By the time she took the person out, the cake shop could officially open for business.
The apprentices for the cake shop, Tang Lin had found, were sons and nephews of their own housekeeper, not much older, quick-witted, willing to endure hardship, and trustworthy; he had no worries that they would betray them after learning the trade.
Of course, these matters were all communicated by Yu Cheng.
Even though Tang Lin would have preferred to talk directly with Jiang Mianmian, Yu Cheng was stingy and refused to give him Jiang Mianmian's phone number.
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Jiang Changhai, carrying things on his back and hoisting Su Wanyu, walked home in the cool breeze, chatting and laughing.
When they arrived home, they saw their daughter still sitting at the dining table, doing her homework.
"Daughter, are you tired? Take a break, look, your grandma got you some eggs and corn, and we'll cook them for you tonight," Jiang Changhai said, shaking a small basket in front of Jiang Mianmian.
