Cheng Qingwen looked at him and curled up his lips. He was indeed afraid of the strong and bullied the weak.
Jinghou showed no mercy at all, but directly had people pull him to the door and slap him.
A large group of people quickly gathered outside the door of the shop. The couple was beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. They covered their faces and fled the place.
Cheng Qingwen looked at their fleeing figures and chuckled.
At this moment, the system's voice sounded: "Congratulations, you completed the mission, earned two thousand points, and unlocked seed ginger and cabbage. You now have a total of 2,211 points."
As Cheng Qinghan walked back to the kitchen, she asked in her mind: "Where's the next task?"
"The next task is, please work hard to run the store and earn five taels of silver per day. Reward points will be 1,000 and unlock seed pumpkins and glutinous rice."
"Net profit?"
"Yes." Xiaoxiao responded, and then said: "Warm reminder, the pastries in your pot are ready."
Cheng Qingwan suddenly came to her senses, took out the cake, and said to Song Qiaoqiao: "Qiaoqiao, give this away."
After saying that, he quickly put the dough into the pastry mold and placed it piece by piece.
By the time Song Qiaoqiao came back, the second pot had already been steamed.
The two of them stood in front of the stove, one kneading the dough and the other putting the dough into the mold.
At noon, the business of the pastry shop was still very good, and everyone was so busy that they had no time to eat.
Cheng Qingwen and Song Qiaoqiao were okay, they could eat a piece of pastry in the kitchen to cushion their stomachs.
It's not so convenient for people outside. It's hard to eat pastries in front of guests.
"Honey boss, your place is still too small. We don't even have room to sit." The customer said, standing in front of the counter.
Cheng Hua'er raised his head and saw that the seats were already full. He smiled and explained, "Oh, I'm so sorry. Business is better today. You have to wait for a while before you can get a seat."
"No, I'll take the pastries back to eat." This guest was just joking and said with a smile.
Cheng Hua'er smiled and responded with a few words before sending the person away, and the guests in the seat started shouting.
"Madam boss, don't you have any tea here? We're here and it's easy to choke on cakes."
Only then did the woman remember that she had not given them water.
She couldn't stop the work she was doing, so she had to call Lian Song, who was acting as waiter at the door.
"Lian Song, go to the kitchen and ask for tea from your sister Huanhan."
"good."
Lian Song agreed, walked into the kitchen quickly, and told Cheng Qinghan about the matter.
Upon hearing this, Song Qiaoqiao filled the teapot with water and said, "Huanhan, Lian Song and I will take it out and be back in a moment."
"Okay." Cheng Qingwen nodded and kept moving his hands.
All day long, the whole shop was crowded with people.
Cheng Qingwen didn't walk out of the kitchen until midnight with the last pot of pastries. As soon as he opened the curtain, he saw many guests still standing in the lobby.
As soon as her pastries came out, everyone immediately smelled the fragrance and ordered a few bags one after another.
Cheng Qinghan stood behind the counter, helping the woman wrap the cakes.
Seeing that there were fewer and fewer, the guests behind asked: "Is that all it is today? Are you not making pastries?"
"No more, grandma, we're closing." Cheng Qinghan glanced at her and said.
"Then when will you open tomorrow?"
"Open the door at midnight."
Grandma nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
It was much faster for two people to wrap the pastries together, and within a short time, all the pastries were sold out.
After the customers paid their bills, they were almost gone.
When Cheng Qingwen saw that everyone was gone, he immediately found a chair and sat down: "Are we not going to have any discounts tomorrow?"
"The day after tomorrow is the three days before the opening you said." Song Qiaoqiao said while making tea.
"There's still one day left."
Cheng Qinghan yawned, holding her head and watching Lian Zhi settle the accounts.
The abacus moved very quickly, and in a short while, today's accounts were settled.
"We earned a total of four, two, and five hundred yuan today."
Cheng Qingwen took a look at the account book and said with a smile: "It's more than yesterday."
Lian Zhi smiled and nodded, and said: "There are so many more people here today than yesterday. I didn't even have time to adjust my abacus."
"Then you have to practice. Your sister Huanhan has been thinking about new pastries in the kitchen this afternoon." Song Qiaoqiao said while taking it from Aunt Liu.
Cheng Qingwen smiled and glanced at her: "We only have eight kinds of pastries. One day the guests will get tired of them."
"So when are you going to make new pastries?"
"I'll think about it again when we stop discounting and there are fewer people. Right now I just want to finish my meal and go to bed."
Cheng Qinghan held the rice bowl, licked it hard, and quickly finished eating and went upstairs.
The rest of the people were also very tired. After eating, they quickly cleaned up and went back to the house to sleep.
In the next few days, even if the price was raised, business was still good as usual.
Cheng Qingwen and Song Qiaoqiao stayed in the kitchen all day. The firewood that was originally piled up a wall was almost exhausted after only seven or eight days.
While it was time to cook dinner, everyone sat at the dining table to discuss.
"Lian Zhi, how much money does it cost to buy firewood?"
Lian Zhi thought for a while and said: "Firewood costs thirty cents per load. We have to buy thirty loads at a time, which is about one tael of silver."
