A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

As soon as she thought of it, Pei Xiaoqing asked someone to buy a big steamer and put it at the entrance of the restaurant. There was a stove under it, and there were several grids of steamed vegetables on it. Ask about the dishes inside.

Not to mention, there are really several big families who bought vegetables from other people's homes and went back to refill them to taste new ones.

Everyone's restaurants are becoming more and more suitable for ordinary people. The dishes they cook are shared between elegant and vulgar, and the business is getting more and more prosperous. The four restaurants in the town are opening soon, and the kitchens are getting bigger and bigger. Fortunately, there was no demolition in ancient times, and the land It's not every inch of land, even if there is someone who builds and builds indiscriminately, there will be no government officials to collect protection fees and demolish them.

The business is getting more and more prosperous. After everything is on the right track, Pei Xiaoqing is a little lazy to go out. Every day, someone sends the account book. She calculates the income and expenses, which is really good. There are hundreds of taels of silver in a day. .

Because people were not optimistic about Yuanbao at the beginning, it was considered Pei Xiaoqing's exclusive business, but Yuanbao also made a lot of effort, Pei Xiaoqing still gave him [-]% of the dividend, but Yuanbao didn't want it, her small eyes dodged and went straight to Zisang Look, Pei Xiaoqing was amused, she knew what he meant, but she didn't want to tell him the truth, didn't this idiot know how to please himself?

"...I didn't put much effort into it, young master, don't be so polite."

"It's your credit, so naturally you will be rewarded. In business, you deserve it. It's you, don't be polite."

"If the young master insists on giving it, in fact... In fact, my family is not short of this money... That's just..."

"I know that the Jin family has money, but if you have money, it's yours. I can't afford to give you a penny." Pei Xiaoqing just refused to order some clothes.

"Actually... my father didn't take the benefits of this idea seriously. Well, if the young master insists on giving it..." Yuan Bao's eyelids almost blinked together, and his brows were raised several times, but The youngest son wanted to pretend to be confused, his face was flushed, but Zisang beside him turned dark, turned around and went into the house.

Yuan Bao said anxiously: "The youngest son will give the bonus to Zisang, she will always prepare a dowry in the future, since she has money to live on, it will be convenient for her to do things."

Zisanga's hands that lifted the door curtain were a little stiff, her back straightened and she didn't turn around.

Pei Xiaoqing raised her eyebrows and said, "You mean that Zisang has no dowry, are you afraid that old man Jin will dislike her?"

Zisang's ears were about to stand up, but she blushed and still didn't turn around.

Yuan Bao was in a hurry: "It's nothing, my father never said that, I just... just want her to live better."

"Then you mean that my master treated her badly?" The more anxious Pei Xiaoqing saw Yuan Bao, the more she wanted to tease him.

Sure enough, Yuan Bao stuttered as soon as he spoke, "I...I...I didn't...I didn't mean that, well, it wasn't a dowry...it was...it was..."

"Why isn't it the dowry? I thought you were Zisang's family. I was taken aback, thinking you didn't want to marry Zisang." Pei Xiaoqing's eyes turned into crescent buds, and she tried her best to hold back her dissatisfaction. Let yourself laugh out loud.

"Girl..." Zisang was finally too ashamed to listen any longer, and stomped her feet.

"It's not...it's not a dowry, it's...a betrothal gift." Yuan Bao thought that Zisang was angry, and became even more anxious.

"So it's a betrothal gift. I don't know who you hired? Where is the matchmaker? Marriage is a major event, isn't it the order of the parents? It can't be done by just answering with two lips. You have to follow the rules."