhao Jingyu, you...you lost, you can't outdrink me..."
Zhao Sanniu immediately bristled: "Who said I can't outdrink you? Next time, let's go again!"
"Alright, alright!" Cheng Wanwan wiped his mouth. "If you drink like this again next time, I won't take care of you."
She looked up at Ruan Mingzhu and said, "Zhuzhu, you won this time, but you're not allowed to drink like this again. If Zhao Jingyu challenges you to a drinking contest, come and complain to me, and I'll teach him a lesson."
"Hehe, I... I'll listen to Aunt Wanwan." Ruan Mingzhu blushed and snuggled into Madam Ruan's arms. "Mom, I feel unwell, let's go home, let's go home..."
Madam Ruan gave Cheng Wanwan an apologetic gesture, pulled the carriage curtain closed, and the carriage slowly drove away.
Grandma Zhao was extremely worried: "San Niu is already nineteen years old, how can he still be so immature? How will he ever find a wife?"
“Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so don’t worry about it.” Cheng Wanwan wasn’t in a hurry. “The children’s destiny will come when it comes. Just wait and see.”
Back home, Cheng Wanwan had someone brew some hangover tea, prepared hot water for Zhao Sanniu to take a bath, and even had a servant keep an eye on him by the bedside to prevent him from vomiting in the middle of the night.
The next day, Zhao Sanniu didn't wake up until noon. Even after waking up, he still felt unwell, with a headache.
"Brother San Niu, come and have a taste." Dong Hua came out of the kitchen carrying a cup of light green drink. "This is a hangover tea that I made myself. You'll definitely feel much better after drinking it."
Zhao Sanniu looked incredulous: "I'd rather continue to feel the pain for a while longer."
“Don’t underestimate Donghua’s skills,” Cheng Wanwan said. “In the three years you’ve been in the capital, Donghua has improved a lot. She and Qiuhua have come up with a lot of strange and unusual drinks. They taste good and sell well. The two girls have made quite a bit of money.”
Being praised in public by her most admired aunt, Donghua was very happy. She raised her chin and said, "That's right, that's right! Qiuhua and I have earned so much money that we can buy a shop in the capital!"
Zhao Sanniu then picked up the hangover tea and took a sip. The taste was indeed quite good, very sweet and refreshing. Drinking it refreshed him and made him feel much better.
After he finished drinking, he gave Donghua a thumbs up.
Donghua became even more arrogant: "After lunch, Qiuhua and I will go out for a stroll and try all kinds of delicious drinks in the capital. Then we'll try to make them ourselves. When we get back to Dahe Town, we'll say they're specialties of the capital, and they'll definitely be very popular."
"You're such a shrewd businesswoman," Old Mrs. Zhao shook her head. "Luckily, Qiuhua helped us, otherwise this business wouldn't have lasted long."
Donghua was quick-witted and responsible for coming up with ideas, while Qiuhua was honest and straightforward, responsible for turning those ideas into reality. The two girls worked together to sell drinks, and surprisingly, they managed to make a name for themselves. They earned only a little less money each month than if they had run a canteen.
After lunch, Donghua and Qiuhua went out. Fearing that the two girls were not familiar with the way, Cheng Wanwan arranged for Cheng Yi to go with them.
Fearing that the Zhao family might be bored, Cheng Wanwan specially invited an opera troupe to perform in the courtyard. The first play was "The Pear Blossom Romance".
When she last came to the capital, she set a precedent by writing a collection of stories. After she left, Situ Man officially began to recruit people to formalize the matter. In the past two or three years, the Reading Pavilion has published a total of 68 stories, of which more than 30 stories have been adapted into opera scripts. Many teahouses and theaters in the capital have been singing these operas, and three or four operas have even reached the palace. It is said that the Empress Dowager would occasionally have people from the Pear Garden sing a song.
"Sister-in-law, this play is really well written." Sun looked at Cheng Wanwan with even more admiration. "When I go home, I'll take some storybooks back with me so that the people of Dahe Town can know about your abilities... Sister-in-law, why don't you write a storybook about yourself? A widow in her thirties who becomes a second-rank noblewoman through her own abilities. If that storybook came out, it would definitely sell like hotcakes."
Wu Huiniang smiled and said, "Every time I go to the county, people on the street always talk about my mother. They all talk about it in great detail. If there were a play that specifically tells my mother's story, I'm sure a lot of people would watch it."
"I'll write it! I'll write it!" Zhao Yuezhu hugged Cheng Wanwan's leg. "Grandma is the best! I want to tell everyone that my grandma is the most amazing person in the world!"
Zhao Mochen followed along eagerly: "I...I can write too..."
"You two little brats, stop clinging to my leg." Cheng Wanwan said, both amused and exasperated. "If you really want to write, wait until I'm old or dead."
She, a living, breathing person, always felt it was very strange to watch someone else act out her entire life.
Moreover, traditional operas inevitably contain elements of exaggeration and falsehood. Since she is still alive, she would not allow her life story to be exaggerated and distorted.
In short, this whole thing sounds unreliable and will likely cause all sorts of trouble.
That afternoon, the Zhao family sat in the courtyard watching the plays, which included themes of love and family, national affairs, and comedy...
The event finally ended as dusk fell.
At this moment, Qiu Hua returned, carrying a full load of things with Cheng Yi as they walked in from the courtyard gate.
Cheng Wanwan frowned: "Where's Donghua?"
"Donghua said she wanted to shop around a little longer, so she told us to come back first." Qiuhua put the things on the table. "This box is full of books, introductions to the specialties of Beijing. This bundle is full of snacks. Xiaozhuzhu, Xuanxuan, Chenchen, Zhenzhen, come and eat quickly... There are also a lot of drinks here. Later, when Donghua comes back, we'll try them out and discuss them..."
A group of little ones rushed over, each grabbing a few snacks and sitting down to eat.
Madam Sun also took the opportunity to grab a handful, clicking her tongue and saying, "The pastries in the capital are indeed delicious. If you two girls learn how to make them, you can squeeze all the pastry shops in Ping'an County out of business."
Seeing that Madam Sun, the mother, was not worried about Donghua, Cheng Wanwan put the matter aside.
Dinner was served shortly afterward, and after the whole family had eaten, it was already dark. At this time, Donghua still hadn't returned.
"That girl, she's just too playful." Mrs. Sun curled her lips. "Never mind her, I want to see when she comes back. Don't think that just because she can make money she won't dare to discipline her!"
Cheng Wanwan said, "We might have taken the wrong turn. I'd better send someone out to look for us."
“Donghua is very clever. Others might get lost, but she certainly won’t.” Zhao Youcai, as her father, knows his daughter very well. “Once when we went into the mountains, I couldn’t even tell which way was which. It was she who pointed me in the right direction, and the two of us managed to get down the mountain before dark. The roads in the capital are so wide, and my sister-in-law’s house is on the main street. She won’t get lost.”
Donghua was indeed so engrossed in playing that she forgot the time, and it wasn't until her stomach started growling that she remembered she needed to go home.
"Oh no, I'm going to get home so late, Mom will definitely kill me." She rubbed her chin in distress. "Mom loves sweet snacks, if I buy some to take home, she'll calm down. I'll also get some for my aunt, so she'll protect me..."
She immediately walked toward the pastry shop on the street.
Just then, someone bumped into her.
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