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

Looking at Zhao Di before him, so beautiful that he couldn't look away, he said in a hoarse voice, "My wife, you look so beautiful today."

Seeing the flames flickering in An Ye's eyes, Zhao Di blushed even more and lowered her head even further.

An Ye reached out and lifted Zhao Di's chin. Looking at the face that suddenly loomed large in front of her, Zhao Di was caught off guard and her mind went blank.

This guy in the dark is so cool!

Looking at Zhao Di's dreamy eyes and her warm red lips, Dark Night Dragonfly gave her a light peck.

The gentle touch on her lips sent a shiver down Zhao Di's spine, her face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

"You're so mean!" Zhao Di pounded An Ye's chest with both hands.

"Ouch, that hurts~" An Ye clutched his chest, feigning pain.

Seeing An Ye frown, Zhao Di became anxious: "Ah~ are you alright? I didn't even use much strength!"

"It hurts here~" An Ye took Zhao Di's hand and placed it on her chest, then winked mischievously: "You want to murder your husband? My heart aches~"

Only then did Zhao Di realize that he was just teasing her. Zhao Di pouted, glared at him, and turned away, ignoring him.

"My wife, please don't be angry. I apologize! It's late, we should rest." With that, An Ye lowered the red curtain.

The red candles flickered, and two figures embraced within the red curtains. Silence spoke volumes; a night of passion was worth a thousand pieces of gold.

……

After the marriage, life returned to normal. They were originally given half a month's leave, but they were worried about the emperor's safety, so they went to the palace a week later.

Two whole months have passed since they last parted ways, and Zhao Lian has not seen the Emperor since.

However, Zhao Lian is currently busy with the restaurant business and has no time to think about anything else.

Although the emperor did not come out, he sent people to do a lot of things.

The Emperor ordered an exit to be made at the ice cellar on Wufeng Mountain so that ice could be transported back to the palace to be cooled. He also sent someone to inform Zhaolian that a new entrance had been opened to the ice cellar, and that ice inside was available for her use at any time.

Zhao Lian was overjoyed. Now that she had an ice cellar, things would be much more convenient. She could bring back some ice to store things and also to make chilled food.

With ice in hand, Zhaolian planned to make some chilled sweet soup as dessert, and the first thing she made was jelly.

That day at Wufeng Mountain, Zhaolian saw the grass jelly, and now it can come in handy.

Zhao Lian first picked the grass jelly, then pounded it thoroughly, stirred it with water, and poured it out for later use. Next, she boiled it in a pot, poured it out, and let it cool before it was set.

Because the ingredients are fresh, the juice is green, so the resulting jelly is also green.

Next, add the prepared jelly to brown sugar water and chill it in ice cubes. That's how you make jelly.

The first time making it, Zhaolian only made 50 jin (25 catties) and priced it at 50 wen (0.5 yuan) per bowl. She thought the new product would not sell well, but to her surprise, the jelly sold out in less than half a day.

Many more customers came in afterward wanting to eat jelly, but Zhaolian told them to come back the next day.

Seeing how well the jelly was selling, Zhao Di was overjoyed, her eyes practically popping out of her head: "Sister, this stuff is selling so well, let's make more tomorrow."

They thought Zhao Lian would agree, but to their surprise, Zhao Lian shook her head: "Second sister, we'll still make 50 jin tomorrow, and we'll spread the word."

Men take it to nourish yin and tonify the kidneys, while women take it for beauty and skin enhancement. The goal is to create the illusion that this product is hard to find even with money.

"We need to keep everyone in suspense so that business will get better and better."

Zhao Di nodded as if she understood, but in her heart, her sister was definitely right.

Just as Zhao Lian had predicted, word spread like wildfire that the Imperial Lotus Pavilion's chilled jelly was good for beauty and health, and that it was available in limited quantities every day, making it hard to buy even if you had the money.

There are many wealthy people in Beijing, and the rarer and newer a gadget is, the more people will flock to it.

This chilled jelly became an instant hit as soon as it was launched, and it was the only one of its kind in Beijing.

Following that, Zhaolian continued to introduce new products, including mille-feuille cake and pork skin jelly.

Both of these items are also loved by many wealthy people, and their popularity even surpasses that of jelly.

In terms of dishes, Zhaolian also introduced new items, such as cold chicken feet and ginger pig's feet! The restaurant's business began to boom.

In comparison, Zuichunlou's business was much worse. Qiao Feng knew that this couldn't go on. After all, they were in the same industry, and with such a strong competitor, it was inevitable that they would be suppressed.

Qiao Feng planned to go to Zhao Lian to see if he could buy a prescription.

Zhao Lian knew Qiao Feng's purpose as soon as she saw him, and before he could say anything, she gave him the recipe for the mille-feuille cake.

"I don't sell this layered cake. If that's the case, customers who want to eat layered cake will have to go to your shop."

Qiao Feng, on the contrary, felt bad: "How can this be?"

Zhao Lian raised an eyebrow: "Take it, don't worry, I have plenty of knowledge in my head!"

Seeing that Zhao Lian had put it that way, Qiao Feng nodded: "Since you put it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Two days later, Zuichunlou launched its thousand-layer cake, which finally won back some customers.

By the end of September, her protruding belly was nearly seven months along, and she looked much heavier.

Song Wenjie was worried and told her to move around less when he wasn't home. Zhao Feng was bored, so she started sewing children's clothes at home.

"Senior brother~"

A crisp sound came from behind. Zhao Feng looked up and saw a girl with fair skin and big, bright eyes. She was quite pretty.

His eyes looked somewhat provocative.

"who are you?"

Tong Lianxia sized up Zhao Feng.

"I haven't even asked you yet! And who are you?" Faced with the other party's question, Zhao Feng did not answer, but asked in return.

Tong Lian said smugly, "Song Wenjie is my senior brother?"

Zhao Feng smiled, put down her needlework, and stroked her swollen belly: "My name is Zhao Feng, and Song Wenjie is my husband, so I'm your sister-in-law!"

Tong Lian was immediately furious and widened her eyes in disbelief: "What? Senior Brother is actually married? When did that happen? How come I didn't know!"

I never expected that my senior brother would get married. I didn't even know, and judging from his belly, he was probably seven or eight months pregnant.

Tong Lian swayed, almost losing her balance.

"Junior Sister, please sit down. Hongju, serve this young lady some tea," Zhaofeng said warmly.

"Where is my senior brother?" Tong Lian asked rudely, ignoring Zhao Feng and showing her no respect.

“Your senior brother isn’t here right now. If there’s anything you need, just tell me. I’ll talk to Wenjie when he gets back tonight.”

Tong Lian narrowed her eyes: "Oh, I remember now! Your parents died, and it was your senior brother who kindly bought you back."

"I never expected that after only a few months apart, you would have climbed into your senior brother's bed. You lowly servant, what despicable means did you use?"

"Who do you think you are? Can't I contact my senior brother if I don't have something to say? Besides, even if I do have something to say, I won't tell you."

Unexpectedly, her kindness was met with indifference. Despite her good intentions, she was met with harsh words. Zhao Feng immediately turned sour and ordered him to leave: "I'm sorry, you're not welcome here. Aunt Su, please see him out!"

She was still so arrogant even on her own turf; Zhao Feng wasn't going to tolerate that.