"One tael of silver per day, no matter how much you get in a month, it will be 48 taels in a year." Cheng Qingwen rubbed his temples and said with a headache.
"There is another way, that is, we go to the mountains to chop wood."
"Chopping wood?"
Lian Zhi nodded and said: "We are still villagers in Songjia Village, so there is no problem in collecting firewood in the back mountains."
Cheng Qingwen thought for a while and said, "That's okay. Let's close the store for a day tomorrow and then go to the mountain to collect some firewood."
Cheng Hua'er walked out and heard the voice, and immediately said: "Lian Zhi, Qiao Qiao, and Lian Song are going to collect firewood. Aunt Liu, I, and you will stay in the shop so that both parties can be taken care of."
Cheng Qingwen was the first to disagree. If this was the case, she would really not be able to leave the kitchen tomorrow.
The next day, there were really only three people left in the store.
She fought for a long time last night, but everyone else agreed...
As she expected, she never left the kitchen that day.
In the evening, Song Qiaoqiao and the others also came back with firewood.
Cheng Qingwen walked out of the kitchen and immediately found a chair to sit down and relax for a while.
She supported her head and looked at Jinghou who suddenly appeared at the door and pulled the people around her: "Qiaoqiao, go call Aniang and say that Uncle Jing is here."
Song Qiaoqiao nodded and immediately walked into the yard.
Cheng Qingwen looked at his heavy expression and refused to go inside, so she said doubtfully: "Uncle Jing, come in and sit down. I don't have a dog here yet."
Jinghou looked at her, with unspeakable emotions hidden in his eyes.
"Wanwan, where is your grandma?"
"Qiaoqiao went to call me, please wait here."
Jinghou said no more and kept standing at the door.
Cheng Hua'er came out soon, looked at the person standing at the door and asked doubtfully: "Why doesn't he come in?"
Cheng Qingwen shook his head: "I don't know either."
Jinghou seemed to hear her voice, and immediately turned around and walked over with a quick stride: "I have something to ask you, come with me."
This was the first time Cheng Hua'er saw such a serious expression on his face, and she was stunned for a moment not knowing how to react.
Cheng Qingwan took a look and quickly pulled the woman behind him: "Jinghou, is there anything you can't ask here?"
"Yes, can't you ask here?" Song Qiaoqiao also noticed that his expression was too strange, and she was worried that the woman would be hurt.
Jinghou stared into the eyes of the person in front of him and said word by word: "Do you really want me to ask you questions about Qinghan here?"
When Cheng Hua'er heard this, he immediately came to his senses and said quickly: "Let's talk upstairs."
"Go to my place, someone in the capital wants to see you."
Cheng Hua'er's face turned pale immediately. She pinched the hem of her clothes and nodded: "Okay."
"Auntie, let me go with you."
"No, just wait here for me." Cheng Hua'er said sternly: "Qiaoqiao, Lianzhi, you guys are interested in Wenwen. You are not allowed to go out until I come back."
After saying that, he followed Jinghou and walked out.
Cheng Qinghan looked at the backs of these two people, and for some reason she felt an ominous premonition in her heart.
Jinghou brought people into the house and said softly: "Hua'er, the Cheng family has been rehabilitated. Now you are no longer the daughter of the guilty minister."
"Seriously?" Cheng Hua'er suddenly raised his head and asked with red eyes.
"Yes, I sent people back to the capital a few days ago to inquire about the news and confirm that the emperor has issued a decree exonerating the Cheng family."
"I told you that my father could not have committed treason. He must have been wrongly accused." The woman immediately beamed with tears in her eyes: "This is a good thing. Why do you look so serious?"
"The emperor found out about the people I sent to the capital. He sent people to follow him all the way to Huaxian County and saw you and Huanhan."
Cheng Hua'er's eyes flashed, and she pretended to be calm and said: "So what if I saw it? The Cheng family is not guilty. I am a woman from a good family now. Is it possible that he can still kill me for no reason?"
"That's not what I meant." Jinghou sighed, looked into her eyes, and asked seriously: "Huer, who is Huanhuan's father?"
Cheng Hua'er pinched her sleeves tightly and said, "Her father has been buried long ago."
"Seriously?" Jinghou took her hand and asked again: "Is her father really buried?"
"Why do you ask?"
Jinghou let go of her hand and frowned: "I just want to confirm that Huanhua is not your and the emperor's child."
"Ah?" Cheng Hua'er was surprised when he heard this: "I have a marriage contract with you, how could I have sex with him and have a child?"
"I know you will never do it, but what Eunuch Cao said was too abnormal, so I just had to call her Princess Huanhan." Jinghou suppressed the emotions in his heart and took her hand.
Just as Cheng Huaer was about to explain, the door inside the room opened.
Eunuch Cao, who was wearing regular clothes, came out and saluted the two of them: "Master Jinghou, Miss Cheng."
Jinghou nodded, indicating that he would not be polite.
"Miss Thirteen, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing these days?"
Cheng Hua'er glanced at him indifferently and twitched her lips: "I'll naturally live a good life if I'm far away from the capital and your master."
Eunuch Cao was not upset when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Today, Your Majesty asked me to take you mother and daughter back. Miss Thirteen, please go back and clean up."