“Teacher, my mother’s surname is Mei…” Sanlang’s words completely shattered Mr. Xunmei’s hopes.
He nodded, and said dejectedly, "Teacher, you were too attached to appearances. You suddenly saw a similar plum blossom embroidery and thought of my daughter. What a coincidence!"
Although Jiang Shan didn't know what had happened to Mr. Xunmei, she vaguely guessed from his name that he was looking for his daughter.
"Don't worry, sir, your daughter will definitely return to you safely! Once our shop opens, I will advertise in the store to help you find your beloved daughter!" Jiang Shan said confidently.
"Good, good, what a good child!" Mr. Xunmei quickly turned his worry into joy.
After seeing off Mr. Xunmei and the group from the Bamboo House, Jiang Shan's expression became less relaxed.
That's unreliable! Absolutely unreliable!
Such a big shop, and they only assigned a hands-off manager like Young Master An to her. She wasn't really that confident about what to do next!
I originally thought that Zheng Wu was a businessman, and his partner in Yuzhou couldn't be much worse than him. But as it turns out, man proposes, God disposes!
Xue Zhen brought in some calming tea and couldn't help but laugh when she saw Jiang Shan looking dejected.
"I thought you were fearless, but I didn't expect you to show your cowardice so soon after arriving in Yuzhou!"
"Sister Xue, you've seen it too. This Second Young Master An is unreliable. He only provides money but doesn't intend to put in any effort. How can I manage such a big shop by myself?" Jiang Shan was quite unconvinced.
"Why not?" Xue Zhen handed the calming vegetables to Jiang Shan and sat down next to her.
"Besides, you're not alone. You have me, Brother Fu, and Sanlang's gang of brothers. No matter what comes next, we'll face it with you. The shops in Guxian Town have only been open for half a year, and we built them up through our own hard work. Besides, you seem to have forgotten something important...!"
Seeing Xue Zhen's mysterious demeanor, Jiang Shan was extremely anxious. "Good sister, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me quickly! I really have no idea what to do!"
Xue Zhen pointed to herself, "Auntie!"
Jiang Shan's eyes widened little by little, then he jumped up and hugged Xue Zhen tightly. "Aunt Hong! Oh my god, I completely forgot about Aunt Hong! Look at my head... Sister Xue, can you take me to see Aunt Hong tomorrow?"
Xue Zhen laughed and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I've already written to my aunt, and she'll arrange for my cousin to come over in the next few days."
Jiang Shan was overjoyed, feeling instantly relaxed and refreshed!
Aunt Hong has been managing the restaurant for so many years, she has more experience than her, she's a real gem!
Jiang Shan slept soundly that night.
The next day, she got up very early and, full of energy, dragged Jiang Huai out of bed. The group then went to the bamboo house in Mao'er Hutong.
Although the trip was rather rushed, Jiangshan did not dare to be careless about the proper etiquette. In addition to the gifts for Mr. Xunmei, he also brought some local specialties.
To be precise, it is a unique specialty product made in Jiangshan, and something that the group from Zhushe had been longing for for a long time.
When Fu Wen arrived at the bamboo hut, he almost didn't recognize it.
The bamboo hut was still the same bamboo hut, but several more bamboo huts had appeared behind it, of different sizes and shapes, all kinds of strange and wonderful.
Even more shocking was a group of boys of all ages wearing only a single layer of clothing, practicing boxing and stance training in the cold wind.
Jiang Shan rubbed his eyes. Yes, who else could that little guy, steaming hot, sweating profusely, and rolling around on the ground yelling, be it but Sanlang?
He threw a few punches, then rolled on the ground with a howl, swept his leg forward, and kicked the bamboo stake in front of him again with a howl.
The youngest one, Xiao Qi, had a face as red as a tomato. He was struggling with the bamboo stake in front of him, kicking and hitting it while making high-pitched humming and hawing noises. Smoke was rising from his head.
The bigger tiger went straight into a stalemate with An Er. An Er stood there with his hands behind his back, not moving, but dodging and weaving with his upper body to avoid the tiger's attacks. The tiger was exhausted, but couldn't even touch a corner of An Er's clothes.
"Not fast enough, go back and continue driving piles!" An Er said coldly, raising his knee and gently pushing it forward.
Tiger flew out and landed next to Sanlang.
Sanlang hurriedly helped Huzi up, whispered a few words to him, and the two of them resumed driving the piles.
Jiang Shan gasped, took a few steps back, and beckoned Fu Wen aside for questioning.
"This is Young Master An, am I right?"
Fu Wen glanced at Jiang Shan and nodded silently.
Jiang Shan stood with his hands on his hips, looking up at the sky. After a long while, he asked with a complicated expression, "What is his background and identity?"
Before Fu Wen could speak, she waved her hand and said, "Forget it, I didn't expect him to help me manage the shop anyway. Let's leave it at that and let him play with the children!"
Play……!
Fu Wen's expression was extremely complicated. The Fu family had spent so much effort training their secret guards, and now they were playing with a bunch of children. If the old patriarch found out...
Fu Wen shivered.
"Ya! Ya ya! Xianxian! Sheep! Ya ya!" Jiang Huai's shout shattered the tranquility of the bamboo hut. He excitedly kicked and struggled in Xi'er's arms, desperately trying to get down.
Saburo and the others turned around when they heard the sound, and instantly erupted in excitement.
"Sister, Huai'er, you're here!" Sanlang ran over, his head steaming, and took Jiang Huai from Xi'er's hands.
Jiang Huai leaned forward desperately toward the spot where Sanlang was driving the piles, shouting "Ah ah ya ya!"
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