“Wang Qing.” Wang Qing, who was packing up his books, paused, a helpless expression appearing on his face. A little fatty surnamed Zou Wenzhe stood cheekily beside Wang Qing and said, “Lets eat!”… Holding his own lunch box in his chubby hands.

Guo Yu, who was behind Wang Qing, couldn’t help but say again, “Zou Wenzhe, don’t always think about Wang Qing’s lunch, um, bento.” Zou Wenzhe immediately shot back, “I don’t. I just want to be with Wang Qing… Let’s eat!”

Wang Qing said again, “I don’t want to eat your bento, your bento is not delicious.” Zou Wenzhe immediately made a bitter expression. “Wang Qing… I brought a big chicken leg today, which is very delicious. A big chicken leg!” Then he begged, “You just take your lunch, um, bento, and share it with me.”

The children in the whole classroom stared at Wang Qing, making Wang Qing’s scalp feel numb immediately. He shook his head repeatedly, “No, no, no. No matter how delicious your chicken legs are, they are not as good as those made by my Little Father. I can share my snacks with you, but not my bento.”

“Wang Qing, I also want to eat a piece of your snacks.” Immediately, some students came over.

“Wang Qing, when will your little uncle’s snack shop open?”

“Wang Qing, when will your village’s grandma Zhou make my school bag?”

Wang Qing was instantly surrounded by his classmates once again. Guo Yu once again helped Wang Qing. “Don’t keep asking him. Wang Qing will definitely tell everyone when the snack shop opens. Wang Qing also said that it would take several days to make a school bag. Let’s go eat. If we are too late, the water will become cold.”

Wang Qing glanced at Guo Yu gratefully and left the classroom successfully under Guo Yu’s escort. Zou Xiaofang followed along, still pleading, unable to completely resist Wang Qing’s food.

When they came to the kitchen, Wang Yan and Zhao Congbo were already there, waving to Wang Qing, surrounded by two fellow students from the same classroom. When Wang Qing ran to them, Zhao Congbo reached out and took the bento from Wang Qing’s hand and put it into a pot. At the same time, Wang Qing conveniently helped put Guo Yu and Zou Wenzhe’s bentos into another pot.

Wang Yan and Zhao Congbo’s classmates, seeing Wang Qing, asked, “Brother Qing, what did your little dad cook for you today?”

Now, all the students of White Moon Academy knew that this classmate from Xiushui Village had a Little Father who cooked very well. The food and snacks he brought with him every day were especially delicious. But the most depressing thing was that he wouldn’t sell them! Even if they wanted to eat it, all they could do was watch. 

Moreover, Dean Kang taught these students who wanted to force them, that unless Wang Qing wanted to do it, others were not allowed to buy it by force. Otherwise, they would be forced to go home and think about what they had done. If their families knew that they were punished by the dean to face the wall and think about their mistakes, wouldn’t they be in trouble? This is why the hungry Zou Xiaofang only dared to beg Wang Qing, unlike the first day, when regardless of Wang Qing’s unwillingness, he bought his school bag and two pieces of snack.

Wang Qing asked for his school bag back for the price of ten pieces of walnut pastry. But he took the initiative to give Guo Yu five of them, because Guo Yu didn’t force him to sell his snacks and also helped him teach Zou Wenzhe, who was a little glutton, a lesson. Shao Yunan drew a simple book of school bags, with a total of ten styles and prices ranging from 3 taels to 20 taels. 

The shortest time to make each school bag was six days and the longest time was half a month. The Butterfly Jewelry Pavilion also closed, because it was also one of Wei Hongwen’s storefront. However, since it was also his private property, Shao Yunan asked Su Ce if Butterfly Jewelry Pavilion wanted to sell school bags. Customers could go there to customize it and Su Ce would arrange it on a first-come, first-served basis.

Zou Wenzhe ordered a 10 taels of silver shoulder bag, while Guo Yu ordered the most expensive 20 taels one. The students in Wang Qing’s classroom each ordered a school bag, ranging from 3 taels to 20 taels. On the first day, 15 bags were ordered making Aunt Zhou smile from ear to ear and worry at the same time, that she wouldn’t be able to deliver it on time. Now she had no time to work for Shao Yunan, as she needed to focus on making school bags. Zheng Weishi, Ding Yeshi, and Ding Jishi were especially grateful to Shao Yunan, their little patriarch, because they could get a share of the profits.

During this period, Madam Cen’s clutch bag was also finished. Its base color was red. Shao Yunan went to the embroidery workshop to buy a good piece of embroidery, with yellow flowers and blue birds, and then sewed it on the surface of the bag. Since there were no zippers in this era, the clasp was a vintage cloth button. There were three layers in the clutch, which were very convenient to put in some women’s belongings, but most importantly, it was very beautiful and fashionable.

Madam Cen didn’t know what fashion was, but she still liked it very much. Although it was bright red and was too gorgeous for her age, it didn’t feel gaudy when she held it, and it made her skin a little paler. Madam Cen liked it so much that she couldn’t bear to use it. But Shao Yunan said that he would make all kinds of bags for her in the future, making Madam Cen 100% satisfied with the son she recognized. 

The next day she accepted an invitation from a noble lady and took her bag with her. The result was predictable. The wives and daughter-in-laws present all asked Madam Cen where she get the bag from, while Madam Cen proudly said that her youngest son made it for her, and took the opportunity to inform everyone that their family was planning to open a bag shop, making the wealthy wives and daughters-in-law in Yongxiu County all eager to see Shao Yunan’s bag store.

At the Wang Residence, Shao Yunan was packing food for Elder Cen. Tomorrow, Elder Cen and Kang Rui would go to the capital. Elder Cen might not return from this trip for a long time, so Madam Cen was also going. Shao Yunan was worried that the two old people would not eat well in the capital (it was absolutely possible), so tried to make as much food as they could take with them. The kimchi and sauce were also ready, so Elder Cen would take it to the capital with him.

There were several big bamboo boxes in the main hall and Shao Yunan was checking them when Uncle Zhou came in. “Yunan, Zhao He is here.” Shao Yunan raised his head and saw Zhao He coming in behind Uncle Zhou, carrying a basket. Shao Yunan greeted him with a smile. “What brings you here?”

Zhao He smiled at him. “When did I become a boss? If you want to be the boss, you should be the boss Shao.” Saying that, he came over and put the basket on the table and said, “I made some cakes and brought them to you. What is this for? What are you selling this time?” He said, as he looked at the luggage on the ground.

Shao Yunan said, “My parents and Senior Brother are going to the capital tomorrow, so I prepared it for them. Uncle Zhou, take some cakes for Tianbao to eat.”

“No need, he’s eaten enough to become fat. You should bring some to Elder Cen, Madam Cen, and Dean Kang.” Uncle Zhou said and left.

Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou’s family were now almost Wang Shijing and Shao Yunan’s family. Uncle Zhou rented out the few acres of his family’s land and devoted himself to working for the Wang residence, while Aunt Zhou had a bag business. With the wages Wang Shijing gave them, the family of three’s lives were now quite easy. It may also be because the food was so good now, but even Zhou Tianbao seemed to have become a little smarter. Aunt Zhou intended to arrange a marriage for Zhou Tianbao. The other party did not need to be rich, as long as they were honest and willing to be good to their son.

Edited by: Jaisland

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