Counting the time, if Yin Hui did nothing, the mother and daughter would die next summer.
It was like a flower that had just sprouted, no one could bear to see her disappear like that.
When she came, Liao Qiuniang brought a box full of Roujiamo. Yin Hui took out one and tasted a few mouthfuls. The dough was crispy, and the fat and thin meat filling was soft and mellow, almost melting in the mouth. It was better than any other meat buns.
“It’s a pity that I’m full, otherwise I can eat his one,” Yin Hui expressed her liking with a smile.
Liao Qiuniang said excitedly, “Madam, if you like it, I will often bring it to you in the future.”
Yin Hui: “Don’t be troubled, I will like to subsidize you to open a food store selling pork buns. The kind in front of the market and behind the house, which is convenient for you so that you can open the door for business and also take care of your mother. I will send a female accountant and female guard to help you. This business will definitely be booming, so you just need to pay the rent and their commission every year.”
Liao Qiuniang looked flattered.
Yin Hui explained, “The main reason is that I like your cooking. With my current status, if I let others know that I sent someone to buy food from a dirty stall, I’m afraid they will look down on me. You open the store, establish its reputation, so I can ask people to buy it openly.”
Liao Qiuniang said anxiously, “If the business is not good…”
Yin Hui said with a smile, “Try it for a year first, and pay the interest for this year. Pay me back the principal when you make money, and if you lose money, I don’t need you to pay it back, but you have to continue to set up a stall outside.”
Liao Qiuniang didn’t want to set up a stall, because there would always be some men with dirty mouths. She wanted to open a store and make her business better.
“Thank you, Madam. Don’t worry, Qiuniang will not let you down!”
After all, she was the daughter of a warrior. With a straightforward and decisive personality, Liao Qiuniang accepted the nobleman’s proposal after a short hesitation.
After negotiating that matter, it was time for Yin Hui to go back.
Liao Qiuniang followed her out and walked to the front yard of the Yin’s house, and happened to meet the young master Yin Wen who was about to go out.
Yin Hui observed the two of them indiscriminately.
Yin Wen only greeted her hypocritically, but when Liao Qiuniang saw him, she quietly hid behind Jinzhan. She looked more disgusted than afraid.
After exchanging pleasantries, Yin Hui deliberately slowed down and let Yin Wen go first.
Yin Wen was eighteen years old, with a tall figure and a handsome appearance. As the eldest son of the Yin family, he always appeared in front of people in a robe. His own excellence and rich background made him attract the attention of girls and even young women wherever he went. .
Yin Yong placed high hopes on his eldest grandson. If he went out to do business, he would definitely take Yin Wen with him. Yin Wen also got in touch with various industries of the Yin family early on. Under the cultivation of the old man, he went out early and returned late every day. His younger sister Yin Rong rarely saw him, let alone his cousin Yin Hui.
Yin Hui really didn’t know much about Yin Wen’s personality. It was not until her grandfather’s unjust death that Yin Hui hated Yin Wen.
If she was on guard first, she could naturally notice the subtle relationship between Liao Qiuniang and Yin Wen.
When Yin Hui walked out of the house, Yin Wen’s carriage had gone far away.
Standing in front of the carriage, Yin Hui asked Liao Qiuniang in a low voice, “I think you seem to be afraid of the young master, why?”
She dodged her eyes, lowered her head and said, “Once when I came to give my father an umbrella, I accidentally bumped into him and was scolded by him, so I am afraid of him.”
Just that summer, she did bump into Yin Wen, but Yin Wen on seeing her face clearly, instead of scolding, picked up the umbrella for her. When she wanted to take it back, he held her hand tightly and refused to let go.
Liao Qiuniang hated Yin Wen’s eyes, and even more hated that slippery and wet hand.
She didn’t want to go to the Yin’s house again, but Yin Wen often passed by her stall. Sometimes he would ask the servants to line up to buy, and sometimes he just looked at her from a distance, with a smile of inspecting the goods, which made her uncomfortable.
Yin Hui looked at Liao Qiuniang’s hands that were restlessly holding the hem of the clothes, and didn’t ask any more questions. She had already guessed about that matter, so she kept a close eye on Yin Wen and Liao Shisan.
“Uncle Song will make arrangements for the store. You wait for his message. Maybe you should be able to open during the Mid-Autumn Festival,” Yin Hui told Liao Qiuniang.
Uncle Song was also an old man next to her grandfather, and he worked for Yin Hui, taking care of the huge dowry business for her. That day, Yin Hui helped Liao Qiuniang to open a store on a temporary basis. She didn’t call Uncle Song over, but Uncle De would pass on the message for her.
Liao Qiuniang nodded and told Yin Hui, “Madam, if you want to eat pork buns tonight, remember to tell the kitchen to heat it on a low heat, just a few times on both sides. Don’t use a high fire, it may burn easily.”
Yin Hui smiled.
Although the pork buns were delicious, they were not as decent as seafood. After returning to the palace, Yin Hui only gave some to Mrs. Wen and Wei Ying, and explained how to heat them up.
Mrs. Wen was not very interested in the two pork buns brought back by her daughter-in-law. There was pork and other things in the palace, and she had eaten it cooked in all kinds of ways.
However, it was her daughter-in-law’s filial piety. In the evening, Mrs. Wen still told the kitchen to heat up the two buns.
As soon as the little maid went to the kitchen, King Yan came.