The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Wuhuaxi is located at the foot of Lingqiu more than ten miles away from Yangzhou city. Along the coast, in addition to the slowly weeping willows for shade, there are endless colorful chrysanthemums.

This is what Jiang qianxia boasted excitedly after listening to perilla. When he went to the place, it really deserved its reputation.

"Sure enough, the land price is still cheap, and the labor cost is also cheap. Feng Jiayang's gardeners who cook the flower fields don't need much money. It's just that the roads are paved in general. It's even better to use green slate in the flower fields. It's more elegant to go inside and pave the roads with pebbles."

"Is the land price cheap? Hehe, he deserves to be the big shopkeeper of wanbaoge. What he said is that he has the confidence to let us small businessmen and vendors stand high."

Jiang qianxia's family were not the only ones who came to the poetry fair. They just sighed casually. There were people who couldn't wait to make fun of the Feng family.

Looking at the carriage of the speaker, Jiang qianxia smiled calmly and didn't answer. He shook the Kesi round fan in his hand and walked to the pavilion where people came and went in front of weak Liu Fufeng.

"Master, just now that man ran against us, that's all?"

Perilla was a little angry, murmured, and pretended to stare back at the man.

Tuan fan tapped on her head. Jiang qianxia was too lazy to teach her. He rushed to boundless to pick his chin and motioned him to explain.

"The man has never seen the words on the carriage, and he is not the representative of any big business group. Although the carriage looks bright, the materials are only ordinary, and the workmanship is ordinary."

Slightly drooping his eyes, he said coldly: "I don't have the strength to talk to the master. I'm too light to pick and sink. I won't have any great achievements in the future, so the master doesn't need to pay attention to such people and reduce my worth."

It's not nice, but it's very true.

Although she didn't have the title of "general's wife" in name after she separated from Guli, as the big shopkeeper of wanbaoge, her assets are real.

Jiang qianxia can talk and laugh with the poorest veterans at will, and even serve them as a younger generation, but at that time, he did not do it as the master shopkeeper of wanbaoge.

Jiang qianxia is one of the people standing at the top of the pyramid at the poetry fair where businessmen gather.

Even if she doesn't mean to humiliate the people below, she must make this gesture, otherwise... She won't be respected.

"Miss Jiang qianxia, the big shopkeeper of wanbaoge, is here -"

Although the poetry club is located by the stream for "wild interest", there is still a circle. The maidservants of the Feng family who are responsible for entertaining guests are very discerning. At least it's not easy to recognize her directly no matter what way.

Just

"I'm the mother of children. Even if I'm single now, I'm a little ashamed to call Miss Jiang. I'd better call me Mrs. Jiang."

Jiang qianxia smiled gently. The slave and maid who sang the name nodded in fear and gratitude. She changed her name and sang again in the name of Mrs. Jiang, which led her to the low table of the mat that belonged to her.

I have to say that the Feng family's taste is really good.

Beside the stream and among the flowers, comfortable cushions were placed on the spread mats, and fresh fruits from the South and nectar from the West were placed on the low plane.

Under the table of Jiang Qianxia's ladies' family, there are also dark squares, which contain the small samples of perfume produced by Wan Bao Ge and the delicate powder and the mouth fat, which are used for makeup.

Delicate to such an extent, it can really make people feel at home and comfortable.

Knowing that she is not used to bending her knees and kneeling, she takes two steps quickly, folds the cushion to one side and gives Jiang qianxia a place to lean on.

Sitting down lazily, you can dive into the cool and clear stream with a slight probe, stir it twice, and hum in the comfortable River shallow summer.

"Mrs. Jiang's presence is really frightening."

A beautiful woman with a glorious dress came slowly. While talking, she had knelt down on the cushion and lowered her body. She was a little lower than Jiang qianxia, which was very face-saving.

"Sister Feng is serious. She has a long experience in coming to the poetry meeting. Shallow Xia is very proud."

Holding the hand of Feng's mistress intimately, Jiang qianxia smiled and looked familiar, which made Mrs. Feng stunned.

Touch Mrs. Feng's hand. Although it is well maintained, there are still some dark and fine lines on her hand after all.

Take over the endless glass bottles, pull off the cork, and pour out some delicate lotion on the back of Mrs. Feng's hand, gently knead it up.

"Sister, although there is a pleasant breeze in autumn, it is a little dry. Her hand is a woman's second face. It's a pity if she is hurt by the autumn wind and the hot sun."

The whole glass bottle was stuffed into Mrs. Feng's hand. Jiang qianxia said with a smile, "this is qianxia's own hand lotion. It's very complicated to make. The material is expensive. It's the best for moistening your hands. If you don't dislike it, take it."

Mrs. Feng is moved. Although she is the mother of the Feng family and has seen all kinds of treasures, who will reject these milk and water?

Let alone perfume, for example, what kind of inferior products will be used by the owner's own dispenser?

"Ha ha, ma'am is having a good talk with Mrs. Jiang here. I've put my husband aside."

Feng Wangshu, the master of the Feng family, came over with a laugh, quietly held his wife's hand, touched it delicately and moistly, and even had the touch of a girl's skin.

The heart vibrated, and even the face was dull for a moment.

Jiang qianxia saw clearly, blinked in his spare time, and watched the servant of the Feng family quickly lay a mat cushion on the side - is this ready to directly face her?

"Alas, Mrs. Jiang laughed at Feng's shallow knowledge."

Now that he was found, Feng Wangshu didn't stretch. He generously admitted his shock. Then he held his wife's hand and said with a smile: "I don't know when this can be bought in Wanbao pavilion?"

"My wife likes to do some embroidery occasionally, but it takes a lot of time. If she runs out of hand lotion and has no place to buy it, she thinks it's wrong for me to be a husband every day."

Although he knew that he was inquiring about trade secrets, Jiang qianxia could see that their relationship was really good.

After thinking about it, Jiang qianxia simply said, "although my sister uses it, qianxia will arrange the shopkeeper of Yangzhou city to send a bottle to my sister every month. The formula of moisturizing hand milk used in these four seasons is different, and the effect is also different. Wanbaoge is not ready to sell it for the time being."

"Is it lack of materials or..." Feng Wangshu continued to brazenly test.

Looking at him with a smile, Jiang qianxia shrugged and said, "the workshop originally set up by qianxia in Kyoto is used to make these women's household products. But you know..."

Needless to say, Feng Wangshu certainly knows how bad her reputation is in Kyoto. She was caught by her mother-in-law having an affair with others and left Beijing in a hurry. It's almost like running away.

Just look at her now, but she doesn't look embarrassed and embarrassed at all?