"Brother Ziqiu, I'm entrusting the preparations for the supermarket and school to you. As for the plan for the local courier route, hand it over to Cheng Mo. You must take shares, discuss the specific percentage between you. Also, please ask Uncle Zhong to select two capable and literate individuals and send them up the mountain. I'll start teaching them, along with Tong Chen. , some basic arithmetic and accounting methods."
"Alright, I'll take care of the tasks you assigned as soon as possible. Xiao Bei, if it's convenient, may I also send another person, Little Xi, to learn together?"
"What are you saying? We are strategic partners. There's more than just Little Xi to teach. As long as your side can handle it, feel free to send as many as you want."
While they were talking, Miss Huo had already happily sent tea and snacks several times. It looked great – a perfect match of talent and beauty. Under such gazes, Qiao Er felt increasingly awkward. After packing up the things on the table, he bid farewell and left the mountain.
"Oh, by the way, Bro Ziqiu, this is the milk tea I made. Have a few sips and see if you like it?" Xiangbei took a cup of goat milk, poured it out, and handed it to Qiao Er. Judging by the expression on Qiao Er's face as he drank, Xiangbei knew it was another positive review. So, she handed him two well-sealed bamboo tubes, "Have it on the way."
As Qiao Er passed by the stone yard, everyone was carrying the slurry to the side of the big stove, waiting for Xiangbei.
"Bro Ziqiu, how about waiting for another hour and taking some of our new products with you?"
"No problem. Riding down the mountain takes less than two hours. I'll be in town before sunset."
As the fire heated the water, the prepared slurry flowed through bamboo strainers into boiling water, forming floating noodles. Xiangbei had someone use several wooden poles to lift them, arranging them in circles of different lengths around the sunlight. Unnoticed by everyone, she moved two strands of sweet potato and taro noodles to the space camp. According to the time difference in the space, they should be dry in less than half an hour.
Xiangbei took a small pot and boiled a thick brown sugar syrup, adding it to the taro flour. She kneaded the dough into small pearls, boiled them, and added them to the goat milk tea. A cup of bubble milk tea was ready!
She also took a small bunch of semi-dried sweet potato noodles and stir-fried them with fragrant garlic and minced meat.
This lunch was thoroughly enjoyed by Qiao Ziqiu, who couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed privately. It turned out that an extra portion was added to the luggage for Cheng Mo.
They met at the water pavilion. Qiao Er noticed that within just two days, this place had turned into a bustling construction site.
A large bamboo house was set up at the water pavilion, and the camp was spread along both sides of the stream.
Cheng Mo rushed over when he saw Qiao Ziqiu. "Bro Ziqiu, are you alright? Everything is okay, right?"
"Alright, of course, but I'm not sure which aspect RenZai is asking about."
"You, you didn't agree to that unreliable marriage proposal, did you?"
"Oh? I think that marriage proposal is quite reliable."
"No, I won't allow you to agree."
"Yeah, I guess I'm not in a good position. If I don't agree to such a good marriage proposal, how can it be good?"
"Bro Ziqiu Ge, my brother Ziqiu, you're our big brother, you can't agree to it."
"On this matter, it's not just about whether I agree or not. The key is to see Xiangbei's opinion."
"Yes, yes, what does she say? She definitely won't agree, right?"
Qiao Ziqiu didn't say anything, just smiled and walked to the horse to pick up things from the luggage basket, explaining Xiangbei's instructions one by one. Cheng Mo wasn't in the mood to listen to these, shouting loudly to call Uncle Zhong and Uncle Shan, "Bro Ziqiu , you tell them later. First, tell me if she hasn't agreed, okay?"
"Alright, here, this is what she brought for you. Eat it while it's hot." Qiao Ziqiu took out a tube of milk tea and a pottery bowl wrapped in a cotton cover containing garlic-fried sweet potato noodles, smiling as he placed them on the stone platform for him to open.
"I knew my girl would remember me. It's delicious. Everything Bei makes for me is the most delicious."
"Indeed delicious, as the first taster, I also think so." Qiao Ziqiu mischievously lightly scratched Cheng Mo's most sensitive nerve, just because he didn't like his words "my girl".
"You!" Cheng Mo whistled, calling his horse, which was freely grazing in the woods. He mounted the horse and headed up the mountain, leaving behind a sentence in the wind for Uncle Shan: "I'm going to the manor now, Uncle Shan, widen the carriage road to Coal Mountain as quickly as possible."
When Xiangbei returned to the bedroom after helping to prepare several large baskets of noodles and pearl balls, a figure flashed behind her, pulling her into his arms and quickly covering her mouth. Before she could feel fear, Cheng Mo's nervous yet affectionate gaze captured her frantic eyes, silently expressing his longing and concern.