Marriage of convenience blossoms into love; the husband turns out to be a billionaire CEO.

Ye Cheng's stall was set up in its usual spot again tonight.

When she left home in the morning, Ji Lingfeng suggested that she take a break from work for a few days.

The husband next door is actually starting to look more and more like a husband.

They said they wouldn't interfere with each other when they got their marriage certificate, but now they're interfering more and more.

Drinking should be regulated, and so should street vending.

How could we not set up a stall!

Yesterday, because of that dinner party, I wasted a whole day.

The daily income of a few hundred yuan is still very attractive to her. Although it's not a lot of money, it can add up over time.

Moreover, they haven't even recouped the cost of the tricycle yet.

Sure enough, as soon as the stall was set up, business started coming in.

I didn't set up my stall yesterday, but several foodies came early to patronize it.

Not long after, Lin Xiaoyu also set up a stall.

Seeing that the sharp-eyed Brother Ye wasn't there, Lin Xiaoyu greeted and chatted with Ye Cheng warmly.

"Sister Ye, you didn't have time to set up your stall yesterday, right?"

"Yes, the company requires overtime, and there's nothing we can do about it as corporate slaves. But as long as I don't have to work overtime, I'll set up my stall."

Ye Cheng deftly chopped the cilantro.

Lin Xiaoyu joked, "I couldn't get any traffic from Sister Ye yesterday, so my business was down by half."

"Let's all work hard tonight and try to make up for yesterday's mistakes."

Ye Cheng and Lin Xiaoyu chatted for a while when a young man in his early twenties walked over to the stall.

When a customer came in, Ye Cheng quickly got up to greet them.

The young man approached the stall, looked at the sign, and said, "Boss, I'd like to buy stinky tofu."

"Okay, how many portions do you want?" Ye Cheng immediately lit the fire to heat the oil.

The young man thought for a moment and asked, "How many stalls do you have left?"

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment.

"I've only been open for a short time, but I have plenty of stock. I'll fry as many as you want."

"Okay, I'll take them all."

The young man seemed very straightforward.

Want them all?!

Ye Cheng stared wide-eyed. Whose stomach could eat so much stinky tofu?

Seeing Ye Cheng's surprised expression, the young man shrugged and smiled:

"Don't overthink it. Of course, I'm not eating alone. My company staff had a get-together nearby, and everyone loves stinky tofu. Pack it all up for me!"

Good heavens, what incredible luck! A huge order has fallen from the sky!

Ye Cheng's eyes were filled with money symbols. She hurriedly moved all the tofu blocks out and heated the oil pan to its highest temperature.

After working for more than twenty minutes, two large bags of stinky tofu were fried three times and filled into ten large takeout boxes.

The young man paid nine hundred yuan, picked up several large bags, and left.

"Come again if you like it!"

After seeing the guests off, Ye Cheng opened her WeChat account and was overjoyed to see her earnings!

To close a business deal for an entire night in one go—such a large order is a rare find.

Making money is the only thing that makes people happy! Who said that again? It perfectly expresses her true feelings!

……

Jin Dayu was leaning against the hood of his car on a corner of Fuxing Road, chatting with Hua Zhixin on WeChat.

I was single yesterday, and suddenly I have a girlfriend.

Every now and then, I still feel a sense of unreality.

Since they parted ways at the hotel, the two have been exchanging messages whenever they have free time.

A young man carrying several large bags of stinky tofu approached him from a distance.

"Sir, I've bought all the stinky tofu from that shop. Delivery, 900 in total. Please pay the remaining balance and service fee!"

Kim Dae-woo put his phone away and looked at the pile of stinky tofu.

The young mistress has to sell so much stinky tofu in one night, how can she not be exhausted!

The CEO should have acted sooner.

Who would want their wife to set up a stall and sell this stuff every day?

As he spoke of this, Kim Dae-woo couldn't help but swallow hard.

He also particularly loves stinky tofu.

I really want to take one out and try it now.

