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It turned out that for nearly a month, something strange had happened. The competitor, Xian Ke Ju, who had once been unattainable, suddenly learned a lot from Xian Ke Lai's unique pastries. Today, they sold two kinds, and tomorrow, two more.
Moreover, they were selling them at a lower price, causing significant losses for the customers. Yu Chunmiao took off her straw hat to fan herself and casually remarked, "That means there’s a mole among us. We just need to conduct a thorough internal investigation."
Lu Ziyan sighed in frustration and replied, "Who says we haven't investigated? But the pastry chefs at the teahouse are all elderly men who inherited their skills from my father. They receive bonuses every year; they wouldn’t betray me. The secret recipes are all kept in their minds; outsiders can only pry if they endure severe torture."
After pondering for a moment, Yu Chunmiao suggested, "Then let's start by checking the newcomers who joined in the last month. We need to see who suddenly has money and who is trying to get close to the pastry chefs—like treating them to drinks or meals for no reason or giving gifts."
The horse she originally planned to ride was not hers but rather an imported mare from France. That shameless woman had been flattering the head coach for half a month before the competition to get her horse adjusted.
Both horses were trained by Yu Chunmiao herself—one was young and inexperienced, while the other was older and calm. She intended to let them participate in some lower-level competitions first and then enter the major contests after a year.
However, she disliked flattering others and ended up being taken advantage of. Thus, if one wanted to steal something from someone, it didn’t always have to be done forcefully.
Lu Ziyan and Yu Chunmiao were both aware that Qi Chong was her husband, so he dared not look at her too much or speak too freely. Yet upon hearing her insightful suggestion, he couldn’t help but glance at her twice.
After just those two glances, he quickly shifted his gaze away. Although men liked looking at beautiful women, one must not disrespect a friend’s wife.
He turned to Qi Chong and said, "Sister-in-law has a point. I will take charge of this matter today and thoroughly investigate the new helpers in the kitchen."
Yu Chunmiao's eyes sparkled as she persuaded Lu Ziyan, "What a coincidence! Your family's unique pastries have been learned by someone else; I can help you with that."
Lu Ziyan's eyes lit up with interest. "What do you mean by that?"
At that moment, three helpers brought over three large covered bowls along with an assortment of tea snacks.
Lu Ziyan eagerly called out to them, "Come and try our shop's Qing Jian tea; it’s this year's new harvest—the first pick of spring. The fragrance is rich and leaves a sweet aftertaste." He also presented Osmanthus Honey with apricots and peach blossom pastries.
Yu Chunmiao loved drinking tea. She picked up a covered bowl, skimmed off the tea foam, and blew on it before taking a sip.
She rolled it around in her mouth before swallowing and smacked her lips together thoughtfully.
Putting down the bowl, Yu Chunmiao commented, "The tea is good; it just needs to be hotter."
Hu Jianren enjoyed his tea as well; it was quite exquisite indeed.
She hadn’t intended to show off but thought that perhaps the shop’s staff assumed she and Qi Chong were country folk and were just being dismissive. If the tea was this good, how could they not know how hot the water should be?
She was not someone who would let herself be bullied easily.
Lu Ziyan, upon hearing this, quickly drank from his covered bowl of tea, exclaiming, "No way!" He then took a sip from Qi Chong's tea, and his expression immediately darkened.
"Someone's here!"
A servant entered in response to his call.
Lu Ziyan spoke gravely, "Who made the tea just now? Make a note of it. Brew two new cups and take these two away!"
The servant dared not look at him the entire time and silently took the tea away.
From the moment Qi Chong began to drink tea with such poise, doubts crept into his mind. Recognizing characters and herbs was something his mother had taught him, but drinking tea was another matter entirely. To sip without burning oneself required the practice of a seasoned tea drinker.
He kept his expression neutral and sat quietly, observing Yu Chunmiao conduct business.
Lu Ziyan turned back, expressing his displeasure at the delay. Yu Chunmiao, eager to get to the point, interrupted his lengthy formalities.
"Boss Lu, take a look at what I've brought—Xian Cao Mi."
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