I became a cannon fodder and watched the drama in the period novels.

Chapter 79 Business
It is rainy in spring, with continuous spring rain, and the originally warm weather gradually cools down again.

When Shen Feifei woke up, she felt herself being hugged. She looked up and saw Song Qingfei's sleeping face. Her face blushed and she traced Song Qingfei's eyebrows with her fingers. Then she leaned over and kissed Song Qingfei on the lips.

After the kiss, I wanted to leave and was about to get up, but he pulled me back and gave me a passionate kiss.

After the kiss, Shen Feifei complained coquettishly: "It hurts so much, I still feel uncomfortable now, and I'm hungry."

Song Qingfei scratched her nose lovingly: "I'll go make breakfast for you, take your time to get up, and I'll rub your waist for you later."

After a while, Song Qingfei finished cooking and called Shen Feifei to get up and eat. Shen Feifei had already finished cleaning herself. She changed into her newly bought clothes, dressed stylishly, and put on light makeup. She acted coquettishly to Song Qingfei: "Brother, do I look good?"

"It looks good." Song Qingfei walked closer and kissed her.

Shen Feifei pulled his hand and shook it: "My legs still hurt, can you carry me over?"

Song Qingfei obediently carried Shen Feifei to the restaurant and put her next to the dining table. Song Qingfei also took a hot water bottle and put it on Shen Feifei's lap. Shen Feifei praised: "Brother, you are so considerate."

"Call me by my name, or call me like you did last night." After hearing what Song Qingfei said, Shen Feifei shouted, "Husband~"

After tasting the tomato and egg noodles made by Song Qingfei in the morning, Shen Feifei couldn't stop praising him: "Honey, your cooking is so delicious." She also said things like his cooking skills are really good, better than the chefs in the restaurant, etc., the main point was that he was just sweet-talking.

Shen Feifei now wants to control Song Qingfei. Although Song Qingfei treats her very well now, and he is rich and handsome, but men are men, so you can't be too nice to him, because men are all cheapskates.

Women should learn to act coquettishly and let men take the initiative to do things. The main thing is that they just need to praise and talk, and they don’t have to do anything else.

If a woman keeps doing housework at the beginning of marriage, the man will take it for granted.

Shen Feifei doesn't want this to happen. She is here to enjoy herself, to live a happy life with the man in front of her every day, and the daily necessities of life can be settled with money.

Of course, if Song Qingfei makes her feel dissatisfied and disappointed, then Shen Feifei will definitely not live with him. There are men everywhere, so if this one is not good, just switch to the next one.

Of course, these are all thoughts that are jumping around in Shen Feifei's little head, and it is impossible for Song Qingfei to know them. He is still swimming in love, and the whole person is like falling into a honey pot.

It’s not that Shen Feifei doesn’t love Song Qingfei. She likes Song Qingfei very much. It’s just that she is a sophisticated egoist. She loves herself more than others.

In the blink of an eye, Song Qingfei was about to start school, and Shen Feifei's shop was almost ready. After a week of shameless days, the two began to busy themselves with their own affairs.

Shen Feifei came to the shop early in the morning. Looking at the eye-catching plaque that could be seen from a distance, she nodded with satisfaction. She opened the door and first took out the ingredients to make cake bases and small biscuits. At the beginning, she didn't know how they would sell, so she didn't make much. She made two big cakes and twenty small cup cakes in one morning. The cream on each small cake was painted differently. She also baked thirty packs of small biscuits.

Shen Feifei pushed all these things out of the store using a custom-made glass cart so that passers-by could see them.

Then he put some clothes he had prepared on hangers and placed them at the door, and took out two mannequins, wearing a matching coat and denim suit. It was already eleven o'clock, and Shen Feifei sat at the door waiting for business to come. Zhao Tianhao would come over at ten o'clock to take the clothes and leave to check out the nearby units.

"It smells so good, mom, let's go and take a look." A child passing by pulled his mother's hand and wanted to go and take a look. It was obvious that the child had just returned home from school at noon.

The two of them came to Shen Feifei's shop. The child was stunned when he saw the various beautiful cakes on the cart. He pointed at a cake with a puppy painted on it and asked Shen Feifei: "Sister, how much is this cake?"

"The new store has just opened, and now everything in the store is 20% off. These small cakes are two yuan each." After hearing Shen Feifei's price, the child's mother frowned: "This cake is so small, why is it so expensive?"

Shen Feifei explained to her: "The raw materials for these cakes are all bought from other places, they are all good stuff, and the ovens used to make them are imported from abroad. These small cakes are sold for five yuan each in Shanghai."

Shen Feifei took out the samples she had prepared and showed them to the mother and son. "Try them. I learned how to make them from foreigners. They are Western desserts. This big cake is for birthday celebrations. It tastes really good. I use the best ingredients, so the price is naturally higher. After all, you get what you pay for."

After listening to Shen Feifei's long speech, the child's mother realized that this was a Western pastry, a high-end product. In this day and age, people still yearn for foreign products. What's more, the food tasted really good, so she readily paid for Shen Feifei and bought two pieces.

Shen Feifei packed it for her in a small box, and the woman was even more satisfied. She saw that the box was so beautiful, it was indeed a high-end product.

Shen Feifei grasped this mentality. She wanted to do business with rich people rather than taking the route of small profits but quick turnover.

After buying the cake, the woman saw the clothes next to her. She was very interested in the matching coat and skirt: "Girl, are these clothes for sale? How much are they?"

"Yes, this is the latest model that just came from Guangzhou. The coat costs fifty yuan, and the sweater and skirt inside are thirty yuan each." The woman hesitated when she heard the price. She liked this dress very much, but it was too expensive.

She started to bargain: "Can this coat be cheaper?"

Shen Feifei pretended to be embarrassed: "Since you are the first customer today, I will give you a 20% discount. If you want to buy it, I will charge you 40 yuan."

The woman looked at the dress and liked it more and more. She hadn't bought any clothes for the New Year this year, and she still had the bonus she got for the New Year. She made up her mind and asked, "If I buy this dress, can it be cheaper?"

"As for this outfit, I'll give you 20% off on all three pieces, so I'll charge you 88. To be honest, if you hadn't just bought a cake from me, and you were our first customer, I really wouldn't have sold it to you at this price. I don't make any money here, and it's just enough to cover the travel expenses for purchasing goods." Shen Feifei complained while talking about the price, making the woman feel like she was getting a great deal.

The woman calculated the price in her mind and found it was not bad. It was cheaper than the clothes sold in the mall, and the style was better. She touched the fabric of the clothes and felt that it was good. "Can I try this dress?"

"Of course you can. You're so beautiful, it will definitely look good on you." As she said this, she took the woman into the store and asked her to change clothes in the compartment she had prepared with thick curtains on the first floor. She put some clothes on the first floor so that she could take them at any time, and then she picked out the right size and handed it to the woman.

She placed a mirror at the entrance of the store, waiting for customers to try on clothes and see how they look.

(End of this chapter)