The young mistress herself fried these.

The thought that he was now a man with a girlfriend made Kim Dae-woo pause.

I'd better not eat it, otherwise what if my girlfriend complains about the smell?

Thinking back to the passionate encounter last night, Kim Daewoo couldn't help but smirk foolishly.

"Brother, could you please stop laughing and settle the payment?"

The young man urged him on somewhat impatiently.

Kim Dae-woo snapped out of his daze, opened his phone, and paid the remaining money to the young man.

"Take it all if you like stinky tofu."

The young man thought he had misheard and asked, "What? You're telling me to take these?"

Kim Dae-woo said, "Yes, take it with you, so as not to waste it."

"Free?" The young man seemed a little skeptical.

Kim Dae-woo laughed and said, "If it weren't free, would I charge you? I even gave you a 300 yuan service fee for helping me buy it!"

The young man blinked: "Of course I'll take it if it's free! I can take it back and treat my buddies in the dorm!"

What luck today! I was just passing by and helped someone buy some stinky tofu, and I earned 300 yuan for it. They even treated me to a meal afterward.

Getting something and then having to pay? That's ridiculous!

Are city dwellers this good at having fun these days?!

The young man, as if he had gotten a great deal, happily carried away his bags and packages.

Kim Dae-woo picked up his phone and reported the situation to the president.

Ji Lingfeng is currently attending a banquet at a hotel.

"Mr. Ji, the young mistress has already bought all the stinky tofu for tonight."

Ji Lingfeng glanced at his watch; it was 7:30. The woman could pack up and go home early.

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "You stay with the young mistress and watch her go home before you leave."

"Yes, Mr. Ji."

Ji Lingfeng rubbed his temples, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Is that college student who paints here today?"

Kim Daewoo twitched the corners of his mouth and immediately replied, "Yes, they seemed to have just greeted us from a distance."

Kim Dae-woo's answer was somewhat reserved.

Of course, they did more than just say hello; they also chatted.

The problem is that President Ji is still jealous.

Setting up a stall and chatting is normal communication, right? The CEO is being far too petty.

If he says the wrong thing and gets jealous, he won't be happy either.

Kim Dae-woo waited patiently for the young mistress's tricycle.

After a while, the young mistress appeared driving her tricycle, making a "clack-clack-clack" sound.

Kim Dae-woo started the gas and followed.

Kim Dae-woo only reported to the president after seeing the tricycle disappear at the entrance of Jingtai Garden residential area.

After finishing the call, Kim Dae-woo sat on the hood of the car and continued texting Hua Zhixin.

Unexpectedly, Kim Daewoo, who was immersed in sweetness, suddenly heard the familiar "click-click" sound in his ear again.

He looked up and his pupils dilated instantly.

what happened?

The young mistress has reappeared in her tricycle!

Without thinking twice, Kim Dae-woo put down his phone, started the gas, and followed.

How could a money-grubber easily stop making money?

Ye Cheng returned home, packed up her family's stock, and set off again, still in a very good mood.

He hummed a little tune while driving his tricycle.

"There's a wonderful thing in the world called the Renminbi,"

"It has Chairman Mao printed on it, he's tall and handsome!"

We won't stop until we sell all our stock today!

This will make up for yesterday's losses.

As Jin Dayu watched his mistress's tricycle drive towards Fuxing Road, a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

The man was completely dumbfounded when the young mistress set up her stall at the old spot and started making arrangements again!

Young mistress, my great-aunt, are you an unkillable cockroach?

They've started selling stinky tofu again!

Can't you just take a break?

Jin Dayu, with a bitter expression, dialed the president's number: "President Ji, the young mistress is out selling her wares again!"

"what!"

Ji Lingfeng, surrounded by admirers, sat in the center of the banquet and exclaimed in surprise.

His eyes were as wide as bells.

Those present all turned to look.

It's hard to imagine that the CEO of the Ji Group is actually preoccupied with something as trivial as stinky tofu.