Some people even said, "I'd rather eat a steamed bun made from two kinds of flour than eat this rubbish!"
Business gradually recovered, and Qiu Liang no longer needed to travel around.
Since I made a cake for Huan Yuanliang's family last time, several other people have come to me for help.
They said they saw a picture of a cake at the Huan family's house and wanted to order one for their child.
Those who could be on good terms with the Huan family were basically people who had business dealings with Huan Yuanliang. These people, who were among the first in the country to become rich, naturally wouldn't think her cakes were expensive.
Xu Ruantang takes on orders every few days, all of which are made in person. She focuses her main energy on these clients.
Three men from the cake shop next door sat at the entrance, their eyes filled with a menacing glint as they looked at the customers.
Qiu Liang was not afraid at all. He guarded the shop, and those few people were somewhat wary of him.
That day, Xu Ruantang went to do a job, and Li Shuhe insisted on going along.
When the two returned, it was already dark, and the bus stopped one stop away from Xifosi Market.
As soon as Xu Ruantang got out of the car, she walked for a while and then felt something was wrong.
She silently tugged at Li Shuhe's sleeve. The two got out of the car into an empty alley. They looked at each other, mustered their strength, and ran.
There was a clanging sound of metal behind them. Just as the two were about to turn the corner, their path was blocked by two masked men.
"Don't move!" one of the men said in a deep voice, his shifty eyes scanning her body. "Give me all the money you have!"
"You, stay!" the man said, pointing at Xu Ruantang.
Then he pointed at Li Shuhe and said, "You, put down the money and get out of here."
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