General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 482
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General, Madam Called You To Farm
Chapter 482 – Astonishing everyone (2)
Translator : Moon Lee
Editor : Tea
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Su Xiaoxiao returned home.
Father Su was sitting on a small stool, working on a wooden horse. He glanced up at her.
“You came back alone? Where’s Dahu?”
Su Xiaoxiao replied, “Oh, he went to the orchard with the owner of that house to pick fruits. There’s still meat stewing in the pot, so I came back first.”
Father Su knew the orchard, he’d passed its entrance several times. The fruits inside were plump and beautiful.
So fragrant…
Truly tempting.
His mouth watered at the thought.
Then, as if remembering something, Su Cheng suddenly spoke, “Daughter, have you had any medical visits scheduled recently?”
Su Xiaoxiao asked, “Yes, but not many. Why do you ask, Dad?”
Su Cheng said, “Well, you’ve been making pastries the past couple of days, right? I saw we couldn’t finish them, so your younger brother and I took some to sell at the market. And then… ahem… I happened to take on a small order along the way.”
“Oh.” Su Xiaoxiao was a little surprised. No wonder Su Ergou had half-sleepily asked her if they were selling cakes earlier, turns out they had already started!
“What kind of pastries do they want?” she asked.
Father Su said, “Just… wife’s cakes, any filling will do.”
-Wife’s cakes / Lao Po Ping (老婆饼)
“How many? And where should they be delivered?”
“Two hundred.” Su Cheng cleared his throat, “Spring Breeze Pavilion.”
Spring Breeze Pavilion, the largest brothel east of Zhuangyuan Street.
Su Xiaoxiao’s mouth twitched.
Dad, have those courtesan ladies taken a fancy to you again?
Ever since my dad started selling cakes, every woman in town seemed to suddenly be lining up to become my stepmother……
With an amused smile, she asked, “How much are they paying?”
Su Cheng held up two fingers.
“Two taels?” Su Xiaoxiao guessed.
Back in town, the girls had once bid up the price of Su Cheng’s cakes to a hundred copper coins each just to get his attention.
Su Cheng shook his head.
It couldn’t be two hundred copper coins, this was the capital, the prices in the capital weren’t that low.
Su Xiaoxiao guessed higher, “Twenty taels?”
Su Cheng: “Two hundred taels.”
Su Xiaoxiao: “!!!”
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That day, Zhong Shan also brought in an order.
After tasting the pastries Su Xiaoxiao had given him, he’d shared some with his former comrades.
Everyone liked the pastries and asked Zhong Shan where he bought them.
Zhong Shan made the gesture: “If you don’t have time to make them, I won’t insist on it.”
Su Xiaoxiao signed back: “I have time. I can have them ready by tomorrow morning.”
Soon after, Dahu returned home.
He was brought home by the young servant from that household.
The servant smiled brightly at Su Xiaoxiao. “Madam, my young master really likes the pastries you made. Could I trouble you to make another box tomorrow?”
As he spoke, he pulled out a money pouch and handed it to her.
Su Xiaoxiao thought: What’s going on today? All the orders are coming all at once?
Is this one of those ‘no business for three years, then three years’ worth of business in one day’ situations?
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After Dahu left, Ling Yun sat alone in his room, tuning his guzheng.
Strange… He hadn’t touched the guzheng in years, yet every string was perfectly in tune.
Master Zhang walked in carrying a steaming bowl of millet porridge.
“You should at least eat a few bites.” Master Zhang said.
“I already ate.” Ling Yun replied.
Master Zhang chuckled knowingly, “Don’t lie to me.”
“Really.” Ling Yun opened the pastry box on the table. “I finished it all.”
Master Zhang smiled faintly, “Wasn’t it Deng An who ate it?”
Deng An was the personal servant who attended to Ling Yun.
“I ate it,” Ling Yun said.
Master Zhang replied, “Here you go again… lying about eating just to avoid having to eat something now.”
Ling Yun thought for a moment. “If I’m lying, I’m a dog.”
Master Zhang: “…”
Getting Ling Yun to eat was harder than climbing to the heavens.
Master Zhang was used to it, so he changed the subject, “That new piece you composed today was impressive.”
Ling Yun looked at him strangely, “You composed something new?”
Master Zhang said, “It’s you who composed a new piece.”
Ling Yun asked, “Did I?”
Master Zhang replied, “Yes, you played it on the guzheng.”
Ling Yun stroked the strings before him and said, “I didn’t play it.”
Master Zhang was stunned.
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