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In the evening, the seven paintings were neatly pasted on the wall. They were pasted inside the shop and outside the shop. From a distance, you could tell that this was a dessert shop.

The purple sweet potato, white fungus and lily soup has just the right amount of color, and the lilies in it are painted exactly like fresh flowers; the osmanthus honey dumplings, each as white as jade, are served in a white porcelain bowl with a layer of sparkling honey; eight-treasure porridge... On each painting is neatly written - Xue Qingquan.

In short, these paintings are very attractive on a road full of business and travel. In the evening, there are so many customers that they have to queue up, and some of them are left without food.

It was the busiest time when Li Darong came back. Except for Fubao, they were all too busy to talk.

As soon as he entered the shop, he opened his mouth in surprise: "Is this opened by Yishu? Such a big shop."

When Zhang Ercui heard that he was back, she immediately ran out from the kitchen. Seeing his dazed look, she shouted, "Come back and get back to work! Why are you dazed?"

Li Darong quickly asked Fubao about the price of the sweet soup in the shop and started to calculate the bill. The abacus beads made a loud clacking sound, and with Li Darong's happy mood, Fubao could even hear the rhythm.

Fubao thought: It seems that uncle really likes to settle accounts.

Liu Er's wife had already gotten the hang of Chongming after following him for the whole morning. When she spoke in the shop, she didn't speak in a low voice like she used to at home. She talked and laughed with the customers, and spoke cheerfully, like a different person.

Fubao looked at her with satisfaction. He really had not made a mistake. On weekdays, when the Li family invited them to eat together, she always declined. Even if the food at home was not good, she would not bother them again. She swept the yard very clean every morning. She also watered the flowers and plants.

When she got home in the evening, as soon as she entered the yard, Fubao gave her three taels of silver.

Liu Er's wife was surprised and refused: "I have only worked for one day, how can I accept the money? Besides, it will take me a long time to pay back three taels."

Fu Bao took her hand, stuffed the silver into her hand and said, "This is your half-month salary. I'll give it to you first. You'll have some extra money to buy things for your family."

Liu Er's wife burst into tears on the spot: "We still owe you five taels and rent, and you give me this again, I...I can't accept it."

Fubao hurriedly handed her a handkerchief and said, "Auntie! Don't cry. This is what you earned from working. I didn't give it to you for nothing. Keep it. When you earn more in two years, you can pay it back."

Then, Fubao said, "Hurry up and wipe your tears. Rong'er will be out soon. Don't let her see you."

Liu Er's wife quickly wiped away her tears and choked up, "Thank you, Yishu, thank you."

Fubao waved his hand and strode into the main room: "Grandpa! Grandma! I'm back!"

Li Huaiqing came out holding a basket: "You're back! Are you tired? Have a drink of water."

Fubao: "I'm not tired. I drank a lot of water in the shop. I don't want to drink anymore. Grandpa, what are you holding?"

Li Huaiqing held up the basket in his hand and said, "I have nothing to do, so I made a few baskets and sold them on the street. Although I can't make much money, it makes me feel uncomfortable to be idle like this."

Fubao took the basket. It was unexpectedly light, with fine and dense weaving, very sturdy and beautiful.

Fubao sincerely exclaimed: "Grandpa, how come you know everything! You are amazing."

Li Huaiqing: "Oh, everyone in the village knows how to do it. Come back and have dinner."

Zhou Qiaoping had prepared a bowl of mung bean soup early in the morning, and she drank it as soon as she entered the door.

Fubao burped: "So full."

Zhou Qiaoping smiled and said, "It's starting to get hot these past two days. Drink more to cool down."

Fubao couldn't resist and drank a few more sips.

The next morning, as soon as they arrived at the shop, Hua Shan came to visit them with gifts.

Fu Bao: "Manager Hua, please come in."

Hua Shan put a few boxes of snacks and the new face cream on the second floor with Fu Bao: "I saw this painting last night, and only after asking others did I know that it was you who opened it. So, I hurried to come and congratulate you."

Fu Bao: "It's just a small business, and I don't know how successful it will be. Take a look at what you want to drink, and I'll have someone bring it up." He then picked up a piece of rice paper from the table. Each dessert had a corresponding painting, which looked fresh and beautiful.

Hua Shan raised her eyebrows: "You have a really clever idea. Let's use... this one." She said, pointing at the purple sweet potato, white fungus and lily soup.

Fu Bao immediately asked someone to serve her a bowl: "Try it and see if you can give me some advice."

Hua Shan took a few sips and praised, "Thank goodness we are a rouge shop, otherwise we would have no business."

Fubao smiled, and Huashan said, "I came here today because I have something else to ask you."

Fubao: “You say.”

Hua Shan: "Yuzhou doesn't produce oranges, and they're not in season, so the price is very high. The remaining oranges go bad very quickly. I want to ask if there's anything else that can be used as a substitute?"

Fu Bao pondered and said, "Then I will give you a recipe for a new product today."

Hua Shan: "Thank you very much. There are still a lot of peeled oranges left in the workshop. We can't eat them all, so I brought you three baskets. Remember to eat them early, as they are not easy to preserve."

Fu Bao's eyes lit up slightly. After Hua Shan left, he went to the kitchen and looked at the three baskets of oranges and said, "Mother, aunt, let's boil the oranges. Let's make today's special sweet soup."

Although they didn't know what she was talking about, they worked together to make a little more sweet soup. They put seasonal fruits and a few orange slices in it, and the slightly sweet soup was the favorite of the children.

As soon as the business opened, customers were attracted by their paintings, and when they found that a bowl of sweet soup only cost thirty cents, they could stay here for a long time, which made it even more worthwhile.

The weather has been getting hotter recently, so Fubao asked his father to buy several large blocks of ice from the ice shop and put them in the store. As soon as you come in, you can feel the coolness and calm the heat in your heart.

Li Darong hesitated for several times and said to Fubao, "This counter is so big, I can only use one-third of it, otherwise I can just tear it down and put two more tables."

Fubao: "It doesn't look good this way. When there are no seats for guests, you can move some high chairs over to sit on."

Li Darong also thought it made sense, so he didn't say anything more.

Liu Er's wife has also memorized the name of the sweet soup, so illiterate guests can just point to it, which makes things much more convenient.

At the end of the day, he actually earned twelve taels of silver.

Zhang Ercui was counting the silver and laughing from ear to ear: "Oh my! So much silver, all earned by ourselves. If it were me, we should have left earlier. It would be impossible to earn so much in a lifetime in that shabby place of Qili Village."

Li Darong didn't say anything, he was just surprised.

Having earned so much money, Zhang Ercui didn't want to go back. She kept a close eye on the shop every day, fearing that something might go wrong and she would lose money.

Fubao didn't try to persuade her and simply separated two rooms for her, and the eldest wife and her family lived in the store.

It was originally just for their convenience, but unexpectedly, something really happened.