Having many handsome men means no worries; pampering them all keeps me in good spirits.

With a burst of white steam, Mo Yan took the little cakes out of the oven one by one…

Seeing that Jiang Qingyan's mouth was practically watering, Mo Yan chuckled and said, "Young master, don't be in such a hurry. Wait a little while, and you can eat it when it's not so hot to the touch."

Jiang Qingyan swallowed hard, nodded awkwardly, and smiled, "Just call me Yan Qing, calling me Young Master is too formal."

She then pointed to Lin Zhijie, who was standing behind her and showed no interest in the small cake, and introduced him, "His name is Jiezhi."

Mo Yan nodded slightly, tested the temperature of the small cake with the back of her hand, and then said to Jiang Qingyan, "Yanqing, it's ready to eat."

Jiang Qingyan couldn't wait any longer. She immediately picked up a small cake and stuffed it into her mouth, exclaiming with a satisfied look, "This is simply the most delicious thing in the world!"

After saying that, she picked up a small cake and stuffed it into Lin Zhijie's mouth, jokingly saying, "Try this little cake that's as milky and delicious as you."

Lin Zhijie smiled and savored the small cake in her mouth.

Hmm...it really does smell like me...milky and creamy...

Seeing Jiang Qingyan wolfing down her food, Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh and say, "Qingyan, eat slowly. There are still several more batches to go. When you return to your residence, pack some more to take back with you."

Jiang Qingyan was very grateful upon hearing this and quickly thanked her, saying, "Then thank you very much, Moyan!"

Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted outside, and a waiter scrambled into the kitchen, anxiously telling Mo Yan, "It's...it's terrible! Boss, a group of people have come in and started smashing things! You'd better go out and take a look!"

Mo Yan frowned slightly, picked up an iron rod casually from the corner of the kitchen, and strode into the front hall.

Lin Zhijie was unwilling to get involved in this matter and thought he would take Jiang Qingyan away through the back door, but seeing that she insisted on following, he had no choice but to go to the front hall with her.

The store was a complete mess, with debris scattered everywhere. In the center of the store stood seven or eight burly men with their arms crossed, looking menacing.

Seeing her carefully decorated shop vandalized like this, Mo Yan felt like killing someone...

She glared fiercely at the group and shouted angrily, "Who are you? Why are you here to vandalize my shop?"

The bald, burly man at the head of the group pinched his chin and looked Mo Yan up and down before grinning wickedly, "Oh~ so the owner of this shop is such a delicate young lady~ I should have known better than to smash up this shop. I could have just had you serve me well for one night, and everything would have been solved."

Mo Yan said with disgust, "Pah! Disgusting!"

The bald, burly man's smile grew even more lewd as he approached Mo Yan step by step. "Little lady, let me tell you the truth, your business is so successful that it has already offended the other merchants on this street. But if you come with me, I guarantee you can run your shop peacefully on this street!"

Mo Yan turned her head to look at the merchants watching the commotion outside the door. She immediately understood. They were jealous of her good business and had sent people to cause her trouble.

She took a deep breath, gripped the iron rod tightly in her hand, and her eyes began to redden slightly.

Owning her own cake shop has been her lifelong dream. This dream is difficult to realize in modern times. If she travels to ancient times, will there still be obstacles to this dream?

The bald, burly man approached, and a long, black, hairy hand slowly rose, trying to touch Mo Yan's face.

Mo Yan reacted quickly, taking a step back to dodge...

Trembling, she raised the iron bar in her hand to shield herself, and said in a tearful voice, "How much did they pay you? I'll give you double! As long as you let me go, I'll give you any amount of money!"

The bald, burly man grinned, stuck out his sticky tongue, and licked his lower lip, saying with a lewd expression, "I'm not interested in money anymore! I just want to taste the flavor of you, little lady!"

Having said that, he snatched the iron rod from Mo Yan's hand, threw it to the ground, and walked towards her again...

The iron rod just happened to be thrown right in front of Jiang Qingyan's feet, even slightly hitting her toes. She frowned, bent down to pick up the iron rod, and then looked at the bald, burly man.

She whispered to Lin Zhijie beside her, "I'll go first and show off. When he tries to attack me, you go next. Make sure you protect me!"

Lin Zhijie nodded helplessly, "Alright... just don't get too close to him, husband..."

The bald, burly man drew closer and closer, terrifying Mo Yan so much that she closed her eyes in despair…

Just as his thick, smelly, foamy lips, like pig intestines, were about to kiss Mo Yan…

Jiang Qingyan quietly walked over and stabbed the bald, burly man's younger brother hard with the iron rod...

The bald, burly man jolted in pain from the sudden attack, cold sweat dripping down his bald head…

He clutched his penis and glared at Jiang Qingyan, cursing, "Damn pretty boy! How dare you ambush me! Are you tired of living?"

Jiang Qingyan raised her head and shouted loudly: "Endure for a moment and you'll get breast hyperplasia, take a step back and you'll get ovarian cysts, hold it in for a day and you'll get liver qi stagnation, get angry and you'll get thyroid nodules, curse and you'll get a heart attack, and cause a little endocrine imbalance! You bald bastard, I just don't like the look of you, I just want to fuck you, so what?"

The bald, burly man immediately waved his hand, signaling the others to come over and gang up on Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Qingyan crossed his arms and slowly took a step back, saying, "Don't use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. I won't take action myself today. Let my buddies play with you."

Seeing this, Lin Zhijie leaped forward to shield Jiang Qingyan behind him, and in no time at all, he knocked everyone to the ground, filling the room with cries of agony and pleas for mercy…

Jiang Qingyan raised the iron rod, pointed it at the bald, burly man lying on the ground, looking disheveled, and laughed, "So? Which of us is the grandpa?"

The bald, burly man immediately kowtowed to her, begging for mercy: "You are my grandfather! You are my grandfather! Please, grandfather, spare my worthless life! I will definitely be a good son to you from now on!"

Jiang Qingyan curled her lips, walked to the side of the trembling Mo Yan, pulled her arm and brought her to the bald, burly man, asking, "I'm your grandfather, so where is she?"

The bald, burly man slightly raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Yan, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent. He quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy, saying, "Grandma! You are my grandma! I will compensate you double the price for everything I broke today! Is that alright?"

Mo Yan glanced at the messy shop and said coldly, "Not only do you have to pay double compensation, but you also have to restore the shop to its original state! And you have to guarantee that you will never come looking for trouble with me again!"