Chapter 121-125

Chapter 121: Smart

Zhao Dahu and Zhao Erhu were beaming with pride at being entrusted with such an important task. Their chests puffed out slightly as they repeatedly assured Xia Mingyue that they would complete the assignment without fail.

"Old rules——do well, and there will be rewards." Xia Mingyue's voice carried the weight of generosity and encouragement.

"Don't worry, Auntie! We'll handle it!"

The promise of rewards ignited a new fire in the brothers’ eyes. Their motivation surged by at least twenty percent as they set off, eager to gather information about the franchise applicants.

As they walked down the bustling street, Zhao Erhu suddenly halted and turned to his older brother. "I think we should ask about the same applicants separately," he suggested. "It's reliable that way."

Zhao Dahu frowned, rubbing his chin. "Why? Wouldn't it be faster if I asked one person and you asked another?"

His logic was simple: time was short, and efficiency was key.

Zhao Erhu shook his head. "If we each inquire different persons separately, we might get biased results. Our personal impressions could affect our judgment. Instead, we should both ask about the same person, then compare what we've heard. That way, we can get a clearer, more objective picture."

Zhao Dahu mulled over his brother’s words, then nodded approvingly. "That actually makes sense. You might be onto something."

A rare moment of praise from his elder brother left Zhao Erhu feeling slightly embarrassed. But just as he was about to bask in the compliment, Zhao Dahu smirked and added, "Of course, I’m still smarter than you. But don’t feel bad! When you’re older, you might just be almost as smart as me."

He gave Zhao Erhu’s shoulder a firm pat, his expression full of self-assurance.

Zhao Erhu stared at him, momentarily speechless.

Alright, as long as you're happy, brother.

With their plan in place, the brothers got to work.

Meanwhile, back at Xia Mingyue’s residence, things were progressing steadily. As she discussed potential franchisees with Jiang Zhuguo and Sister Lu, the two brothers periodically returned with their findings. After careful screening and deliberation, Xia Mingyue settled on two more applicants to join her growing network.

One was Madam Luo, a woman whose struggles mirrored those of Madam Qiao. Her husband, once a soldier, had returned from war crippled——three fingers missing from his right hand, his ability to work severely diminished. He spent his days weaving straw sandals and bamboo baskets, but his limited dexterity made even that difficult.

The Luo family’s burdens were heavy. Elderly in-laws, two young children, and an uncertain livelihood made every meal a question of luck. Some months, they had enough to eat; others, they tightened their belts and endured hunger. Madam Luo herself was thin and pale from years of hardship, her face etched with exhaustion.

The second was Yu Chuntao, a young woman just a year older than Jiang Zhuguo. She had two older brothers who had both joined the army——one had perished on the battlefield, the other returned with grave injuries. Their mother, stricken with grief, had taken to bed, unable to recover from the loss.

The family's financial situation was dire. Part of the war pension had been claimed by Yu Chuntao’s eldest sister-in-law, who had left to raise her children at her own parents’ home. The remainder was spent on medical expenses for her wounded brother and ailing mother. With resources stretched to the limit, they often had to ration their food.

Despite their struggles, both women had strong reputations in their neighborhoods. They were hardworking, honest, and determined to support their families.

After speaking with them extensively, Xia Mingyue saw in them the resilience and spirit needed to run a business. Satisfied with their potential, she signed the necessary documents and began teaching them the trade.

While training was underway, Madam Qiao launched her cold pot skewer stall.

Her temporary location was set on North Street——some distance from Jiang Erniu’s Xia Ji, but still a lively, well-frequented area. The skewers, with their bold flavors and unique preparation, immediately attracted attention.

The star of the menu was the signature fish balls——rarely found elsewhere. Customers were drawn in by curiosity, then captivated by the rich taste.

The North City District is home to many temporary laborers. After a long day of physically demanding work, they often reward themselves with a drink or two, accompanied by something rich and flavorful to eat. It’s their way of washing away fatigue and celebrating another day's hard-earned wages.

However, for someone like them, indulging in such luxuries wasn’t always easy. A whole roasted chicken or duck was beyond their budget, and buying only a small portion of braised meat by weight felt embarrassing——they could already hear the judgmental whispers and laughter of others. But now, they had found the perfect alternative: a few skewers of cold pot. They were affordable, dripping with oil and bold flavors, and paired perfectly with a good drink.

They carried their skewers home, their red oil sauce glistening in the light, releasing an intoxicating aroma. With a few simple additions——some shredded tofu and a handful of crunchy peanuts——they transformed into a hearty meat-and-vegetable salad. Two sesame cakes and a pot of fragrant rice wine completed their humble yet deeply satisfying meal.

Life didn’t need to be extravagant to be fulfilling.

The skewers they bought came from Xia Ji, a brand quickly gaining popularity. But beyond the delicious and budget-friendly food, there was something else that made people return: Madam Qiao’s warm, welcoming smile. Her sincerity created an inviting atmosphere, drawing in a steady stream of customers.

On the very first day of her opening, Madam Qiao’s skewers sold out within an hour and a half.

