When Lin Chuxia arrived at the Su’s, Su Wensong had already cleaned up the yard, with the cart holding ingredients parked but not yet unloaded.
Seeing her arrival, Granny Su asked if she’d eaten breakfast and went on to make her some sugar water.
Lin Chuxia smiled as she took the water, "Granny, don’t fuss over me, I’ll be coming every day from now on."
Granny Su knew today was the grand opening of the Bun Shop and, pointing to a covered plaque, said, "What do you think of this? That naughty boy brought it back yesterday and insisted that my writing isn’t as good as it used to be. It’s true I haven’t written in a long time."
A couple of days earlier, they had discussed the name of the bun shop; Su Wensong volunteered to make the plaque himself, and Lin Chuxia trusted him fully, so she left the task entirely to him.
Lin Chuxia lifted the cloth, and below were five golden characters, "Qin’s Buns Shop". The first two smaller characters were vertically placed; the words ’Buns Shop’ spread across the entirety of the plaque, but the most important part was the calligraphy...
She looked in astonishment at Su Wensong beside her, who smiled simply, saying, "My granny’s surname is Lou," having not expected Lin Chuxia to recognize the writing.
Without her past life’s experiences, Lin Chuxia wouldn’t recognize the characters and would merely think they flowed beautifully with artistic grace.
But with memories from her past life, she clearly remembered an auction where an ancestral masterpiece by a female artist surnamed Lou, named Lu Huazhuo, pen name Yu Qiong, was sold.
It was revealed that, because of her name, her work was nearly destroyed once, and the elderly woman never picked up the brush again, making her paintings and calligraphy extremely precious. Back then, her calligraphy fetched sixty million from a collector.
It turned out Granny Su was indeed that talented and ethereal woman.
"Granny, your writing is absolutely beautiful, don’t listen to Brother Su. With your calligraphy, our Bun Shop is sure to be successful."
"It’s good enough if Lin doesn’t mind," Granny Su laughed happily.
"Of course, I don’t mind," getting a Bun Shop sign named by Lou Huazhuo personally, Lin Chuxia couldn’t even imagine whether the storefront or the plaque would be more valuable in the future.
"What’s there to mind? Boss Lin, don’t mind me," Granny Sun walked in from outside, joining the conversation with a chuckle, "Am I too late?"
"Not at all, we aren’t selling breakfast today, there’s still time."
Since yesterday, Granny Sun had started working, cleaning the kitchenware, tables, and chairs tirelessly.
And she was indeed skillful at it.
Changing her role and perspective, her previous pettiness and scheming were nowhere felt; instead, she seemed straightforward and generous, carrying a rustic charm.
"That’s good; I’ll go pick some vegetables," Granny Sun didn’t hold back.
She couldn’t sit still, which is why she was selling buns at her age.
Now with a proper job, although working without pay for the first month, the thought of earning a monthly salary thereafter was motivating.
Su Wensong and Lin Chuxia also began to get busy, unloading the cart, Su Wensong chopping the meat, Lin Chuxia and Granny Sun preparing the vegetarian stuffing.
Soon, Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin arrived.
After serving the buns stuffed with thin-skinned and large fillings to Lord Stove, the fire was lit.
The first batch of buns were steamed and ready by ten fifty.
Su Wensong installed the plaque, still draped with a red cloth, and hung firecrackers in front of the shop.
These preparations drew the curiosity of passersby.
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