I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

Song Wanqing's eyes fell on Xiao Ping'er.

She had wiped the tears from her face and was staring blankly at everything happening before her.

Is this girl a big shot?

Was she saved?

Xiao Ping'er's eyes filled with tears, and she was about to kneel down, "Miss Song, thank you so much, if you hadn't come today, I..."

She kept the rest of the words in her mouth. Sister Zhao's face looked extremely embarrassed.

After Miss Song left, she was bound to be scolded.

Xiao Ping'er lowered her eyes, suppressing her rolling tears and grievances, her shoulders trembling slightly, and I felt pity for her.

Song Wanqing helped her up. She no longer had the majesty she had just had. She now had a smile on her face, her almond-shaped eyes were like stars, and she looked as gentle as a sister next door.

She looked at Xiao Ping'er's face carefully, seeing her red and swollen eyes, and the faint bruises visible under the veil, and a look of heartache flashed across her eyes.

"Xiao Ping'er? How old are you and why did you come to the music hall?"

Xiao Ping'er suddenly asked Ping'er to look up. Her expression changed several times, and finally condensed into a sad state. She whispered: "I am fifteen years old this year. I was originally a daughter of an official in Ling Town, but later... because of the war, my father was killed, my family fell into poverty, my mother was seriously ill, and I had a young brother who needed to be raised. I had no choice but to sell myself to be a musician."

Her voice was suppressed and trembling, and it seemed that she was extremely sad.

"Xiao Ping'er, I see that you are gifted. I just opened a new restaurant recently and I am in need of a top singer. Would you like to come?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ping'er's eyes lit up.

The top singer in the restaurant is the best way out for a music slave!

No need to entertain guests, just sing in the cubicle, you can retain your dignity and earn money at the same time!

What’s more, it was opened by a good person like Madam Song!

She asked in surprise: "Can I...can I go?"

Song Wanqing understood, looked at Sister Zhao who was smiling flatteringly, and said in a cold voice: "Sister Zhao, Xiao Ping'er, are you willing to sell me? If you are willing, you can prepare Xiao Ping'er's indenture, and I will send soldiers here to register and take it away in a few days."

How could Sister Zhao dare to object? She immediately nodded and agreed, "Of course, of course!"

But her heart was bleeding, because she had bought Xiao Ping'er at a huge price, and she had intended to make a fortune with the help of Li Chang, but she had not expected that Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear!

"In consideration of your care and training for Xiao Ping'er these days, how about three hundred taels?"

Sister Zhao, who was originally feeling upset, was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly, fearing that Song Wanqing would regret it.

Xiao Ping'er burst into tears again. Song Wanqing took out her embroidered handkerchief and gently wiped her tears. "From now on, you can change your name to Qing Ping."

"Thank you, Madam Song, for the name!" Xiao Ping'er finally smiled, but then it faded away. She hesitated for a while before she spoke in a low voice: "Then, how much is Madam Song's monthly salary?"

She also has a seriously ill mother and a young brother, and her responsibilities are difficult.

Song Wanqing smiled and said, "Of course I won't treat you unfairly. The monthly salary is ten taels, and if the business is good, there will be extra bonuses."

Ten taels! ?

Sister Zhao and Qingping were both dumbfounded. You know, this monthly salary is already as high as that of an eighth-rank official.

Qing Ping was a little bit unconvinced, but Song Wanqing's affirmative smile gave her no reason to doubt.

Song Wanqing took Qingping directly to the restaurant.

The restaurant is about to open, and there are many things that need to be taken care of.

She must promote it well.

Song Wanqing printed some flyers herself and hired a dozen errand runners to distribute the flyers in the streets.

After three days of promotion, coupled with Song Wanqing's own fame, on the opening day, the restaurant was surrounded by a crowd of people, almost filling up the entire street.

"This restaurant is really good at this promotion. The first day is half price. I've lived in Xuancheng for decades and I've never seen anything like this before!"

"Yes, yes, look at these dishes. I've never heard of them before. I wonder what they taste like?"

"Why hasn't the door been opened yet? I'm so anxious!"

“I really want to go in and try it out!”

Song Wanqing had already heard many people's expectant discussions inside. She raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction and gave a look to the waiter.

The restaurant opened its doors and officially opened today!

The crowd immediately rushed in, and those who failed to grab a seat went out and lined up consciously. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the line stretched outside the propaganda booth.

The first time guests entered the restaurant, they were amazed by the decoration style.

The ceiling is made of pure white wood, carved with various delicate patterns. If you look closely, you can see tiny verses winding on the columns. The overall style is simple and bright, which is different from previous restaurants!

"What kind of decoration style is this? I've never seen it before!"

"Yes, how did it get so bright that I can see it clearly without turning on the lights!"

"If the first floor is so magnificent, then aren't the second and third floors even more magnificent?"

Everyone was amazed and praising. Song Wanqing was on the second floor, staring down at the crowd below with a smile on his face and a hint of excitement in his heart.

Qingping came to her side, leaned on the railing excitedly, and smiled playfully, "Sister Song, it looks like business is really good!"

She was half a head shorter than Song Wanqing, and as she had not fully grown yet, her mentality was that of a child.

She was unemployed and changed the elegant chiffon dress she wore in the music house into an emerald green double-breasted tasseled dress. Due to long-term malnutrition, the ends of her hair had turned yellow, so Song Wanqing simply tied her hair into two buns, with a modern decoration that Song Wanqing had exchanged for from the space hanging at both ends.

Now he looks like a carefree child.

These days, Qingping has been a little follower of Song Wanqing, and can't put down the clothes and hair accessories she gave him.

"How are you preparing, Qu'er? Someone will win a VIP ticket today, so don't ruin our store's reputation."

Hearing this, Qing Ping's face was full of confidence. She said, "Don't worry, Sister Song. I have been practicing hard these days and I will definitely not lose face for you!"

After saying that, she ran off and went to the backyard to practice again.

Song Wanqing watched her leave, smiled, and walked downstairs.

The waiter was already serving food to the customers. The aroma was wafting through the first floor, and everyone was staring curiously at the dishes in the waiter's hands.

The sauce is thick and bright in color, leaving a tantalizing aroma wherever it goes.

The first guests who enjoyed the dish were pleasantly surprised and burst into exclamations, "Beautiful... delicious!"

Some people stuttered and couldn't speak clearly, they just stared with their eyes wide open and gave a thumbs up.

Gradually, all the guests' meals were served.

When the people who had finished eating earlier paid the bill, Song Wanqing took out a stuffed bunny and said, "This is today's gift. Please go to the left and draw a lottery. If you're lucky, you might win a VIP floor trial lottery."

The man looked at the plush rabbit in his hand in surprise. It was so soft and he didn't know what it was made of.

He went to draw lots, and unexpectedly he won the first one he drew.

"I...I won the prize?" he cheered in surprise.