The maid snorted coldly: "Looking at your short stature and wearing linen, you are just a cake seller at best. What skills can you have?"
"I, a seller of cooking cakes, have no other skills, but I can cure body odor."
This Wu Yuemei was born as a rich lady. After marrying Ximen Qing, she had strong body odor, so the couple has not consummated their marriage until now.
Although she pretends to be like a ripe peach, she is actually still an inexperienced young lady.
The disharmonious life of husband and wife brings sorrow to this beauty.
Hearing what Wu Zhi said, Wu Yuemei stood up quickly and bowed to Wu Zhi: "May I ask, sir, is there really a cure?"
"Of course I do, but I'm just afraid that Mrs. Ximen won't believe me."
"As long as you really have a solution, no matter how much money you spend, I will be willing to pay!"
The corners of Wu Zhi's mouth turned up slightly. When he was a child, he learned martial arts in the Shaolin Temple, and his head was often bruised and bloody during the training. It happened that there was a sweeping monk in a side courtyard of the Shaolin Temple.
This monk knew medical skills, and Wu Zhi had been with him for a long time, and he knew a little bit about it, including ways to cure body odor.
"Of course there are ways, but I just came to Yanggu County. Many guys didn't bring anything with them and need to buy things again. Madam only needs to give me ten taels of silver and I can deliver the items tomorrow."
Wu Yuemei was very eager to get a cure for body odor, so without saying anything, she took out ten taels of silver and handed it to Wu Zhi.
Wu Zhi smiled: "Madam, I will wait at home with peace of mind. I will present you with the good things soon."
Taking ten taels of silver, he turned around and left with Pan Jinlian.
On the way back, Pan Jinlian looked at Wu Zhi with a very strange look.
The way she was hesitant to speak was so cute that Wu Zhi couldn't help but twitch his fingers. Wu Zhi smiled and said to Pan Jinlian: "If you have anything to say, ma'am, just ask."
Pan Jinlian pursed her sexy lips and asked in a low voice: "Guardian, do you really have a way to cure Mrs. Ximen?"
"Madam, just watch from the side. You and I know a lot of things."
Looking at Wu Zhi's confident smile, Pan Jinlian was a little stunned. If she hadn't been with Wu Zhi all the time, she might have thought that the person in front of her was not the cowardly and incompetent Wu Dalang.
Somehow, for a moment, Pan Jinlian suddenly realized that her man was quite good-looking.
"Why are you standing there, madam? Let's go, let's go home."
Wu Zhi took Pan Jinlian's hand and walked back to his house across the street.
Pan Jinlian held a light blue dress in her hands, as if holding a baby, with a faint smile on her lips, and a faint look of happiness in her eyes.
"Sir, I'll go upstairs and put away my clothes. Come down and knead the dough with you."
As soon as she entered the house, Pan Jinlian hurriedly went upstairs. Wu Zhi smiled at her and said, "How can I do such a rough job for you? Leave small things like making money to me."
After saying that, Wu Zhi rolled up his sleeves and started working.
Even in modern times, Wu Zhi is hailed as a business wizard by many entrepreneurs. He has a strong sense of making money. As long as it is an industry in which he invests, he will definitely make a lot of money!
Wu Zhi wants to mass-produce the scallion oil hand pancakes before ordinary people get tired of them, and then invest the money earned in another industry.
In fact, when he saw Ximenqing's wife Wu Yuemei, Wu Zhi already knew what he would rely on to make money next.
No matter what dynasty you are in, women make the best money!
While Wu Zhi was kneading the dough, Pan Jinlian changed into coarse clothes, raised her smooth and white hands, and stood beside Wu Zhi to knead the dough together.
The couple stood side by side. Although they didn't speak, there was always a vague smell of ambiguity in the air.
Pan Jinlian rubbed the corners of her eyes before and would not even squint at Wu Zhi, but now she would glance at Wu Zhi from time to time.
Floating, the two people's hands accidentally touched each other.
How could Wu Zhi, a pervert, let go of such an opportunity? He immediately grabbed Pan Jinlian's tender and soft hand.
Pan Jinlian struggled slightly, but Wu Zhi held on tightly. Her struggle was like a little fish. The more joyful she was, the stronger the feeling she brought to Wu Zhi.
"Madam, your hands are so tender." Wu Zhi said without shame.
Pan Jinlian was embarrassed by Wu Zhi's words. Her delicate and flawless face was as red as an apple in autumn, so delicate and charming.
Pan Jinlian quickly diverted her attention and found that Wu Zhi had prepared a lot of flour. On weekdays, these ingredients might not be sold out in ten days. She couldn't help but ask: "Official, can we sell all these cakes?"
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Just as Wu Zhi was about to speak, a woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Is Jin Lian at home?"
Pan Jinlian quickly said: "The godmother is here!"
I saw Mrs. Wang walking in with a baggage, and when she saw Wu Zhi and Pan Jinlian kneading dough, she looked disdainful: "I'm talking about you, Da Lang, not my godmother. You can just do this kind of rough work yourself, why?"
Can Jinlian follow?"
With that said, Mrs. Wang handed the baggage to Pan Jinlian: "Jinlian, go wash your hands quickly and flick all the dust off your body. If these clothes get dirty, you can't afford it."
The queen mother-in-law made many demands on Pan Jinlian, as if she was holding an imperial edict from the emperor, and almost asked Pan Jinlian to burn incense and bathe.
"Why."
Pan Jinlian turned around obediently and was about to wash her hands when Wu Zhi suddenly grabbed her soft arm.
Wu Zhi looked straight at Wang Po and said, "What's in this package?"
"What else could it be? Of course they are clothes from a wealthy family. They are all made of silk and satin, which you wouldn't even see on ordinary days."
"If that's the case, then take it elsewhere!" Wu Zhi is not tall, but his words are loud and deafening!
In the past, Wu Dalang was a cowardly coward who didn't even dare to speak loudly to others. Wang Po was frightened by Wu Zhi at first, but she quickly came to her senses and scolded Wu Zhi.
"Wuda, don't be ignorant! Do you know how much these clothes are worth?"
Wu Zhi smiled coldly: "I don't know, and I don't want to know! We can make the money ourselves, so I won't bother you!"
"In addition, don't come to my house in the future, and don't use these messy clothes to spoil my wife! From now on, my wife will not make any female celebrities for other people's homes!"
"You, you..." Wang Po was choked by Wu Zhi and was speechless for a moment.
"Okay! After you sell a few broken cakes, your tail will go up to the sky, right? Just wait, I will stop you from selling any of your broken cakes with just one word! Don't kneel in front of the threshold to beg me!
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Wang Po left Wu Zhi's house angrily. As soon as she entered the teahouse, Ximen Qing could not wait to greet her.
"Godmother! How did things go?"
Wang Po snorted coldly and threw the baggage on the table: "Wu Dalang seems to be suspicious, and he will not let Pan Jinlian have contact with others."
Soon, a sinister smile appeared on the wrinkled old face of Mrs. Wang: "He is a stinky cake seller, but he dares to fight with me! I will eat his bitter fruit next!"
