After sitting in the house for a while, a girl who looked like a maid came over to buy peach blossom cakes for her master. The waiter smiled at them apologetically and stood up to greet the customers.
Zhao Luochuan saw that the sun was getting brighter outside. He was afraid that if he left too late, it would be noon and he would be uncomfortable in the sun on the way back, so he did not stay to say goodbye to his second brother.
The waiter saw them off to the door. Before leaving, he remembered the shopkeeper's instructions and said to Yang Donghu, "The shopkeeper said that it's hot now and the guests like to eat something cold. Peach Blossom Cake is not easy to match. He wants you to think of other snacks. Feel free to make them and sell them. The shopkeeper will buy them."
Yang Donghu nodded in agreement, silently thinking of new ideas in his mind.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. They were so focused on their own conversation that they didn't notice that the maid slowed down her pace after walking out the door and quietly pricked up her ears.
While no one was paying attention, he followed Yang Donghu and his group after they left the restaurant.
Who would have thought that after just hiding in the house for a while, when I came out, the sun was scorching overhead, shining brightly on the road surface, and my clothes were sticking to my body with sweat after just a few steps.
The shops along the road were either cloth shops or pharmacies. The only one that was attractive was Fuxianglou. There were many kinds of cakes and fruits inside, but the scorching sun made people lose their appetite when they thought of the greasy sweets.
Yang Donghu covered his forehead with his hands, his whole little face was wilted by the sun, looking so pitiful.
Zhao Luochuan looked at them with pity, parked the cart in the shade at the entrance of Fuxianglou, and invited a few people into the store.
Fuxianglou sells cold starters every summer. Although they are called starters, they are actually just mung bean water or pickled plum water mixed with cold water.
You can drink mung bean soup at home during the day, but its value more than doubles when it arrives at the store. Ordinary people are reluctant to spend the money and always think about holding back, as it will be the same if they just drink cold water when they get home.
Unless there are greedy children who see the bright red color of the pickled plum juice and pester to buy it, otherwise the business will be really bleak.
The mother bought it for the first time and thought it was a way to get rid of the child, but she never thought that just one time would make the child remember the sour and sweet taste, and the child would only make a fuss even more the next time he saw it.
I don't know when the breeze that was there in the morning stopped. It was so dry and hot now that I didn't feel any better even after walking into the store.
The shop owner was lying drowsily on a chair. The people who came in blocked her light and shadow. She just lazily raised her eyelids, not even making the move to stand up. She pointed to the left and said, "Where are the cold drinks? Take whatever you want. The prices are fixed and there's no bargaining. Just put the money on the table."
Cool mung bean and brine plum water were neatly placed in bamboo tubes on a small table on the other side. Zhao Luochuan turned his head and asked, "Donghu, which one do you want to drink?"
Mung bean water without sugar is a bit bland, and adding only sugar makes it seem thin. It is nowhere near as refreshing and sweet as pickled plum water.
The prices next to the table were clearly written: mung bean water was five cents, and pickled plum water was ten cents.
Yang Donghu felt a little pain in his heart. It was good that he had money in his hands, but every penny was hard-earned. The bamboo tube was so tiny and the water inside would be gone after just a few sips, but he still wanted ten pennies. What was the difference between this and robbery?
Zhao Luochuan could see the confusion on his face, so he took the initiative to take two tubes of pickled plum water to Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu, while he and Zhao Fangyu took two tubes of mung bean water.
"Let's just drink this once. It's so hot out, it's good to drink something to cool down. On the way back, we're taking the main road. There are fields on both sides, no room for trees, and some of it is exposed to the sun. If we don't drink it now and get sunburned, it will cost us more money than drinking this."
Yang Donghu thought about it carefully and no longer felt bad about the money. However, the profit of this thing was so huge, so he might as well try to get some other things to sell.
The water in the bamboo tube doesn't look like much, and it's actually not much to drink. Two or three sips from the tube can still help dissipate some heat, but it's not satisfying.
Zhao Luochuan and Zhao Fangyu were used to the hardships of being hunters and were not greedy for food and drink. Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu looked at each other and could see from each other's eyes that they were still not satisfied.
However, the price was really not cheap, and the two of them were just thinking about it and didn't really want to buy two more tubes.
The little maid who was eavesdropping at the door had already left quietly before the few people came out. She walked through the winding alleys and knocked on a vermilion door.
The girl who opened the door said anxiously, "Xingyue, you're finally back. What took you so long? The guy in the room is having a tantrum. Be careful when you go in later."
The maid named Xingyue, holding a basket, curled her lips when she heard this: "Who are you trying to show off to? Doesn't she know how hot it is outside? If you have the ability, go buy it yourself. Why are you always bullying us?"
Then she remembered something and seemed to gain some confidence: "It's really unlucky to meet such a person."
"Stop talking! It will be terrible if she hears you! Let's go in now! She's going to go crazy again."
There was no respect in the conversation between the two girls, but they didn't dare to raise their voices so that the people in the room could hear them. They were just talking for the sake of satisfying their desire.
Xingyue took out a small plate of snacks and held it carefully in her hands. Just as she reached the door to the inner room, she heard a loud banging on the table. She put away the defiant look on her face, half-bent over as she entered, and respectfully called out, "Miss Haruyuki."
"Oh, you still remember to come back. I thought you were dead somewhere. What's wrong? Did you go out with some weird guy and come back so late?"
Xingyue lowered her head and said she didn't dare, then she put the snacks on the table and stood aside in silence.
Yang Chunxue was furious and threw the comb she was playing with at Xingyue: "I'm asking you a question, are you dead?"
Xingyue was accidentally hit on the forehead, and the pain forced tears to flow. She retorted: "I didn't."
"How dare you say that? I think you really want to go to a brothel, don't you? Bitch!"
There is no girl who is not afraid when she hears about brothel, and Xingyue is no exception. After Li Shangcai assigned them to serve Wang Dujuan, he seemed to have forgotten about these people. Even Liuyue, who did something wrong two days ago and was really sent to a brothel, Li Shangcai did not seek justice for her when he found out, and even said that a maid was not worth his attention.
So even though Xingyue cursed him behind his back, he was just a paper tiger. Now he was still trying hard to hold back his tears and make Yang Chunxue happy.
"I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore."
Yang Chunxue's pinching was ruthless. Within two days, a black and purple mark would appear after just one pinch. Xingyue dodged while shouting, "I just ran into someone, Yang Donghu. I saw him coming out of the restaurant that sells peach blossom cakes. Since you've been mentioning him to me, I wanted to find out more about him for you. That's why I wasted some time."
This was indeed effective for Yang Chunxue. She stopped and asked sharply, "Yang Donghu? What was he doing in the restaurant?"
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