I was a queen in ancient times, no, a maid!

"Yu'er, do you still remember the patterns I told you about a few days ago? Please make those patterns for me. I have asked the people in the embroidery workshop to make them. They are selling well. I will have someone bring your share to me in a few days."

"Thank you, big girl."

In fact, those fancy ideas were also thought up by Cheng Yu to help the lady.

The eldest girl had said before that she would share some dividends with her.

She thought at the time that maybe the girl just said it casually, and she didn't take it seriously. She didn't expect that the girl really gave it to her.

Since it was given to her, she would not refuse it. She would just use her brain to think of some more ideas next time.

Seeing that Cheng Yu agreed generously, Zhao Rulan felt relieved. She really didn't want to push and pull with Cheng Yu over such a small business. It was pointless.

Making money is all about win-win cooperation.

When she makes money, she lets those who follow her make money together, so that those who follow her will be more loyal to her in the future.

This pastry shop is large, with a dedicated sales counter on the first floor and also display cabinets.

However, unlike modern ones, there are no glass windows. Instead, this pastry shop has a row of display tables with various pastries named and displayed, and some small pieces for tasting.

The servants and maids stood in front of the counter. If customers came to buy something, they could ask the servants and maids to get it for them.

The second floor is the private room for snacks and tea.

There is a minimum consumption for private rooms, which is five taels of silver. If you don't spend five taels of silver, you will not be given a private room.

The purpose is also to filter out those people in the market who want to take advantage.

Of course, there are also lobby tables and chairs on the first floor.

There is no entry requirement for this. As long as you order pastries and eat them in the shop, you will be provided with a free tea. The tea is ordinary, but you don't have to pay for it.

The main purpose is to increase the popularity of the pastry shop.

The private rooms on the second floor are divided into men's and women's rooms, left for men and right for women.

Male guests are served by servants, and female guests are served by maids. This shop is opened by Zhao Rulan, the legitimate daughter of Prince Jing. Zhao Rulan has a brother, Zhao Shiyan, so those troublemakers in Kyoto City don't dare to come to this shop to cause trouble.

However, there were some stupid people who came to make trouble. Cheng Yu didn't need to take any action. Zhao Rulan secretly found someone to beat them up.

After sending Zhao Rulan to the private room on the second floor, Cheng Yu was about to go downstairs when he saw a senior official coming.

Cheng Yu hurriedly said softly, "Sir, please come in."

"Is there a private room on the second floor that you need?"

The man looked at Cheng Yu and said, "It's been a long time since we last met, little maid, you don't remember me."

"you are?"

"Meng family in Jiangbei City."

Cheng Yu suddenly remembered. No wonder he felt familiar with the man when he saw him just now. The Meng family in Jiangbei City was a wealthy businessman. They were the richest people in Jiangbei City and also a well-known businessman in Kyoto City.

The head of the Meng family is not only an excellent businessman, but also has outstanding looks.

Just a little older.

But it's no wonder that she didn't notice it. Meng Yan grew a beard, which made him look more mature and steady.

This is the only word she can use to describe it.

"I have an appointment with the eldest lady of Prince Jing's Mansion. Please take me up there."

Cheng Yu was stunned for a moment. She had never heard the elder girl mention this, but to be on the safe side, it would be better to inform her first.

"Please wait a moment."

Cheng Yu had just gone out and came back. Zhao Rulan was eating snowflake crisps and praising them to the maid beside her.

Cheng Yu came back and said that Meng Yan, the head of the Meng family in Jiangbei City, had come and was looking for her.

Zhao Rulan was surprised and said, "I didn't ask him out."

"He helped me before, and I asked my brother to give him a thank-you gift."

Zhao Shiyan came to express his gratitude.

Because Zhao Rulan was a divorced daughter and had a child, it was inconvenient for her to go to Jiangbei Meng Yan to express her gratitude, so she asked her brother to go there for her.

She had no idea Meng Yan was in Kyoto.

"That lady, I asked her to turn it down."

"No, let him in. Since he is looking for me, he must have something to say."

Cheng Yu hummed.

He went downstairs and invited Meng Yan to the private room on the second floor.

Today Zhao Rulan wore a crimson gown. After her divorce, she looked much better. Her face was rosy, her eyes were bright, and she often had a faint smile on her lips and a gentle expression.

Not at all the haggard look from before.

"I can see that you are doing very well now."

Zhao Rulan looked up and saw a man who was about the same age as her father. She immediately stood up and saluted.

"Greetings, Mr. Meng. I think you can say that I asked you to be here because you have something to tell me. You don't have to come here in person. Leave a message and I will come to thank you in person."

Meng Yan was not polite and sat on the stool.

He looked at Zhao Rulan, "Do you think I came here just to thank you?"

"No."

"Girl, sit down too."

Zhao Rulan sat down, looked at Meng Yan's appearance carefully, and suddenly remembered something.

"I hope the great official can tell me whether the Meng family has ever sent anyone to Prince Jing's mansion?"

She is not stupid.

Before, I heard from the princess consort that she was going to arrange a marriage for her. The proposer was a wealthy businessman from Jiangbei. Then a lady came to the family. She looked quite young and sent her some cakes specially.

Later, during the Chinese New Year, she heard her father talking about marrying her to a wealthy businessman in Jiangbei City.

It just so happens that the person in front of me is the wealthy businessman from Jiangbei City.

"Is there? I don't know. I never interfere in matters of the inner house. However, I do think the girl is very good. I wonder if I have the good fortune to marry her?"

Zhao Rulan was deafened when she heard Meng Yan's words.

The worry that she had just put at ease was now lifted up again.

"You, you are really reckless and presumptuous." Zhao Rulan was so angry that she stood up and scolded in a serious tone, "Do you know my age? How old are you? You still want to marry me? Although I am divorced, I am not a fool, and I am even more crazy about love. You are old enough to be my father, but you actually said shamelessly that you want to marry me. It's too much."

Look at her pretty face, it's red with anger, and her chest is heaving. You can tell that she is very angry.

Meng Yan just frowned.

He said calmly, "Miss, there is no need to be so angry. A gentleman loves a beautiful lady. You want to divorce me, and I am a widower. Why can't I marry you?"

"I can ask for your hand in marriage, and you can say no."

His mood is really stable.

It seemed that Zhao Rulan had lost her composure.

She snorted coldly, "You can, but I won't agree. My father and my brother will definitely not agree. My brother has been to the Meng family in Jiangbei before and praised you, saying that you are a modest gentleman with a brilliant mind. Although you are a businessman, you have a broad mind."

"Now I see, it's nothing special."

Meng Yan listened to her praising him angrily, but he laughed.

"The lady praised me highly. I would like to thank her for her compliment."

"You are so shameless. Dingxiang, show me around."

Dingxiang, who was serving there, came forward immediately.

"Mr. Meng, please..."

Even Cheng Yu was a little worried. She saw that Meng Yan had feelings for the eldest girl. They were not just a little bit, but very heavy and deep.

When the older girl scolded him, there was no displeasure in his eyes, but rather a bit of doting, as if the more noisy she was, the more he liked her.