"I'll go back and look for it. I'll contact you again if I find it." After saying goodbye to Grandpa Su, Song Mian returned to the funeral clothing shop.
The wholesale market owner had already delivered all the items she bought. She carried everything into the house herself and began to carefully check and organize them.
After finishing her work, Song Mian carefully checked her savings.
Just now, Song Mian suddenly received 30,000 yuan transferred from an unknown account, with the transfer note stating "voluntarily given by Meng Yi".
Song Mian quickly ordered some more food props that mukbang streamers love online for Meng Yi, and was surprised to find that she now had 150,000 yuan in savings!
She had previously asked the doctor, and he said that her grandmother's heart surgery would cost 200,000 yuan, plus about 70,000 to 80,000 yuan for follow-up treatment.
"Including the caregiver's fee, it'll probably be around 300,000 yuan in total." Song Mian sat in a chair, sipping her milk tea, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I originally thought this was a goal I could never achieve in my lifetime, but now it seems that maybe if another big order comes in, I can save Grandma!"
Forcing herself not to call her grandmother to tell her the news, Song Mian quickly drifted off to sleep, feeling relieved.
For the next seven days, Lin Jiaojiao visited the funeral clothing shop every time she appeared in a dream to the Qi family's descendants.
"You said you were dreaming, and you asked your descendants to come to my shop to buy a memorial tablet for you?" Song Mian looked at Lin Jiaojiao in surprise.
Lin Jiaojiao was munching on the offerings that Song Mian had prepared for her today.
The vacuum-packed spicy duck necks were fresh, fragrant, and delicious. Lin Jiaojiao ate for a long time and couldn't stop: "Yes, I'm a regular customer here. Of course, my descendants will all have to come to your shop."
"Jiaojiao, you truly are my loyal customer! Don't worry, when your descendants come to buy a memorial tablet for you, I'll give them at least a 10% discount!"
Lin Jiaojiao quickly picked out a cup of instant milk tea from the offerings, had Song Mian brew it for her, and then said, "Young boss, you must know that the youngest descendant of the Qi family is indeed quite good."
This kid has done a lot of stupid things growing up. I told you about what he did when he was seven, right? Let's start from when he was eight!
Seeing Lin Jiaojiao's enthusiasm, Song Mian sighed and shook his head helplessly, then took out a large bag of sunflower seeds and started eating them.
Since Lin Jiaojiao learned that she had descendants in the Qi family, she has learned about the lives of almost everyone in the Qi family, from the past to the present, in just seven days.
The more Lin Jiaojiao learned, the more Song Mian listened to her, and every night during business hours she was busy gossiping about the Qi family.
Of all the members of the Qi family, Lin Jiaojiao cares most about the youngest descendant.
Having successfully listened to Lin Jiaojiao's gossip all night, Song Mian waited until dawn to see Lin Jiaojiao off. Just as she was about to close the door, she heard the wind chimes on the door ring.
"Welcome!" Subconsciously looking towards the glass door leading to the backyard, Song Mian was surprised not to see any ghosts coming to the backyard.
That makes sense, it's daytime now, and there are no more ghost customers.
Turning her head towards the main entrance of the funeral shop, Song Mian subconsciously raised her hand to block the morning light streaming in from outside.
A tall, well-proportioned young man pushed open the front door and walked in.
The morning light bathed the man in a golden glow, making his deep amber eyes appear even clearer. His high nose bridge, diamond-shaped lips, pale skin, and perfect face were all flawless.
Song Mian had only ever seen super handsome men of this caliber on TV, and for a moment she thought it was some big star from a movie crew who had accidentally wandered into his shop!
What excited Song Mian the most was not the man's appearance, but his identity.
This is a living, breathing person, the first living customer she has encountered in the half-month since she opened her shop!
"Sir, welcome. How can I help you?" Shaking off her earlier drowsiness, Song Mian quickly walked up to the man.
Only then did Song Mian realize that her head was so small that it could barely touch the man's shoulder. She estimated that the man was at least 1.85 meters tall.
The man pursed his lips, his expression looking somewhat conflicted.
Song Mian was full of questions, then noticed that the man had very fair skin, which made his dark circles under his eyes appear particularly heavy.
"Excuse me, do you offer custom-made memorial tablets?" The man looked at the various tablets in the display case that didn't yet have names engraved on them, and chose one with a simple lotus pattern. "I'll take this one. Could you please engrave 'Qilin Shi' and 'Jiaojiao' on it..."
Song Mian paused, "Are you a descendant of Lin Jiaojiao? Is your surname Qi?"
Qi Yefeng's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared blankly at Song Mian: "How did you know?!"
Qi Yefeng has been haunted by the female ghost named Lin Jiaojiao for seven days.
Every night when he closes his eyes, he dreams of the female ghost in ancient costume. As soon as they meet, she grabs him and calls him her grandson, saying that she is his ancestor who has been separated from him for more than 300 years.
At first, he didn't take this little thing to heart at all, thinking it was just a dream.
He had the same dream for seven days, and as time went by, his dream became clearer and clearer. He could not only hear the female ghost telling him to set up a memorial tablet, but she even arranged in advance where to buy the funeral clothes for the memorial tablet!
Last night, after dreaming of a female ghost again, he decided to give it a try and searched for the Haozailai Funeral Clothing Store.
Qi Yefeng only thought of buying a memorial tablet here on a whim, so he never expected that the shop assistant in front of him would recognize him, and even recognize Lin Jiaojiao!
"Simply put, I am Lin Jiaojiao's representative. I need to help her deliver the memorial tablet she chose in advance, and also go to your home to select a good south-facing location to ensure that you will actually begin worshipping her." Following Lin Jiaojiao's instructions, Song Mian took out a pre-ordered memorial tablet from the counter.
The memorial tablet design is quite novel, with rivets and heart patterns decorating the jet-black tablet, giving it a very unconventional look.
"Put down the memorial tablet in your hand. Jiaojiao doesn't like the regular style. This is a custom version that she asked me to make. You can worship this one."
As Song Mian spoke, she placed the memorial tablet in Qi Yefeng's hand.
Qi Yefeng held the memorial tablet, his face showing an expression of utter disbelief.
He suspected that the boss in front of him was a conman.
But Lin Jiaojiao's name was actually carved on this unconventional memorial tablet beforehand!
Too many illogical things rushed into Qi Yefeng's mind at once. He put down the unconventional memorial tablet and took a moment to calm himself down: "Wait a minute, this amount of information is just too much for me to process all at once. Let me go back and think about it more carefully. I won't buy this memorial tablet for now!"
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