jdhmnovel Chapter 326 His Little Thoughts
Chapter 326 His Little Thoughts
"Next we're going to fabric shops, leather goods shops, and all sorts of physical stores. We're still busy."
"But they've just gone through a period of national mourning, so they probably aren't in the mood to do business right now."
"No, no, no, right now they are in a time when everything needs to be rebuilt."
“Once the trade route opens up, many merchants will hear the news and flock to it.”
"And since we are among the first foreign merchants, you should investigate how your Fang-branded business can be located here."
"Yes, what the boss says is true. I didn't see things clearly enough."
To be honest, doing business was Fang Yuerong's job; Wu Ziyan just wanted to go out for a stroll.
Because since arriving in Xiaorong Kingdom, they have been constantly being chased and hiding from being chased.
If you haven't had a proper look at this country, you should at least bring back some local specialties.
When they came out, they noticed that the people's attire was simple at the top and patterned at the bottom.
Some of them wore fur collars, which looked like the attire of ethnic minorities, and the butcher shops mainly sold beef and mutton.
With his local specialty rosin stone and nourishing herbs at his disposal, Wu Ziyan completely forgot about doing business.
She simply led Fang Yuerong from one shop to another, browsing around and buying some loose pastries and snacks.
However, Fang Yuerong did not forget his main business. Every time he entered a shop, he would take a look at it.
Then, while Wu Ziyan was buying things from all over the place, he went to inquire about the shop's turnover and customer flow.
But after summarizing his findings, he discovered that the people of this country also have a unique love for fragrance.
That's exactly what their Hundred Fragrance Pavilion and Moon Banyan Pavilion are good at; there's no need for any other research.
Just copy a branch over.
“Look, there’s a place selling mutton soup up ahead. Let’s go have a bowl, Yue Rong.”
"it is good."
They sat down on the small stools and called out to the waiter for two flatbreads and two bowls of mutton soup.
The waiter had a white cloth wrapped around his arm as he mourned the Empress, but he still had to keep his business running, or he would starve.
"Two flatbreads and two bowls of mutton soup are probably not enough for you two guests. How about we serve you a bowl of mutton soup and half a flatbread?"
"No need, we can finish it."
When the waiter saw that she wouldn't listen to his advice, he called out from the kitchen, "Two servings of mutton soup and two flatbreads."
Wu Ziyan's mind may be like that of mutton soup in later generations, served in a small bowl with flatbread.
The pancake was only about the size of a fist, but when the waiter brought it and the soup over, she was dumbfounded.
That pancake looked like it was cooked in a pan, a pan the size of a washbasin.
The soup was served in a large bowl, and it contained a lot of meat. It smelled delicious, but the portion was really too much.
"Um...may I ask if you can take it to go?"
"OK."
This is such a big portion; it looks like it could feed five or six people.
No wonder I advised them not to order so much; they're such a conscientious business owner.
They only ordered two small bowls filled with mutton soup. After taking a sip, they felt warm all over. The flatbread was also freshly baked and incredibly crispy.
One bite and the pancake crumbled, sticking to Wu Ziyan's chin.
Fang Yuerong gently shook the crumbs off her with her fingers, showing great affection.
This is what they call a peaceful and quiet life, with time stretching out. After taking a couple of bites, Wu Ziyan pointed to Fang Yuerong's pancake.
"Give me a bite of yours, yours smells like pepper."
"It does have a bit of a peppery taste. Well then, boss, give me yours."
Although it may seem like a small thing, exchanging bites of biscuits is a rather ambiguous act.
After paying for the meal, I asked the waiter to take the rest of the food to the post station.
They needed to keep going, at least to explore all of these streets.
"Master, do you remember watching the lanterns in Manluo last time?"
"I remember you, you're incredibly cunning!"
"I don't like my employer."
Wu Ziyan thought she had misheard. What had Fang Yuerong just said? That she didn't like her?
Is there something wrong with her ears? Or is she hallucinating?
Fang Yuerong could see Wu Ziyan's expression change repeatedly, reflecting thoughts, grief, and confusion.
He gave a very calm smile, his eyes filled with doting affection as he patted her head.
Wu Ziyan dodged very rationally, and even started to throw a little tantrum.
"If you don't like me, don't do things that make me misunderstand."
She didn't know why she was angry.
She herself knew that her relationship with Fang Yuerong was nothing more than a mutually beneficial collaboration.
Why is she unhappy?
"My boss, why are you angry? You haven't even listened to what I had to say properly."
What I'm trying to say is, I might have become infatuated with you. No, I should say I've fallen in love with you.
Love! It seems that no one has explicitly said they love her for so long.
Hearing such a confession, I even found it a bit unbelievable. Is it love?
Seeing her stunned, Fang Yuerong pinched her cheek again; it was soft and chubby.
He reached out and cupped her face in his hands. She looked up into his eyes, her throat bobbing involuntarily.
Wait, this is happening in public! No! You can't do that.
There happened to be an umbrella shop next door, and Fang Yuerong casually tossed down a tael of cash.
He picked up an umbrella and opened it, blocking their faces.
He cupped her face in one hand and held an umbrella in the other to block others' view, a sly smile on his face.
He noticed that there were two pairs of eyes looking in their direction from both sides of the street.
This time, his kiss had a demanding quality, a domineering entanglement that left Wu Ziyan almost completely blank-minded.
She wasn't prepared at all; she's actually quite the doting wife type. Who wouldn't be moved by that scene?
She gripped his shirt tightly with one hand, wrinkling it all over.
But Fang Yuerong showed no sign of letting go, instead guiding her to slowly turn her head, her eyes even lingering on her lips.
"Master, is it ready?"
"No, could you come to my room tonight? I'd like to discuss with you what kind of business we should be doing here."
They ostensibly talk business, but once the door is closed, who knows what they're really up to?
Seeing the serious look in his eyes, Fang Yuerong raised an eyebrow and nodded: "That depends on whether those two are willing or not."
"I'm willing to do it."
The umbrella was folded up, and Wu Ziyan took his arm and even rested her head on his shoulder.
Like a spoiled brat, she was dragged along by him, laughing and joking all the way, looking just like a little girl.
People on the roadside, seeing how close they were, assumed that Fang Yuerong was her brother.
After all, what woman would flirt with her man in the street? That would be utterly devoid of femininity!