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After dinner, Yu Chunmiao pulled Zeng Yulan back into the house. "Grandma, why are you so sharp-tongued lately? People in ancient times didn’t know as much as we do. Sometimes you have to get used to a shallow perspective; don’t hold a grudge just because someone offended you once."
Zeng Yulan felt she had been a bit excessive earlier, so she shyly replied, "Alright, I’ll be more careful next time. By the way, aren’t you selling milk tea? Don’t you know how to make tapioca pearls? I do! Want to earn some extra money?"
Recently, Yu Chunmiao had abandoned Qi Chong and was spending every night with her, sharing her family’s story of how they made their fortune.
Zeng Yulan had long wanted to help her granddaughter on her path to wealth.
Thinking about it excited her. "So tell me what you need, and I’ll buy it. You can make a sample, and then I’ll sell it to Lu Ziyan."
Without hesitation, Zeng Yulan said, "Cassava and brown sugar. That’s it."
"Is it really that simple?" Yu Chunmiao asked in surprise.
Zeng Yulan shot her a glance. "Simple? You still need to wash the tapioca flour."
After a moment of thought, she added, "I can also make ice cream; just milk and sugar will do. And I can make Gui Ling Gao too."
"Alright, alright, let’s keep some things under wraps and take it slow." Yu Chunmiao knew her grandmother had many skills but regretted being too lazy to learn them when she was younger.
"You’re truly my fortune goddess! I’ll have Qi Chong bring you water for a bath; the bathroom is right here in the house—so convenient!"
As they spoke, Qi Chong brought in water and firewood, busying himself in the bathhouse for Zeng Yulan.
Zeng Yulan clicked her tongue. "What luck you have to find such a handsome and considerate husband."
Yu Chunmiao looked at her grandmother, who was just thirty, with a slim figure and beautiful features—she could certainly be called a beauty.
Raising an eyebrow playfully, she said, "If you want one too, why not find someone?"
Zeng Yulan playfully slapped her on the backside. "You silly child! What are you talking about? I’m already fifteen; I wouldn’t even consider such things!"
Yu Chunmiao rubbed her backside and replied, "Why are you so feisty now? It was just a joke! If you want to find someone, go ahead; who cares?"
Qi Chong blew out the fire from the stove and chimed in, "Nonsense! You deserve a smack for that."
Hearing Qi Chong siding with her, Zeng Yulan raised her chin. "At least my son-in-law understands me! If this girl keeps talking nonsense, I’ll tell your husband all your embarrassing childhood stories."
Qi Chong perked up at that. "If you don’t say them, I’ll make sure to hear them from someone else!"
Seeing the two of them conspiring together against her made Yu Chunmiao feel uneasy. Not daring to confront her grandmother directly, she kicked Qi Chong playfully on the backside in frustration before storming out.
Of course, Zeng Yulan wouldn’t reveal any of her own stories unless Yu Chunmiao continued to misbehave.
As soon as Yu Chunmiao entered the room, she noticed that the bathtub was filled with water and fresh clothes were hanging on a rack nearby. On the wooden board across the tub lay lit candles and a cup of milk tea.
The tension from earlier had completely dissipated. That man, always so infuriating. After nearly twenty days of exhausting travel, she was utterly worn out and slid into the bathtub, reluctant to emerge.
Before long, Qi Chong burst through the door, first checking the water temperature before adding half a tub of hot water.
Yu Chunmiao reached out her damp hand to caress his face. How wonderful her husband was. Her words of praise, soft voice, and genuine affection made him raise his eyebrows and smile lightly.
He planted a gentle kiss in her palm and then brought over a cloth to help her wash.
“Sit up; let me scrub your back,” he said.
The warm, damp cloth glided over her smooth, fair skin, while his heated breath cascaded against her back, occasionally punctuated by a kiss.
Yu Chunmiao closed her eyes and tilted her head back, and his kiss landed on her lips, tracing their shape as their lips and tongues intertwined, exploring every corner.
Her water-drenched arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was tantalizingly close yet left her wanting more.
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