"It's my fault. I've caused trouble for you."
Zhao Chuchu was filled with anger, but before she could say anything, she heard Yuan Ge'er's guilty voice beside her. She felt helpless and distressed. Yuan Ge'er was like that, always blaming herself for all the mistakes.
This is not good.
Zhao Chuchu was so angry that she flicked his forehead with her finger. Yuan Ge'er was caught off guard and covered his forehead with his hands, taking a breath of cold air.
"Does it hurt?" Zhao Chuchu asked.
The boy bit his lip and said nothing, looking a little pitiful, obviously in pain.
"It hurts, that's right. Let's see if you dare to talk nonsense again." Zhao Chuchu pulled his hand over, and her scallion-like fingers kneaded it carefully in her palm. "This is not your fault. It was someone else who got sick first. I only regret that I didn't hit her hard enough. She actually dared to send someone to cause trouble."
A sinister glint flashed across Zhao Chuchu's eyes. She had never been someone to be trifled with, and all her tenderness was given to Yuan Ge'er. The boy was her Achilles' heel, and touching him would mean death.
"Brother Yuan, this is indeed not your fault." Mr. Zhang comforted and agreed with Zhao Chuchu's words.
It is not our fault if others do bad things because we have evil thoughts.
Just like when a person is very outstanding and is envied by others, is it the fault of that outstanding person?
"Excuse me, is this Zhao Chuchu's home?" Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the yard, accompanied by the voice of a middle-aged woman.
The main room fell silent in an instant.
Zhao Chuchu looked at them and said, "You stay here, I'll go take a look."
"Wife, you have to be careful." The voice of the person outside was unfamiliar, obviously not from Zhaojia Village. The sudden appearance of a stranger at this time was very suspicious.
Zhao Chuchu patted the back of Zhang Xiuyuan's hand and walked out.
The wooden door that was kicked down by Lin Dacui and others has been reinstalled by Zhao Chuchu.
Outside the wooden door was a woman in her forties, followed by a servant and a carriage.
"This must be Miss Zhao Chuchu, right? I'm the owner of Fuman Restaurant. Please tell me your surname is Chen." Owner Chen smiled friendly, but he didn't know that when she mentioned the word "Fuman Restaurant", a dark light flashed in Zhao Chuchu's eyes.
Before she even showed up, the people from the Fuman Restaurant came to her door first.
Zhao Chuchu twitched the corners of her mouth and said with a forced smile, "Oh, so you're the owner of the Fuman Restaurant. I wonder what's going on with me?"
Shopkeeper Chen felt that the smile of the woman in front of him was a little strange, but he couldn't explain why for a moment, so he could only tell her the purpose of his visit.
The more Zhao Chuchu listened, the more sarcastic the curve of her lips became.
"...So, we hope the Zhao family can end their cooperation with Huixiang Restaurant and work with us instead. Don't worry, we will never treat you unfairly and will definitely give you a satisfactory price. By the way..."
Shopkeeper Chen gave the servant behind him a look.
The servant understood and took out two boxes from the carriage and opened them.
There were fifty taels of silver in one box, and one ginseng in the other.
"This is a small gift from our host. Please don't despise it, Miss Zhao." Although she said this, there was a defiant look on her face, as if she was giving alms.
Zhao Chuchu glanced at him lightly and turned her gaze back, without a trace of fluctuation in her eyes.
Her red lips parted slightly, and she began to mock mercilessly. "I really don't know where you, Fu Man Restaurant, got the nerve to do this. Just a moment ago, you hired thugs to come to my Zhao family to cause trouble and destroy things, and even wanted to steal my husband, and now you want to cooperate with us. Manager Chen, can you explain to us what you, Fu Man Restaurant, are up to?"
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