"Brother An, is the steamed cake delicious?"
An Er lowered his eyes, glanced at the steamed cake in his hand that was now only a crescent moon, and nodded blankly.
"This one is jujube flavored, it's my absolute favorite flavor!" Jiao Sanlang took out the last piece of steamed cake from the oil paper package and gently placed it on An Ershou's hand.
The child stared at him with wide, eager eyes, a hint of reluctance to part with the pastries mixed with genuine pride.
An Er swallowed the steamed cake in his hand in three bites, and stingily uttered two words, "Fragrant and sweet."
"Hehe!" Jiao Sanlang laughed happily, "This is what my sister taught us to make. Her dishes and desserts are so delicious!"
An Er nodded silently in his heart.
"Brother An, did you buy this shop? It must have cost a lot of money, right?" Jiao Sanlang naturally changed the subject.
"Twenty thousand taels."
"Wow...!" Jiao Sanlang opened his mouth wide and turned his gaze to Shi Tou and Hu Zi, who also looked like they had swallowed a duck egg.
"So, Brother An, what kind of business are you planning to do?" Jiao Sanlang asked persistently.
An Er's brows furrowed again quickly, then he turned to look at Jiao Sanlang, "I don't know, I haven't decided yet."
Jiao Sanlang moved closer to An Er, the two of them standing very close. "Brother An, why don't you open a restaurant like my sister? My sister runs a private kitchen in Guxian Town, and business is booming!"
An Er lowered his eyes silently, "I can't cook."
“My sister knows how! My sister is planning to open a branch in Chongqing! But I haven’t found a suitable shop yet, the shops here are too expensive!” Jiao Sanlang sighed sadly.
An Er raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Jiao Erlang.
Seeing that Erlang was still upset, Huzi quickly chimed in, "Brother An, why don't you and Sister Jiang go into business together? You can be partners! You provide the shop, Sister Jiang cooks, and you can split the profits equally!"
A single sentence reminded Jiao Erlang, who clapped his hands and laughed, "Great idea! Brother An, why don't you and my sister open a food stall together? We can help you!"
An Er thought for a moment and nodded.
"That's great! Brother An, do you know how to open a food stall?"
An Er silently shook his head. He only knew how to kill with a sword, not how to do business.
"I don't know either... That's okay, let's go find the teacher together and ask what to do next!"
Jiao Sanlang took An Er's hand, and the four of them went to the bamboo house in Mao'er Hutong.
When Mr. Xunmei saw this group of four, his expression was quite indescribable.
When he heard Jiao Sanlang explain the whole story, the expression on his face became even more interesting.
So, his little apprentice went out and brought back a God of Wealth?
No, it's still unknown whether he's the God of Wealth or not; he might just be the King of Hell!
"Alright, go study. Tiger, take the others to practice calligraphy. I have something to say to this young man."
Once the children had all left, Mr. Xunmei's expression changed, and he demanded sharply, "Who exactly are you! Who is your master, and why have you come to Sanlang!"
A cold glint flashed in An Er's clear eyes, and his entire aura changed, instantly transforming him into a killing god in the midst of a carnage.
Mr. Xunmei has met such people before and is quite familiar with them.
An Er's fingers twitched slightly, his gaze lingered briefly on a painting behind Mr. Xunmei, and the next second, all the murderous aura around him vanished.
“He approached me. I wanted to start a business, but I didn’t know how. His sister did. We partnered up and made money.”
Mr. Xunmei loosened his clenched fists, met An Er's indifferent gaze, and said, "Are you a bodyguard of the Fu family?"
An Er did not answer.
Mr. Xunmei laughed, "Your master really dares to think of sending a bodyguard out to do business!"
An Er still did not answer.
“Tell your master that whatever you want to do, I will not allow you to harm this child and her sister!” Mr. Xunmei’s tone was particularly sharp.
Remembering Fu Qiyuan's instructions, An Er unusually added a few more words, "No, I will protect them."
Mr. Xunmei recalled what Sanlang had told him before, and he had already come to a conclusion.
He paced back and forth in the room a few times and said, "You can cooperate, but I have one condition: I will buy the ownership of this shop on behalf of Sanlang's sister, and I will send someone to deliver the 20,000 taels of silver to the Fu residence!"
An Er's eyes twitched slightly. "The shop belongs to the young master, and what belongs to the young master is hers."
Mr. Xunmei paused slightly, raising his eyes in surprise to look at An Er, who stood there like a wooden stake.
Was it arranged by that young man from the Fu family? That makes sense. The Fu family boy went to great lengths to get close to Sanlang's sister; there must be a reason. In any case, this is a good start!
That afternoon, everyone at the bamboo hut warmly welcomed An Er, and the steamed cakes made by Shi Tou and Jiao Sanlang won over An Er's stomach.
"I like the cakes you made." This was the first time in An Er's life that he had said the word "like".
Jiao Sanlang grinned from ear to ear and whispered mysteriously in An Er's ear, "Brother An, you're a die-hard fan now, so I'm going to give you a Jiang Family Private Kitchen VVIP membership card!"
As he spoke, he took out an exceptionally smooth, dark green bamboo plaque from inside his inner jacket and carefully handed it to An Ershou.
An Er took it and looked at Jiao Sanlang with a puzzled expression.
"Brother An, with this membership card, you only need to pay 60% off all your expenses at Jiang's Private Kitchen! That means while others pay ten taels of silver for a meal, you only need six taels!"
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