Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Chapter 264: The Days Ahead are Dark and Gloomy

The door slammed shut, and Qin Lihua’s excited expression from thinking of a good idea had hardly faded as she blankly stared at the door.

What does it mean to be a mess?

An ungrateful wretch?

Aunt Si’s Bun Shop is in the county, and they only sell buns in the town, so how could they be stealing Aunt Si’s business?

She never expected Cai Jun to be so noble, getting upset just by hearing about selling buns.

In the end, it wasn’t because he was afraid of stealing Aunt Si’s business, but because he was worried that Sun Bingnan and the others would find out and accuse him of being an ungrateful wretch, right?

Qin Lihua suddenly felt that the future days were bleak.

In the scorching heat of July, even the cicadas on the trees sound lethargic.

Lin Chuxia finally managed to buy three ceiling fans for the Bun Shop after pulling some strings.

These days, the heat affected the bun shop’s business; people would stay home if they could, not to mention that the hot weather also affected their appetite.

"Big brother, how are the cooked foods selling these past few days? I’ve spoken to the department store, and they’ll reserve the first freezer for us when it arrives."

Qin Han stood under the ceiling fan with his hands on his hips, staring at the ceiling fan with a somewhat silly smile.

Upon hearing Lin Chuxia’s words, he immediately said, "That’s great. These days cooked food isn’t selling well, and even though it’s less, we still have to make two trips to the factory to pick up the goods, because it’s really easy for the food to go bad if we pick it up in the morning and keep it till afternoon. It would be so much better with a freezer."

He mentioned the freezer casually, but if it were before, Qin Han wouldn’t even dare to dream of such things.

He wouldn’t even dare to think about the ceiling fans above his head.

Those were the luxuries only the non-agricultural workers in the city could enjoy.

Now, not only were they using them, but there were even two in this shop.

And at home, the television set his younger brother and sister bought back the day before, which was meant to entertain their parents.

How many television sets could there be on the entire street of Qin Family Village? Not to mention buying one to entertain the elders, it was empowering even to think about it.

Lin Chuxia hadn’t expected that in the time she hadn’t been managing the Bun Shop, Qin Han had arranged everything so well.

In the summer heat, cooked food indeed wasn’t easy to keep fresh, and it was very easy to cause stomach problems if there were issues.

Qin Han had no experience in running a shop, yet he managed everything so thoughtfully, which was truly rare.

"Alright, then it’s settled. I’ll be heading back now."

After discussing the matter, Lin Chuxia didn’t want to stay at the Bun Shop anymore, desiring to find a quiet place in this kind of weather.

Speaking of which, her small courtyard was quite nice, with a square yard and two big trees in the middle.

Those two big trees were clearly ancient, lush and leafy, shading the entire yard.

The only shortcoming was that the yard was used as dormitory housing, so with more people living there, it also seemed somewhat cluttered.

Lin Chuxia thought about her finances again in her mind, concluding that she still had quite a surplus, and thought about buying another small courtyard later.

Having experienced the development of society once, Lin Chuxia knew that money at this time was both valuable and not valuable.

It was valuable because it had strong purchasing power; a few thousand yuan could buy a small courtyard.

It was not valuable in the sense of its own worth; a few thousand yuan placed in a bank would only depreciate after a decade or two.

The best strategy was still to convert it into a rising value real estate or land business.

While Lin Chuxia was thinking, a familiar figure appeared in the distance.

On a hot day, Li Guangyuan, wearing a white shirt and long pants, his hair slicked back as if with pomade to a degree that a fly could do splits on it, stopped with his bike at the gate of a small courtyard.