The voluptuous and beautiful nanny, Technician Shen fell for her.

He Jianjun directed Li Tiejun to place the large flower basket in the center of the glass door.

"Old Shen, my wife's business is opening today, and I booked the biggest flower basket in Jiang City." He Jianjun adjusted his sunglasses and showed off proudly.

Liu Hong, wrapped in a red woolen overcoat, walked over and slapped his hand away impatiently. "Alright, stop getting in the way. The auspicious time is almost here, hurry up and prepare the firecrackers."

At exactly 8:00 AM, the auspicious time arrived.

Shen Huai took a long string of red berries from Li Tiejun and hung them directly on the branches of the Chinese toon tree outside the courtyard gate.

He took out a match, struck one, and brought it close to the fuse.

"Crackling and popping—"

The deafening sound of firecrackers instantly rang out on Nanqiao Road, and bits of red paper flew everywhere with the north wind.

Shen Huai stepped back onto the steps, one hand in his pocket.

Today, he was wearing the white shirt that Su Nianhe had made by hand, with a jacket over it, the buttons undone. He was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, and just standing there at the door, he exuded a cold and unapproachable aura.

Across the street, a few street thugs wearing bell-bottoms and smoking cigarettes were peeking around.

They usually love to go to these newly opened private shops to join in the fun.

But just as they took a step forward, they looked up and met Shen Huai's cold face, and then looked at his muscular body, which was as solid as an iron plate.

The leader of the thugs swallowed hard, threw his cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped on it twice.

"Let's go, let's go, we can't afford to mess with this family."

The group of people tucked their tails between their legs and scurried away into the alley.

After the firecrackers were set off and the smoke cleared, the clothing store officially opened for business.

Less than half an hour later, the plump woman at the hardware counter of the department store strode in.

Behind her were two well-dressed women with big, wavy hair.

"Little Su!" the plump woman shouted at the top of her lungs, "I've brought you a customer!"

Su Nianhe was tidying up the spools of thread behind the counter when she heard the noise and quickly came out to greet them.

The plump woman pulled over two women behind her and introduced them, "This is Sister Zhao, the wife of our meat processing plant director, and this is Director Wang from the supply and marketing cooperative."

The two wealthy ladies looked around the small shop. Director Wang frowned, his tone clearly critical.

"Old Zhang, is that the tailor you mentioned whose skills are even better than those of the tailors in the provincial capital?" Director Wang looked at Su Nianhe's young and fair face. "This shop is too small; what kind of high-quality spring clothes can they possibly make?"

Su Nianhe was not intimidated at all.

"If you two ladies want to have spring clothes made, why don't you take a look at the styles first?" Su Nianhe's voice was clear and crisp. She turned around and took out the catalog she had researched from the counter drawer. The styles were all new and were spread out on the glass counter.

Director Wang and Sister Zhao went over to them.

The colorful designs in the catalog were extremely eye-catching, featuring waist-cinching padded-shoulder suits and boldly tailored dresses—styles that could never be found in Jiang City.

Their eyes lit up, and they couldn't stop turning the pages.

"This dress is beautiful," Sister Zhao said, pointing to a fitted long dress, "but with our figures, how can we possibly achieve the same effect as someone in a painting?"

Su Nianhe took the soft measuring tape next to her and hung it around her neck.

"Big sister, you have broad shoulders and a straight back, so this kind of suit collar with slight shoulder pads will best enhance your aura." Su Nianhe said, gesturing with her finger on the brochure. "Raise the waistline by two inches and make the hem slightly flared into an A-shape, which can hide all the fat on your stomach and make your legs look longer."

She took a step back, confidently displaying herself.

"Look at this one I'm wearing, it's based on this pattern. As long as the measurements are accurate, the finished product will be just as good as ready-made clothes from department stores."

The two wealthy women looked at Su Nianhe's extremely figure-hugging coat, then at Shen Huai, and listened to her fluent and professional vocabulary. All their doubts were dispelled.

