Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

Su Changqing rolled his eyes at him, then pointed to the new restaurant behind him, a capitalist-like smile that Xiao Se found familiar.

"We've got the house, but we're short a few handymen. I think the three of you have exceptional potential; you're perfect for this promising job."

"Do...odd jobs?"

Lei Wujie pointed to himself, then to the magnificent new restaurant, his face filled with disbelief. "Brother-in-law, are you serious? I'm going to become a sword immortal! You want me to work as a waiter here?"

"What's wrong with being a waiter? Being a waiter is a dignified profession too!"

Su Changqing tapped him on the forehead in exasperation, "Besides, do you think just anyone can be my waiter? You need to be agile, have sharp eyes, and be handsome! With your looks, you barely pass."

"Barely passing?" Lei Wujie touched his face, somewhat unconvinced. "In Lei Family Fortress, I was known as the 'Jade-Faced Young Master'!"

"Alright, alright, stop being so vain."

Su Changqing casually pulled a yellowed manual from his pocket and tossed it to Lei Wujie. "Here, this is the 'Chief Waiter's' entry perk. Practice hard. If you can carry a hundred dishes through a crowd without spilling a drop of soup within a month, your agility will catch up with your sister's."

Lei Wujie instinctively caught the manual, and upon closer inspection, he saw three large, flamboyant characters written on the cover: "The Mysterious Steps"!

"The stealth walk?"

Lei Wujie's eyes lit up. This name sounds impressive!

He turned to the first page, where he saw intricate and profound footwork diagrams, each footwork point exquisitely crafted, as if imbued with some kind of rhythm of the wind.

"This...this is an unparalleled movement technique!"

Lei Wujie's hands trembled with excitement. "Brother-in-law! You're so great! I'll definitely train hard! I promise to complete the mission! I won't let the tavern down!"

For this secret manual, he'd be willing to do anything, even clean toilets, let alone work as a waiter!

Having dealt with Lei Wujie, Su Changqing turned his attention to Wushuang, who was holding the sword box and looking on guard.

"As for you..."

Su Changqing stroked his chin. "I think your swordsmanship is quite good, but your micro-management is terrible. The other day, you tried to peel an apple with your flying sword, and it looked like a dog had chewed it. It was utterly embarrassing."

"That was my mistake!" Wushuang argued, blushing.

"Whether it's a mistake or not, you have to practice."

Su Changqing pointed towards the kitchen, "From now on, you'll be in charge of chopping and cutting in the kitchen. The requirements aren't high: chop 1,000 jin of potato shreds every day, and each shred must be the same thickness and length. And... you must use sword-flying techniques to do it!"

"What?!"

Wushuang exploded, "Using sword control techniques to cut potatoes? I am the successor of the Wushuang Sword Box! I am destined to become a sword immortal! You want me to cut vegetables? This is an insult to the way of the sword!"

"insult?"

Su Changqing sneered, "If you can't even cut a potato properly, how can you cut a person? True swordsmanship lies in control. When you can carve patterns on tofu with your flying sword without breaking it, then you've truly entered the door of swordsmanship."

"Carved...carved?"

Wushuang was stunned.

The image of that chopstick cleaving the sky flashed through his mind, and he also recalled the scene of Su Changqing casually using a charcoal pencil to freeze his flying sword that day.

That effortless mastery, that ultimate control over power...

Is slicing potatoes really a shortcut to the pinnacle of kendo?

"Okay! I'll cut it!"

Wushuang gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "It's just a potato! I refuse to believe I can't cut it properly!"

"That's right." Su Changqing nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, his gaze fell on Xiao Se, who had been standing with his arms crossed and a look of amusement on his face.

"As for you, Boss Xiao."

Su Changqing said with a smile, "Although you can't fight, your mind is still quite sharp. From now on, you'll be the accountant for this tavern. You'll not only be responsible for the books, but also for overseeing all the tavern's expenses, including purchasing goods, paying salaries, and taxes..."

"stop!"

Xiao Se interrupted him before he could finish, his usually half-asleep eyes now wide open. "Sir, you're not joking, are you? I am..."

He almost blurted out the word "prince," but glancing at the crowd around him, he swallowed it back. "I'm the owner of Snowfall Manor! A millionaire! You want me to be your accountant? To handle these penny-pinching accounts?"

"A millionaire?"

Su Changqing scoffed, "That was before. Do you have any money now? Not a single copper coin, right?"

"I..." Xiao Se was speechless. He had indeed left in a hurry this time, and all his money had been spent on that fox fur coat.

"Besides, it's only right to pay back debts."

Su Changqing took out the IOU that Lei Wujie had written to Xiao Se and waved it around. "Lei Wujie owes you five hundred taels, plus the interest from the trip, making it eight hundred taels in total. But! You ate my food, stayed in my lodgings, used my things, and even rode in my luxury carriage along the way. These expenses alone should add up to at least three thousand taels, right?"

"You brought Lei Wujie here, so this debt should naturally be settled on your behalf. After deducting the eight hundred taels he owes you, you still owe me two thousand two hundred taels."

Su Changqing took out a small abacus, clicked the keys a few times, and then pushed it in front of Xiao Se. "Boss Xiao, calculate it, is this account correct?"

Xiao Se stared at the abacus, his lips twitching violently.

What kind of ingenious algorithm is this?

Two thousand taels for a carriage ride? Are you robbing me?

But when he glanced at Su Changqing's expression that said, "If you dare to renege on your debt, I'll throw you out," he remembered his hidden meridians, which weren't fully healed yet...

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head!

"Okay! I'll calculate it!"

Xiao Se gritted his teeth and took the abacus. "It's just a little over two thousand taels! I'll pay it back slowly! I refuse to believe I can't pay it back!"

"That's right, young people should be down-to-earth."

Su Changqing patted Xiao Se on the shoulder with a look of satisfaction, "Work hard in the future, I have high hopes for you."

Thus, the "Evergreen Tavern's Strongest Working Team" was officially established!

Chief Waiter: Lei Wujie of Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall (a future sword immortal).

Kitchen Chopping: Peerless Genius of Wushuang City (a future sword immortal).

Accountant: Xiao Chuhe, the sixth prince of Beili (the future... cough cough, cannot be said).

If word got out about this lineup, it would probably paralyze the entire martial arts world.

"Alright, everyone to your positions, let's get started!"

Su Changqing waved his hand, preparing to go upstairs to hug his daughter.

Sudden.

"boom!"

A loud bang came from the kitchen, followed by a thick plume of black smoke.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

A violent coughing fit rang out.

Li Hanyi rushed out of the kitchen, holding a red-hot spatula, her face covered in soot, and several strands of her hair singed.

"Changqing! Come quick!"

Li Hanyi cried out in a tearful voice, "That fire... how come the fire is out of control? I just wanted to fry an egg, how did it explode?!"

Looking at his wife's miserable state and then at the still-smoking kitchen, Su Changqing helplessly rubbed his forehead.

That spendthrift woman...

That's Phoenix Fire! You're trying to fry an egg with Phoenix Fire? You're lucky the egg didn't turn into a phoenix!

"well……"

Su Changqing sighed, walked over and wiped the dust off her face, his tone full of helplessness and doting.

"Honey, why don't you go collect the money?"