If Zhao Chuchu were here and heard this description, she would definitely say that this so-called mental illness is depression, and since the patient would commit self-harm, it is probably severe depression.
Qin Qin listened with half-closed eyes, reached back and gently pinched the servant's soft and boneless hand.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open and her gaze fell directly on Qin Chun: "Why is the income less this month?"
Even though Qin Chun was mentally prepared, she was still unsure when faced with Qin Qin's cold, penetrating gaze. She hesitated for a while before saying, "This month, a few more gentlemen said they didn't want to order cakes from Baiweizhai."
As Qin Chun finished speaking, the servant suddenly cried out in pain.
Qin Qin pinched his tender little white hand hard, and red marks immediately appeared on it, accompanied by a little blood.
The boy had delicate skin and tender flesh, and had been carefully cared for. Now he was in great pain.
Qin Qin pulled the servant into her arms, as if no one was around. She hugged the handsome servant into her arms, lifted his injured hand, blew gently on the back of his hand, and soothed him: "Does it hurt a lot? I'll blow on it and it will stop hurting."
Her tone was extremely gentle when she spoke, and her movements were careful and gentle, but if you looked closely, you couldn't detect any tenderness in her eyes.
Qin Qin played the flute and said slowly, "That's what they said."
Qin Chun said stubbornly: "I didn't say much, I just said I didn't need it anymore."
Qin Qin sneered coldly, then raised her eyes and looked at Qin Chun: "Chun Jie'er, although you are adopted, you call me mother, which means you are my real daughter. You are my only daughter. From now on, Baiweizhai will be handed over to you. That's why I let you become the shopkeeper at such a young age.
You have to know how much pressure your mother has endured to push you up here. You must not disappoint her high hopes for you. Next month, no matter what means you use, you must bring those officials back, Chunjie, do you understand?"
Qin Chun didn't dare to refute and could only respond "yes" secretly.
But she was really unsure.
Baiweizhai’s pastries are not only sold to ordinary people, but also because of its reputation, many wealthy families place regular orders every month and use them as gifts.
Pastries used as gifts are of the best quality in terms of both raw materials and packaging, so their prices are naturally the highest.
Relying on the regular orders from these wealthy families, a considerable amount of money comes in every month.
But starting from the second half of last year, people began to cancel their orders one after another.
When asked the reason, they all hesitated and couldn't give a clear explanation, but Qin Chun found out the reason after just a little inquiry.
Because Baiweizhai’s pastries are getting less and less delicious.
The meaning is so straightforward.
Since Qin Qin took over Baiweizhai, she no longer makes pastries.
The cakes sold to ordinary people were made by Qin Qin's apprentice, while the cakes for wealthy families were made by Qin Chun.
As one of the inheritors of Baiweizhai, Qin Chun's pastries were disliked.
But she has tried her best.
"By the way, how is Qin Shu doing?" Qin Qin asked again, interrupting Qin Chun's thoughts.
When Qin Shu was mentioned, a hint of unwillingness and ruthlessness flashed across Qin Chun's eyes.
"Xiao Shu still disagrees."
Qin Qin said "Oh" with a calm expression, but the coldness in her eyes deepened.
"If she doesn't agree, then don't agree. Then just drag it out. I want to see how long she can drag it out."
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