"Okay, we'll do it your way!" Director Wang readily agreed. "Make two sets for me and Lao Zhao each, and use your best fabric."

Su Nianhe stepped forward with a soft measuring tape in her hand.

She moved extremely quickly, the measuring tape wrapped around Director Wang's shoulders, back, and waist, while she recited a string of numbers.

After taking the measurements, Su Nianhe returned to the back of the counter, took out a blue notebook, and wrote down the data.

Then, she began to manipulate the abacus on the table with her fingers.

"Crackling—crackling—"

The sound of the abacus beads striking each other was extremely crisp, and Su Nianhe moved the beads very quickly without pausing for a moment.

"Ladies, four sets of clothes, including labor and materials, will cost a total of one hundred and twenty yuan. A deposit of sixty yuan is required upfront," Su Nianhe quoted the total price.

Director Wang took out six ten-yuan bills from his briefcase and slapped them on the counter.

Su Nianhe picked up the money, counted it one bill at a time, and after confirming that everything was correct, carefully put it into the locked drawer at the bottom of the counter.

Her eyes sparkled, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, radiating an extremely pure, money-grubbing aura.

Shen Huai leaned against the wall beside the counter and didn't say a word the whole time.

He watched his wife count money with such practiced ease that her eyes shone and she could practically see afterimages on the abacus, and his eyes were full of indulgence.

After the two wealthy ladies and the plump woman left satisfied, Shen Huai walked behind the counter.

He naturally cupped Su Nianhe's head with his large hand, ran his fingers through her soft hair, and gently rubbed it a couple of times.

"Boss Su has a pretty good plan." Shen Huai's voice was clearly tinged with amusement.

Su Nianhe blushed and pushed the abacus aside.

"That's right, I've been practicing with the ledger for a long time these past few nights." She tilted her head back, her face full of pride. "One hundred and twenty yuan, after deducting the cost of the materials, I've made a net profit of several tens of yuan. A great start today."

Shen Huai gently stroked the tip of her upturned nose with his fingertip, without exposing the fact that she had actually learned something else last night.

A dull thud came from outside as a cane struck the ground.

Grandma Shen helped Grandpa Shen in slowly as they walked in.

"Nianhe, congratulations on your grand opening." Grandma Shen handed over a thick red paper package. "Grandma is adding some joy to your business."

Su Nianhe quickly took it and thanked her repeatedly.

Old Shen tilted his head, cupped his hands to his ears, and looked at the mannequins in the store from left to right.

"What? Selling wooden figures? These wooden figures are all smooth, can they even be used as firewood?" The old man's loud voice shook the glass door.

Li Tiejun, standing nearby, slapped his thigh with delight and whispered in the old man's ear, "Grandpa, that's a mannequin! For wearing clothes!"

"Writing the soles of shoes? Shoe soles don't need to be rubbed with wood!" Old Man Shen retorted seriously.

The whole group of people in the shop were doubled over with laughter.

On the first day of business, thanks to the reputation of the plump lady and the living signboard of Su Nianhe, they received several more orders.

The drawer for collecting money was crammed full.

As evening fell and the shop closed, Shen Huai carefully put the door panels back on one by one.

Su Nianhe carefully put the money into her canvas bag, slung it across her body, patted the bag with her small hand, and looked very confident.

"Let's go!" Su Nianhe waved her hand. "It's my treat today, a state-run restaurant, everyone order whatever you like!"

He Jianjun whistled loudly and helped Liu Hong walk ahead.

The group walked in a grand procession toward the state-run restaurant.

Despite the cold wind blowing on her face, Su Nianhe felt warm all over.

Shen Huai walked beside her, carrying her cloth bag containing scraps of clothing in one hand.

His large hand, concealed by the wide sleeves of his clothes, accurately grasped her hand, their fingers intertwined, tightly clenched in his palm.