The staff in this shop are all shrewd and clever.
Seeing her quirky and clever appearance, Jiang Bai was too lazy to waste words with her. He waved his hand to let her do her work, and then led Jiang Cheng and Tian Rou to the accounting room.
The accountant had just finished drinking milk tea and came back to do the accounting, but upon seeing this situation, he went out again.
—I made money today; I can drink milk tea without doing any work.
They usually bring their own cups and drink one or two cups. Jiang Bai doesn't care. How much silver can they drink if they drink as much as they want?
The reason they're not allowed to drink freely is because they're afraid it will affect their health; drinking too much of this high-sugar stuff isn't good for them.
Jiang Bai gestured for Tian Rou and Jiang Cheng to sit down and asked, "What brings you here?"
Tian Rou said gently, "Sister, Huaiqian is now 100 days old. I was thinking, is there anything we can help with that Jiang Cheng and I can do?"
Jiang Bai looked at Jiang Cheng with a suspicious expression: "Is this also your idea?"
Even if the sky were to fall, nothing would be more terrifying than Jiang Cheng's desire to make money. This guy has been lazy and good-for-nothing for over twenty years. He was previously supported by Wang Xiufen, and now he's supported by Tian Rou. He's a complete waste.
Upon hearing Jiang Bai's question, Jiang Cheng hesitated, looked at Tian Rou, and then nodded.
Jiang Bai said, "We're all family, so I don't trust Jiang Cheng to do the work."
Upon hearing this, Tian Rou's smile did not diminish in the slightest. She said softly, "Sister, I understand. Even if I promised Jiang Cheng that he has changed, you have no obligation to believe me. I am his wife, so naturally I will speak on his side."
"If there's anything I can do, that's fine too."
Jiang Bai pursed his lips and asked, "What about Huaiqian? He's still so young. Can you leave him?"
“Yes, that’s fine,” Tian Rou nodded affirmatively. “Because I didn’t have enough breast milk, I hired a wet nurse a long time ago, and I’ve already taken medication to reduce my milk supply.”
Although Jiang Cheng doesn't take on any responsibility, the man has married into the family, and the woman's family is very supportive, so Tian Rou's life is even more blissful than that of ordinary women.
The child takes her surname. There's no need to rush if there's no milk; just find a wet nurse. If she marries into the Jiang family, would Wang Xiufen agree to her daughter-in-law not breastfeeding?
Jiang Bai could easily imagine how that person could torment Tian Rou.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Bai nodded: "I understand. I'll think about it when I get back."
"Okay." Tian Rou's smile widened, showing Jiang Bai a row of snow-white teeth.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Bai couldn't help but give her a heads-up: "Let me make this clear from the start, there might not be a spot available for me either. If there isn't, don't blame me."
"Of course not." Tian Rou quickly waved her hand.
Having achieved their goal, the couple, each holding a cup of milk tea, walked home hand in hand, sweetly enjoying each other's company.
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Jiang Bai and Zhao Yi were both busy with their own things, and they basically only had time to eat together in the evenings.
Zhao Yi has been drinking less milk tea these days, his mind is gradually clearing up, and he has begun to realize that he has gained weight. In the evening, he specially asked the kitchen to make him some porridge, which was thin and watery, and there was only one bowl.
Seeing how painful it was for him to lose weight, and how he drank porridge like he was taking medicine, Jiang Bai couldn't bear it and said, "So what if you have a little belly? What's there to be afraid of? You're old enough to have one by now."
Although I don't understand, how can the male protagonists in romance novels not be able to maintain an eight-pack? Aren't they supposed to never gain weight?
Upon hearing Jiang Bai's words, Zhao Yi thought of his several pot-bellied subordinates around him and instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He pinched his nose and finished his porridge, losing all worldly desire for the lavish feast on the table.
Zhao Xile glanced at Jiang Bai for a while, then at Zhao Yi, finding their interactions quite amusing. She asked, "Why can't Dad eat Chicken McNuggets?"
This is a new side dish that Jiang Bai recently developed. He's letting Zhao Xile try it out first, and then he'll put it in the milk tea shop as a side dish in a while.
Hearing the question, she said gloatingly, "Xiao Le, your dad has gained weight recently and can't eat with us."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xile turned to Zhao Yi and said, "Dad, you're not fat at all."
As he spoke, he leaned over, took the chicken pieces from the bowl, and stuffed them into Zhao Yi's mouth.
Zhao Yi chewed the food his daughter stuffed into his mouth with a pained expression, savoring this blissful torment. As he chewed, his eyes widened, and he kept glancing at the bowl in Zhao Xile's hand.
Jiang Bai knew from his expression that he thought it was delicious and wanted to eat another piece.
She immediately reminded her daughter, "Xiao Le, one piece is enough for your dad. If he eats any more, he'll become a big fat man. Sit back down and finish your meal quickly."
"Okay." Zhao Xile nodded obediently, took small steps back to her chair, and continued eating.
Zhao Yi kept glancing at Zhao Xile's bowl, swallowed hard, and asked Jiang Bai, "Where did you get this idea from?"
Jiang Bai finally understood: Zhao Yi just liked strong flavors that were high in sugar, oil, and salt, and his self-control was worse than that of a child.
I finally managed to give up milk tea, but now I'm eyeing fried chicken nuggets. If this continues, I'll get high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar sooner or later.
She sighed and tried to distract the man: "Aunt Wang came to see me today."
"Why did she come to see you?" Zhao Yi was indeed drawn in by her words.
"She said Wang Zhongyi's medicinal cuisine restaurant was going out of business and asked if I wanted to take it over; the price was quite reasonable," Jiang Bai replied.
Zhao Yi nodded upon hearing this: "You can take it. Your previous medicinal cuisine restaurant was quite profitable."
Jiang Bai was also a little tempted. It wasn't for making money; she was already quite well-off. However, the milk tea shop couldn't fully unleash the power of the spiritual liquid. She wanted to save more patients through the medicinal cuisine restaurant.
Zhao Yi thought for a moment and said, "If you buy that courtyard, you can connect it with the adjacent property and open a bigger shop if you want to reopen it."
His idea was actually to buy Jiang Bai another shop, but while a medicinal cuisine restaurant has its advantages in a bustling city, a residential area offers a more tranquil atmosphere.
Upon hearing the suggestion of connecting the two houses, Jiang Bai became even more interested.
However, if I take over the medicinal cuisine restaurant, the milk tea shop will be too busy, and I'm afraid I won't be able to manage both.
She asked Zhao Yi with some hesitation, "Do you think it would be appropriate for me to invite Tian Rou to be the manager of the milk tea shop?"
"Tian Rou?" Zhao Yi didn't understand why Jiang Bai suddenly mentioned her.
Jiang Bai recounted the incident of the couple visiting him that afternoon, then hesitated before saying, "My hesitation stems from two things: firstly, she just gave birth, and she'll inevitably be preoccupied with that; I'm worried she won't be able to focus all her energy on the milk tea shop."
"Secondly, I'm afraid Jiang Cheng will get involved; he's a lazy and irresponsible person, incapable of getting anything done."
"Thirdly, I'm afraid that if I get too close to Jiangcheng, my mother will try to curry favor with us again. We finally managed to break off contact with them, and now all our efforts will be in vain."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi smiled and said, "If you have an idea, just do it. Don't be afraid. I'll take care of everything. I'm your support."
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