Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

A deposit of 100 coins is required for each box, so a deposit of 500 coins is required for five boxes.

This set a good precedent, and many people stepped forward to order custom gifts.

Besides people ordering customized gift packaging, some people also buy the gifts to eat on the spot, keeping Zhao Lian and Zhao Di extremely busy.

……

Thinking that today was the opening day of Zhaolian's new shop, Song Wenjie wanted to go out early in the morning, but he didn't expect to run into his eldest sister Song Ting and his junior sister Tong Lian as soon as he reached the gate.

Seeing Song Wenjie about to leave, Song Ting quickly called out to him, "Hey~ Where are you going so early in the morning?"

"I have to go out for a while."

Song Ting glared at him with displeasure: "What's the rush? Did you see your older sister coming and deliberately avoid us?"

"No, sister, don't overthink it! I just have a friend who's opening a new shop and I wanted to go check it out."

"Senior brother, I'll go with you~ I promise you, I won't cause any trouble!"

Song Wenjie's smile vanished, replaced by a stern expression: "You just need to stay with my sister. Don't get involved in anything else. Also, I've already told Master to send someone to pick you up."

Tong Lian frowned and stomped her foot: "Senior brother, how could you do this!" She had finally managed to go out, and she didn't want to be dragged back by her father like this.

"I'm not talking to you anymore. I promised someone, so I'm leaving now." With that, Song Wenjie took three steps at a time and quickly disappeared from sight.

"That brat!" Song Ting muttered discontentedly as she watched Song Wenjie's retreating figure.

But since we're already here, we should at least go inside and sit for a while before leaving.

As soon as she sat down inside, a maid brought up tea: "Miss, please have some tea."

The voice sounded unfamiliar, so Song Ting took a second look. The maid in front of her was beautiful, and she had never seen her before.

Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before.

"My name is Zhao Feng, and the young master saved my life."

That's right! This is Zhao Feng. Originally, Song Wenjie wanted to drive her away, but he couldn't stop her from crying and saying that no one would take her in.

Song Wenjie also knew that a young woman raising two younger brothers, who were both teenagers, had too many things to consider.

He wouldn't feel at ease if he chased them away and something happened to them on the way.

After much deliberation, the only option was to keep the three siblings on the household, assigning them odd jobs, much like the maids in the mansion.

Ah!

Song Ting was puzzled. She hadn't expected that her usually aloof younger brother would take this girl in. It was truly a rare occurrence.

Just then, someone came to report that a man had come to see them, saying he wanted to take their young lady away.

Tong Lian knew it must be her father sending people to take her back, and she quickly hid in fear.

"Speak, who is this?"

The man, dressed like a servant, bowed respectfully and said, "Madam, our mistress is ill, and this time she is quite ill. Master has asked me to bring Miss to see Madam one last time."

"Who is your master?" Although she had a rough idea of ​​the other party's identity, Song Ting couldn't help but ask again to confirm.

"In response to this lady's question, our master's name is Tong Zhuang."

It really was him!

Song Ting called out to the inner room, "Tong Lian, come out quickly! Your mother is sick. Don't hide anymore, go back inside!"

"What? My mother is sick?"

Upon hearing this, Tong Lian immediately became anxious and ran out.

"Miss, I've finally found you."

The servant looked at Tong Lian and said anxiously, "Miss, because you ran away from home, Madam is so worried that she has fallen ill. This time, she is quite ill, and Master sent me to take you back."

Upon hearing that her mother was ill, Tong Lian panicked. She knew that her mother's health had always been poor.

She's been away for almost half a month now, and I wonder how she's doing.

"Uncle Li, how is my mother?" Tong Lian asked anxiously.

Uncle Li avoided her eyes and murmured, "Miss, while you were away, Madam lost her appetite and became quite thin."

"Madam also said that if you don't go back this time, she won't eat. Today is the third day, and Madam hasn't eaten or drunk anything. Miss, you'd better go back quickly."

Song Ting couldn't help but speak up: "Tong Lian, you should go back first. If anything happens to your mother, you'll regret it."

"Okay, I'll go back right away." Tong Lian had a close relationship with her mother since childhood, and she was extremely anxious when she heard that her mother was sick.

"Miss, the carriage is waiting at the door. Let's hurry, or we might not make it in time."

Hearing that the carriage was waiting at the door, Tong Lian quickly went out.

Song Ting shouted loudly at Tong Lian's retreating figure, "Tong Lian, please give my regards to your parents!"

Seeing that Tong Lian had left, Song Ting also planned to go back. Originally, she had been thinking of bringing Tong Lian and her younger brother together.

But after spending time together recently, she discovered that Tong Lian was prone to childish tantrums and had the temperament of a spoiled princess; the two were simply incompatible.

I didn't know how to bring it up, so I took this opportunity to let her go back and give up on that idea.

"Alright, Wenjie's not here, I'm going back too." Song Ting said, standing up.

"Take care, young lady."

Hearing Zhao Lian's words, Song Ting suddenly remembered something, stopped in her tracks, and turned to look at her. "What did you say your name was again?"

Seeing Song Ting's serious expression, Zhao Feng's heart skipped a beat. She wondered what Song Ting was up to, and nervously replied, "Replying to Miss, my name is Zhao Feng~"

“Zhao Feng~” Song Ting repeated, “It’s a nice name.”

Seeing Song Ting turn and leave, Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, five streets away, Song Wenjie had already arrived at Zhao Lian's newly opened shop.

Song Wenjie originally wanted to bring a few soldiers. But then he thought about it and was afraid of scaring everyone, so he only brought Liu Yu and Afu with him.

Before even getting close, Song Wenjie saw that the shop was surrounded by people. Zhao Lian had given the shop a simple and easy-to-remember name: He's Rice Flower Shop.

The new store opened to a large crowd. Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng had already arrived, rolling up his sleeves to help Zhao Lian tend the fire. His face was covered in patches of white and black, which made Zhao Lian laugh heartily.

The lotus seeds are fried and sold on the spot, and pre-orders are also accepted.

The freshly fried food is in high demand; it's been snatched up by customers as soon as it's fried.

Upon seeing Song Wenjie, Zhao Lian rolled her eyes at him: "Why are you only arriving now? I thought you weren't coming."

Ah Fu smiled apologetically, "Miss Zhao Lian, please don't blame the young master. Something came up and I was delayed for a while."

"Alright, hurry up and help me shout it out! See if any customers want to make a reservation."

Song Wenjie's face turned green; he had never done anything so humble before!

He really couldn't bring himself to beg someone.

Seeing him standing still, Zhao Lian flashed a hint of impatience: "You're so stupid. It's a waste that you're so tall and strong, yet you're so timid."

Qiao Feng stood up and raised an eyebrow at Song Wenjie: "How about this, I'll do the sales, and Brother Song can do the cooking, what do you think?"

Song Wenjie never expected that he, a dignified admiral, would be reduced to tending a fire. He wanted to refuse, but then he thought that tending a fire was better than selling things, so he agreed.