The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

They are already one of the wealthiest families in the county, and it is said that they have inherited a lot of land and real estate from their ancestors."

"Now, the entire family is led by the eldest son, Fang Ye, who is in charge of running the business. It's said that although he's young, he's very smart and responsible. He's not only good at managing money but also takes care of the interests of his employees. He's quite well-respected in the business community. He's also very sincere and friendly, making him easy to get along with."

After listening to her mother's introduction to the important clients she might meet in the future, Jiang Jinhe had a general idea in her mind, but there were still some things she didn't understand.

"Mother, did you also hear the others talking about the Zhang family? They said they married the daughter of the emperor's chef. What's the secret behind this?"

Jiang Jinhe asked curiously.

Seeing this, Aunt Song deliberately lowered her voice and replied, "As for the Zhang family, there are indeed some connections. They are actually members of a side branch of the Zhang family mansion in the Yindu area of ​​the capital."

"Did you know? The eldest branch of the Zhang family currently holds an important position in Prince Chen's palace and holds a certain amount of power and resources; and even a side branch like the second branch of the Zhang family can still live a prosperous life in this relatively remote place like ours."

More than ten years ago, the Zhang family married the daughter of a royal chef in the palace. Relying on the bride's superb cooking skills and family gourmet secrets, they also opened a restaurant.

Soon, the new restaurant attracted many diners with its delicious dishes.

A large part of the Chen family's restaurant business was gradually taken over, and the competition between the two families in the county became increasingly fierce.

After years of fighting and ups and downs, the two sides finally had equal status in the county, and neither side had clearly overpowered the other.

Aunt Song narrated this past event in great detail and clarity, allowing people to immediately understand the conflict between the Fang and Zhang families.

It's not just superficial competition; there may be deeper grudges hidden behind it.

Jiang Jinhe sensed something unusual in her mother's words, especially the sharp gaze and quick thinking when she talked about this matter, which was obviously not what an ordinary village woman should do.

"Mom, you just said that you used to work here. What exactly did you do?"

Driven by curiosity, Jiang Jinhe couldn't help but ask.

Unexpectedly, when this issue was mentioned, Aunt Song, who had been talkative just now, suddenly became silent, with a complicated expression on her face, as if she had some unspeakable difficulties.

"Alas, these are all old things," she finally said slowly, "Jinhe, why are you so curious?"

Although he was full of doubts, after a moment's thought, Jiang Jinhe mustered up the courage to ask again, "Mom, you said before that my father is still alive. Was he your boss?"

Faced with her daughter's straightforward question, Aunt Song didn't immediately refute or evade it. Instead, a strange and unreadable expression crossed her face. "Well, you could say that, but he's not here now. What's the point of these past events?"

After saying this, she quickened the pace of the car, as if she was deliberately avoiding further discussion.

"Jinhe, let's not rush into making a decision. Why don't we take a look around and observe the current situation of the Fang and Zhang families before deciding what to do next."

The mother made a suggestion, hoping to find a suitable solution to the problem.

"Ok."

Jiang Jinhe agreed softly.

The donkey took brisk steps, causing the carriage to shake slightly.

However, at this moment, Jiang Jinhe's heart was even more confused.

Thirty years ago, my mother, who was still a young girl, had already gone out to work.

Although she is a weak woman, she can drive the carriage with ease.

And I remember that when they were attacked by wild beasts on Tongshan Mountain before, the real talents and skills displayed by both Song Dadi and his mother were not comparable to those of ordinary people.

What kind of identities and professional backgrounds would such people with special skills have?

What kind of person is her father whom she has never met?

Why would he let these women with martial arts skills work for him?

Although his mind was full of questions, Jiang Jinhe really couldn't figure out the truth behind it all.

In that case, let’s put aside all distractions for the moment and concentrate on completing the current task - doing a good job of selling dried tofu!

The Fang family is rich and powerful, and the Zhang family also has a strong background. It’s really hard to choose!

Both companies are very powerful, making it difficult to choose. Whether in terms of economic strength or family background, they are equally matched.

Not long after they left, the ornately decorated and spacious Fang family carriage they had seen earlier slowly caught up with them.

The sound of horse hooves echoed on the stone road, seeming particularly steady and powerful.

The carriage stopped and a girl with a maid's bun jumped down nimbly from it.

She stood beside the car, looking around, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, as if she was looking for something.

"Xiaojuan, have you found where that fragrance comes from?"

A woman's soft but slightly anxious voice came from inside the car.

As the words fell, a delicate hand gently lifted a corner of the car curtain, revealing a face that was a little haggard but still wealthy.

This is a woman who has experienced many ups and downs but still maintains her elegance and grace.

Xiaojuan quickly stepped forward to block the hand that was trying to lift the car curtain, showing great worry and concern.

"Ma'am, please don't freeze yourself."

There was earnestness in her tone.

The lady in the car smiled and pulled the corners of her mouth, as if to comfort the little girl beside her not to be too nervous.

"It's okay. I'm asking you, did you see that person with the special scent just now?"

"Ma'am, that person may have left. I can't smell that smell now!"

Xiaojuan replied, her words full of helplessness and disappointment.

The woman in the car pondered for a moment, then glanced outside. "I remember if I go straight down this road, I'll pass by the Zhang family's Zuixianlou, right?"

"Yes, madam, your memory is really excellent."

Xiaojuan nodded affirmatively.

"In that case, how about we go there and rest for a while before making any plans?"

The woman suggested.

"Okay, I'll do exactly what you want."

Xiaojuan answered promptly.

After saying this, the sturdy man in the driver's seat immediately raised the whip in his hand, and the two strong horses started to move forward.

As the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground gradually faded away, the "da da da..." sound also gradually dissipated in the air.

At the same time, not far ahead, Aunt Song had parked her donkey cart steadily in the open space in front of Zuixian Tower.

It was the lunch rush hour at this moment, and there was a constant stream of people coming in and out of the restaurant to eat.