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The Yang Family was shrouded in gloom, especially with the increasing number of customers at Wanjia Restaurant, which made Yang Bingshan feel even more frustrated.
There’s a feeling when you make bold claims, determined to crush your opponent, only to realize you don’t even know who your real rival is. This sensation of hitting a punch into cotton leaves one feeling utterly powerless.
Meanwhile, the mastermind behind this situation was secretly watching the chaos unfold at the Yang Residence. Although it wasn’t as satisfying as imagined revenge, there was a sense of relief from shedding burdens accumulated over the years.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, during which Warm Winter Hot Pot Restaurant became increasingly popular.
This also brought a slight revival to the lifeless Wanjia Restaurant.
As for Yang Bingshan? He stubbornly refused to steal ideas from others until he finally couldn’t hold back. He invested significant manpower and resources to imitate Warm Winter by making a series of renovations, yet the desolate situation remained unchanged.
Returning home, he found no one to share his troubles with. Several women buzzed around him, arguing incessantly and giving him a headache.
“Shut up and go back to your own courtyard!” He had no interest in listening to the women in the back arguing over trivial matters.
Only one woman lingered behind, dressed in a bright red and light pink embroidered shawl with a blue long skirt and lotus-embroidered shoes. Her hair was styled high, with two long strands framing her face. Although she looked youthful, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes revealed her true age.
This woman was none other than Liang Mei'er, who had been favored and whose influence had been steadily growing.
In Yang Bingshan’s eyes, this woman who had accompanied him since his youth seemed somewhat different now. He sighed and waved his hand, “Liang Mei'er, you should go back too!”
“My lord, I know you’re troubled. Let me stay; at least I can be someone you confide in and maybe help you think of solutions,” her gentle voice came softly.
Yang Bingshan’s furrowed brows gradually relaxed. “You really are understanding!”
Holding this woman close, his thoughts were on another.
When the Wen Family was around, he found her constant illness bothersome and felt annoyed just seeing her.
But after such a long time without her presence in the house, he inexplicably began to miss her. Yang Bingshan couldn’t understand what he was thinking.
A man like him was foolish; the more seriously you took him, the more he would push his luck. If you ignored him for even a moment, he would turn around and seek forgiveness.
Liang Mei'er gently leaned against Yang Bingshan's chest. "You shameless little wretch, did you see that? His heart is still with me!"
The victorious posture declared her sovereignty, but her most formidable and hated rival was not present.
If Liang Mei'er knew what the man was thinking, she probably wouldn't be smiling like that.
At this moment, in the Yang Family Courtyard.
"Qingxi, you finally came! You don't know the great news yet, do you?"
"Aunt, what good news?" It was freezing cold, and she hardly ever went out; how could there be any good news?
The girl had changed into a new outfit, a light blue top paired with black pants, a rather ordinary farmer girl’s attire.
To be honest, when she bought these two outfits, it pained her greatly; cotton was truly expensive!
However, the news that followed would make her forget that pain.
The Wen Family waved their hands, and a maid approached with a dark red wooden tray, placing it on the table with a dull thud.
"Hurry up and open it!" the Wen Family urged with smiles. "Qingxi, you're going to be a young lady now; you should take good care of yourself. Don't be stingy; otherwise, when you reach my age, you'll regret it."
But she wasn't someone who was oblivious to the hardships of life and could understand the difficulties of a young lady raising a child.
So as soon as the silver from under the tray was brought back, she couldn't wait any longer.
With a red cloth edged in yellow tassels, she covered the tray tightly.
Liu Qingxi gently lifted it, wondering what could possibly be inside!
But then—
There were shiny silver ingots, round and adorable, gleaming brightly and standing in neat rows like valiant soldiers looking ahead with smiles.
A complete set of ten silver ingots, each weighing one tael, arranged in six rows!
That means there are a total of six hundred taels of silver in front of her—six hundred taels! It's an unimaginable amount that would definitely intimidate anyone outside.
“Aunt, how can you give me so much silver? I can't accept this!”
The girl shook her head vigorously, her movements resembling a rattle drum.
Behind her, a clear and warm voice with a magnetic tone came from the gentleman: “Qingxi, this is your rightful share. The net profit from the hot pot restaurant for a month is all yours!”
When these funds were given to Liu Qingxi, his eyes didn’t blink, as if this was merely a trivial sum mentioned in passing.
“Isn't this a bit too much?” The girl grimaced, reluctant to let go of the things in her arms, unable to suppress her astonishment.
“Congratulations, congratulations! Qingxi will be a wealthy woman from now on!” The Wen Family member gently held her hand and stroked it; in the cold winter months, the girl's skin had become increasingly smooth and radiant.
It truly felt like a pie falling from the sky right onto her head.
“Just accept it; this is what you deserve!”
Alright, it was indeed a numerical figure. Liu Qingxi felt uneasy about such an easy gain.
However, for Yang Yichen, it was just a perfectly normal number. Although he was not favored as the young master of a wealthy family, he lacked nothing in terms of finances.
Moreover, the wealth he had earned himself was already beyond what Yang Bingshan's estate could compare to.
In any case, these inexplicable thoughts were common for him; every time he felt that a feasible idea could yield considerable returns.
“Qingxi, mainly it's because your recipe is excellent. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to create such delicious food. Now the business at the restaurant is booming; every team is lined up in long queues!”
From Yang Yichen's description, Liu Qingxi could imagine the bustling scene.
Once, I went out with my classmates to eat at a favorite hot pot restaurant. We waited for quite a while at the elevator, and after finally squeezing onto it, we still had to wait once we reached the hot pot place!
The meal took up the entire afternoon, and I guessed that the business in the restaurant now was not much different from what it used to be.
However, it felt a bit awkward to just collect money without putting in any effort. Liu Qingxi thought for a moment and said, "Aunt, Brother Yang, I won't decline. I'll think of other ways when I get home to see if I can come up with different dishes!"
There are only so many people in town; no matter how delicious something is, people will eventually get tired of it.
It's not like we're near the docks or a transportation hub where foot traffic is high and there's no need to worry about customers.
Therefore, to attract customers long-term, continuous innovation is essential; constant innovation is invaluable.
"Look at you, child, you're really being too polite!"
"It’s okay if you can’t think of anything right now. I've already invited the best chef in town to take charge. Once the hot pot cools down, I'll leave the rest of the main dishes to him."
However, there won't be any changes with the hot pot anytime soon.
Rushed by Anan to come over and then sent back home, Liu Qingxi was completely puzzled.
The only thing that confirmed she had indeed gone out was the package stuffed into her arms!
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