Chuxia stayed at the Bun Shop until evening.
Today was the first day of business, and from the customer feedback, many issues could be identified.
However, everything was as she had anticipated; those who came for buns at noon spoke highly of their pork buns. There were even repeat customers in the evening.
The city is quite different from An City; the county is such a small place, and she has a pretty good grasp of the few bun shops there.
The larger the city, the more talent there is, and there are many capable people. It’s more difficult for them to dominate a market.
But for now, it looks good. As long as they keep up with the service, with the taste of their pork buns, they’ll surely be able to hold their ground here.
"Sister-in-law, I’m sorry that you’ll have to stay here for a few more days. Don’t worry about home and the kids."
Before leaving, Chuxia bid farewell to Gui Lan.
Gui Lan had managed to arrange everything at home before coming, so there was nothing to worry about.
Especially her son, who used to spend more time with his grandmother. Lately, Zhuangzhuang always clung to Chuxia, and she noticed her son had learned a lot.
From simple counting and addition-subtraction to reciting ancient poems, he had even been thumbing through and pronouncing the ’aoe’ of pinyin letters these days, no need to ask, she knew it was Lin Chu who taught him.
She and her husband were both rough and uneducated, having not studied much. If she weren’t working in the Bun Shop now requiring her to learn more, the little she learned before would have been wasted like eating bread into her stomach.
Who would have thought to teach the child?
She didn’t even need Lin Chu to say anything, with the child left to the care of his grandmother and Lin Chu, she was a hundred percent at ease. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"What is there to feel sorry for? I was already sick of seeing my brother’s face every day at home. It’s nice to get away and enjoy some peace and quiet. Don’t worry, Lin Chu, with your sister-in-law here to help you keep an eye on things, I’ll make sure to straighten these guys out before I leave."
Chuxia nodded with a smile, exchanged a few words with Jia Liang, and then she and Hou Xiaobao got on bus 121.
On the bus, Chuxia asked, "Were the things sent over?"
"They were sent over, and when Aunt Jia knew it was you, Mr. Lin, who bought her the gifts, she was over the moon, and kept asking me to thank you."
In the afternoon, Chuxia asked Hou Xiaobao to buy some things and send them to Jia Liang’s mother.
She could pretend to not know about the housing issue, but seeing Aunt Jia secretly wipe away tears during the opening, she still felt somewhat distressed.
"Is Aunt Jia alright?"
"She’s fine, doing well," Hou Xiaobao replied while driving.
And that wasn’t him trying to appease Chuxia. When he went there in the afternoon, Aunt Jia had already calmed down.
Not only that, but the old lady was humming a tune while cleaning the windows at home, telling him that her son was now the manager, who had a bit of status, and in case an employee came to visit him at home, she didn’t want it to be shabby and bring shame upon him.
Her enthusiasm was nowhere near the dissatisfaction she showed when they just moved in. She even said that moving closer to her son was wonderful to watch him flourish like this.
Hearing this, Chuxia also felt relieved, "Both Jia Liang and you are doing good. As long as you work hard, there’s hope for the future."
Hou Xiaobao agreed entirely with Mr. Lin’s words.
He now earned 80 yuan a month in salary, with food and accommodation provided at the workplace. If he works hard, in three to five years, he could buy a house.
With a house comes a home, and then it’d be perfect to marry a wife.
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