Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

The designs of each cup were very beautiful, and the logo of the Sugar House was printed on it. This logo was drawn by Jian Qingqing, and when the time came, the shop board would also use this logo.

Originally, they wanted to make iron straws, but they were too expensive, and the cost of making them was too high. They could only ask carpenters to make bamboo straws.

The bamboo straw only needed to be polished and cleaned. The customers would throw it away after drinking it, so she did not feel bad.

After everything was ready, she still needed to ask the workers to help. Mother Jian thought for a long time and decided to ask Jian Qingqings opinion.

“Big Sister, what do you think about hiring a female worker?”

Jian Qingqing looked at her mother in surprise. She originally thought that she wanted to hire a male worker. After all, almost all shop assistants nowadays were male workers, except for those who sold jewelry and made clothes.

Mother Jian was a little embarrassed and said, “I saw a woman today. She was

not older than me, but she had a much more pitiful life than me. She was a

widow and had been counting on her child to live. She did not expect that the

child was sick and did not have the money to treat her. She just knelt at the

entrance of the pharmacy and cried. Her hair had turned white. Her mother

saw that she was pitiful and gave her some money to treat her illness. So, her

mother thought of giving her a chance to work in the shop.”

As she spoke, she sighed. “If it weren’t for you, Mother might not have fared any better than she did. Mother still remembers the year of the drought. You were so hungry that you hugged Mother and sucked on my fingers. Mother didn’t have the ability and couldn’t feed you anything. At that time, I wished that I could cut off my own flesh and feed it to you. Mother thought that if I could have a job at that time, I would be willing to do anything.”

Speaking of the old days, Mother Jian was a little choked up.

Jian Qingqing hugged her and patted her back. She comforted her, “It’s alright now. Everything is in the past now. I’ve worked so hard just to let all of you live a good life.”

Mistress Jian wiped her tears and said, “That’s why I thought that if I could help those poor people, I would be rewarded.”

Jian Qingqing nodded. “You can do whatever you want, but you have to investigate those people carefully. Otherwise, you might attract trouble.”

Mistress Jian smiled and nodded. “I know.”

On the day of the new store’s opening, Jian Qingqing’s friends went to congratulate her, and many customers who had tasted the cake went to support her.

The store was very lively, and a few of the employees were busy.

The new shop opened, and the desserts and milk tea were enough. They even gave each customer a small gift.

Mother Jian personally gave Jian Qingqings friends desserts and milk tea. Jian Qingqing was chatting with them.

“Mother, you sit too. Don’t be so busy with so many shop assistants.”

Mother Jian smiled and said, “What can I talk to you guys about? You guys have fun. I’ll go take a look.”

Wei Wusheng picked up the bread on the table and took a big bite. He praised, “It’s really not bad!”

He had eaten the cake before. Jian Qingqing had given it to him to eat before. He liked it very much, but he did not expect the bread to be so delicious.

The bread was a little dry, so he took a sip of milk tea.

This milk tea had fruit in it. It had a fruity fragrance and was also very delicious.

Ming Zhiyan had taken a bite of the bread, his first reaction was not to think that it was delicious. Instead, he asked, “How long can this bread last?”

Jian Qingqing knew what he meant by asking this. She shook her head and said, “It can only last for three to five days at most. If the weather is hot, it will be even shorter. However, if it is roasted dry, it will last longer.”

Ming Zhiyan nodded regretfully. If it could last longer, it could be used as military rations..