Peaceful Farm Life

Chapter 489: Chapter 489 She Admires Him_1

An Jingxin smiled secretly, raising an eyebrow, ”Didn’t you say you didn’t want it?”

Wang Youbao argued defiantly, ”Even so, you can’t just burn it. After all, Miss Li took the time to write it.”

Stubborn as a drowned duck. An Jingxin’s secret smile grew wider, though she didn’t show it and didn’t expose Wang Youbao’s pretense, simply saying, ”Now that the letter is in your hands, I could say I’ve completed the task my apprentice gave me. As for what you do with it, that’s up to you.”

”You...” Wang Youbao, holding the letter, suddenly felt as if he were handling a hot potato, reluctant to let An Jing and Xiao Changyi burn it again, but propriety made him feel he shouldn’t have accepted the letter, let alone read it.

As if oblivious to Wang Youbao’s dilemma, An Jing said, ”By the way, Youbao, did you buy sweet potatoes to make glass noodles? We’ve been away for over three months, and I have no idea whether you’ve made them or not.”

”I did.” Wang Youbao’s attention was immediately diverted, and he subconsciously tucked the letter into his chest, amusing An Jingxin. ”I followed your method, and they’ve been sold at the tavern. Now, our tavern’s business is so good that some people can’t even get a table, even if they queue up.”

Remembering something, Wang Youbao quickly added, ”An Jing, our two taverns are too small. I plan to open a branch in Hecheng County, what do you think of this idea?”

An Jing was quite surprised. After exchanging a glance with Xiao Changyi, she asked, ”Is the tavern really making that much money?”

Wang Youbao said, ”Previously, we could only make a bit over twenty thousand taels a month, never breaking thirty thousand taels. But since last month, when we started selling glass noodles at the tavern, the popularity of the glass noodles has been beyond your wildest imagination. On the second day of this month, the Accountant Mister tallied the accounts, and together, the two taverns made a whopping fifty-four thousand taels. A couple of days ago, I gave twenty-seven thousand of your share to Master Meng at your rice shop.”

After a pause, An Jing curiously asked, ”How much do you sell a bowl of hot and sour noodles for?”

Wang Youbao replied, ”One tael.”

An Jing: ”...”

Wang Youbao continued, ”These hot and sour noodles are really popular. Especially in cold weather, one bowl warms you up from the inside, and some people can even have three bowls in one go. Of course, the most important thing is, only Qian Wei Tavern has these glass noodles, allowing us to charge such a high price.”

An Jing was duly impressed by Wang Youbao. Fortunately, he wasn’t making money off farmers; which farmer could afford such a luxury? A bowl of hot and sour noodles for one tael of silver might not even fill you up!

Then, looking at her dear husband, and seeing him nod at her, she told Wang Youbao, ”Since it’s so profitable, then you should go ahead and open another branch. We have no objections.”

”Great!” Wang Youbao was thrilled. Opening a new branch meant making even more money, and how could he not be happy, being the money-lover that he is.

An Jing didn’t mince words with Wang Youbao, stating directly, ”I asked if you made glass noodles because I want you to give us some to take home to eat.”

If she hadn’t been pregnant, she could very well have made glass noodles at home with her husband.

But now that she was pregnant, her husband would absolutely not let her work so hard to make glass noodles. And her husband, alone, couldn’t make glass noodles; it was a task that required at least two people.

”We have plenty at home. Wait here, and I’ll have a servant grab some for you.” Having said that, Wang Youbao instructed a servant to fetch some glass noodles for them.