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"Isn't that Liu Qingxi, that shameless girl, selling mooncakes? Listening to the Fifth Family now, she seems quite proud of herself."
Wang was rolling her eyes continuously. Since she couldn't find Liu Qingzhi and didn't get any silver, what if she sold mooncakes herself?
Determined, Wang tidied her hair, cleared her throat, smoothed her clothes, and walked into the shop with her head held high.
What greeted her was a variety of pastries, with the most eye-catching being the exquisite boxes displayed on the counter. Some were adorned with elegant designs of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, while others featured luxurious peonies or cute little figures.
"Boss, I heard your mooncakes are delicious. How much do they sell for?" Wang said as she slapped the table, trying to show off her boldness.
However, Boss Lin, who was sharp-eyed and perceptive, could see through Wang's appearance. Even though her fabric was decent, the style was outdated.
Looking at her face, it was rough; her teeth were yellowed; her eyelids drooped; and her hands were spotted with blemishes. The dirt under her nails indicated that she was just a farmer's wife trying to pretend to be a wealthy lady.
Not wanting to be rude, Boss Lin replied, "Madam, I'm really sorry. Our mooncakes are sold out today. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow?"
"What? Sold out? How is that possible? I just saw someone carrying some out!"
Boss Lin smiled and shook his head. "Madam, I assure you I'm not lying. Those two maids formed two lines earlier; it just happened to be their turn today. We really have none left."
He would have liked to have more available but unfortunately, Ten Li Pu could only produce so many at a time—barely enough to satisfy demand.
However, he understood the principle of scarcity; if there were enough to buy freely, it wouldn't be this popular.
Wang thought to herself that it didn't matter whether they had any left or not since she didn't plan on buying anyway. What was important was to ask about the price. Yes, knowing the price would help her make plans.
She couldn't help but feel pleased with her cleverness: "So how much do your mooncakes sell for? What's the price for one?"
"Madam, our mooncakes are divided into three grades: Three Hundred Wen per box for the first grade, Two Hundred Wen per box for the second grade, and Eighty Wen per box for the third grade."
"Whew," Wang gasped as she took a sharp breath, noticing the size of the box. There were only four mooncakes in a box, and it cost so much.
She spat out angrily; if she sold all of these herself, how much silver would that be?
"Boss, do you make your mooncakes yourselves? Did someone from Ten Li Pu sell them to you?"
Involving privacy, Boss Lin immediately put on a cold face: "Madam, if you're going to buy, please come early tomorrow. If not, don't go around asking questions."
Is it easy for him to do business? After finding such a good method, he couldn't let it be ruined like this. Wang seemed to have ulterior motives; he feared she might be sent by a rival to gather information. Boss Lin wished he could kick her out immediately.
His good upbringing made him suppress his anger as much as possible: "Please come again, Madam!"
At this moment, Wang was already certain that the mooncakes made by Liu Qingxi were all sold here at Three Hundred Wen per box. That was quite a price.
Why should all the money go to that despicable girl Liu Qingxi?
Wang snorted coldly and swayed her hips as she walked out, determined to get a piece of the pie.
Hmph, when the time comes, her mooncakes would taste better than Liu Qingxi's and sell for an even higher price.
Women like Wang are blindly arrogant and fail to see reality. The most important reason is her unfulfilled desire for Liu Laosan, which led her to vent all her resentment and anger onto Liu Qingxi.
If she were to give up, it would feel like losing the motivation to live. As for her true concern for her own children, how much was there really?
For Liu Qingzhi, she was merely a tool for making money. Once there were no benefits, she would be discarded without a second thought.
Liu Qingzhi was nothing more than a money-making machine spoiled by the Wang family. Ever since she was married to Wandehai, the benefits the Wang family received far outweighed what they had given.
After leaving the bakery, Wang hurried straight to Ten Li Pu, completely forgetting about Liu Qingzhi. She didn't even consider why she hadn't seen her daughter; perhaps something had happened.
It would have been fine to go home directly, but Wang was clever enough to know that Liu Qingxi's mooncakes were selling well, indicating something unusual. So, she took the road through the village, deliberately choosing less populated areas.
Now, Liu Qingxi's courtyard was no longer on the outskirts of Ten Li Pu; it was flanked by the homes of Liu Laosi and Liu Laowu.
Upon seeing the impressive courtyard built by the Fourth and Fifth Branches of the Liu family, Wang felt a surge of anger. Why were they living so well after being driven out? They must have made a fortune alongside Liu Qingxi.
Those heartless families had good ways to make money but didn’t bother to share them with her sister-in-law.
Wang was filled with jealousy; she had never liked the Fourth House and Fifth Branches, and now her disdain only grew.
But that wasn't the main point; the key was to figure out how they made money from mooncakes.
Arriving at Liu Qingxi's door, she stealthily slipped inside, blending in with the dozen busy women.
Everyone was in a flurry, too preoccupied to notice her presence. For over a minute, no one realized Wang was there.
Wang positioned herself in a spot that was hard to notice yet allowed her to see everyone's movements clearly.
She observed how they mixed the filling, shaped the mooncakes, and baked them. Wang watched intently and concluded, "It's not that difficult; it's just like making buns, but you use molds to make the mooncakes look nicer."
Gurgling sounds escaped as she mumbled to herself, her stomach never ceasing its complaints. From morning until now, she had been searching for Liu Qingzhi, probing the Bakery, and secretly learning skills. With all the walking back and forth, it was no wonder she felt so hungry.
Swallowing hard, the aroma wafted through the air—how delicious!
At that moment, a box of mooncakes was freshly baked and carefully brought out by Zhao, who wore cotton gloves to avoid burns.
Wang rushed forward in a flash, quick as lightning, and snatched one: "Ah, it's burning me!"
The sudden scream startled Zhao. Just moments ago, she had been puzzled by the quick hand movement; now, turning around, she saw that sharp-tongued Sister-in-law had taken a piece of mooncake. She was flipping it between her hands, unable to let go, devouring it without regard for her image, as if she had never eaten anything in her life.
But that wasn't the main issue; the real problem was that it wasn't hers—it belonged to Liu Qingxi. Although Liu Qingxi had entrusted her with full responsibility, Zhao still felt like she was just helping out.
"Big Sister-in-law, how can you do this? You just come up and eat!" After all that work, she hadn't even dared to take a piece for herself, yet Wang immediately chose the most exquisite one.
"What are you shouting about? I'm your Sister-in-law; what's wrong with eating a mooncake? Why are you so angry?"
Wang rolled her eyes, speaking as if it were a crime not to let her eat.
Zhao, who was already quiet and reserved, found herself at a loss for words in response to Wang's confrontation.
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