As the days passed, her business flourished. The crowd of customers grew, and so did her earnings. Each evening, as she packed up her now-—empty stall cart and counted the weighty bag of copper coins in her hands, emotions swelled in her chest. Her eyes turned red with gratitude, and she couldn’t stop herself from repeatedly murmuring, “Thank you so much, Madam Xia.... Thank you so much....”

It was because of Xia Mingyue’s kindness that she had this opportunity——to learn, to work, and to earn an honest living. Xia Mingyue had taken her in, taught her skills, and given her a place in the team when no one else would.

With the money she made from selling cold pot skewers, she could now provide not only food and clothing for her family but also, the much-needed medicine for Liu Shanhuai. He no longer had to endure pain in silence, no longer had to bite down on a pillow just to suppress his agony because they couldn’t afford painkillers.

Thinking of this, Madam Qiao couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. They streamed down her cheeks, filled with both relief and hope for the future.

Xia Mingyue, seeing Madam Qiao’s overwhelming emotions, simply smiled. She understood the hardships Madam Qiao had faced and the sheer joy that came with finally seeing a light at the end of a long, dark tunnel.

But she also knew that success could be fleeting.

“Madam Qiao, the success of this business is due to your own dedication,” she said gently. “Even if the food is delicious, it wouldn’t sell without someone putting in the effort. However, this is just the beginning. Early success can be deceiving, and it’s easy to grow careless. You must remain steady, patient, and disciplined. Never let pride or overconfidence cloud your judgment.”

It was easy to make money, but keeping it——sustaining a business——was the real challenge.

Xia Mingyue had seen many who, after struggling for years, finally made a bit of money and let their newfound wealth blind them. Some became complacent, some reckless, and before they realized it, they were back where they started——or worse.

Madam Qiao nodded eagerly, determination shining through her tear-filled eyes. “Don’t worry, Madam Xia. I understand. I won’t let this opportunity slip away. I will work hard and do my best to keep this business running.”

For her, this wasn’t just a way to make money——it was a lifeline. The only thing keeping her family afloat. And she would hold onto it with all her strength.

Satisfied with Madam Qiao’s resolve, Xia Mingyue turned her attention to another matter. She needed to check on Madam Luo and Yu Chuntao, who were also preparing to launch their own stall carts.

Their carts were nearly ready, and in just two days, they too would begin selling. Supplies were being gathered, locations had been chosen; and soon, they would take their first step toward financial independence.

The placement of their carts had been carefully considered. One would be set up where Xia Mingyue and Sister Lu had previously sold cold pot skewers——a spot that, while not as bustling as Dongcheng District, had already developed a steady and loyal customer base thanks to their earlier efforts. The other would be on East Street, a lively and promising area.

Madam Luo, thoughtful as ever, suggested that Yu Chuntao take the West Street location instead.

“Chuntao’s home is closer to West Street,” she reasoned. “It’ll be easier for her to go back and forth, and she can still return home at noon to cook for her family.”

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Chapter 122: Blocking the Way to Survival

"My two little ones are already able to help with chores. They follow me around every day, so running a little farther won’t be a problem," Madam Luo said with a gentle smile.

Then, she turned to Yu Chuntao and added warmly, "Chuntao, you’re more than capable, but you're still young. Sometimes, you’re too reserved. West Street will be easier for you to handle."

Yu Chuntao was a bright yet timid young girl, still not fully an adult, yet burdened with the responsibility of supporting her family. If she struggled in a new and unfamiliar place, it would weigh heavily on her heart. Moreover, East Street was a bustling hub, filled with well-dressed merchants, wealthy patrons, and the occasional smooth-talking scoundrel. If an unmarried girl like Chuntao encountered someone who tried to take advantage of her under the guise of status, not only would she suffer, but her reputation could be irreparably damaged.

West Street, on the other hand, was different. The presence of Xia Ji’s brand was like a protective shield.

Wu Xiong, ever the fierce guardian, had spent the past few days making it clear to everyone that crossing Xia Ji would have dire consequences. His threats carried weight——just recently, a tall, thin man who had plotted against Xia Mingyue had been beaten so badly that his own family barely recognized him. No one dared to cause trouble in an area under Xia Ji’s influence.

Thus, for Chuntao’s safety and peace of mind, West Street was the best choice.

Understanding Madam Luo’s thoughtful intentions, Yu Chuntao felt deeply moved. She clasped Madam Luo’s hands and said sincerely, "Thank you, Madam Luo. Really, thank you."

Madam Luo waved it off with a smile. "Why thank me? If anyone deserves thanks, it’s Madam Xia."

She glanced at Xia Mingyue, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Yes, that’s right! Thank you, Madam Xia. Thank you so much!" Yu Chuntao bowed repeatedly to Xia Mingyue.

Xia Mingyue quickly stopped her, a mix of amusement and exasperation on her face. "Alright, alright, no need to be so formal. Just do well in your business."

She was pleased with Madam Luo and Yu Chuntao’s ability to balance personal needs with fairness. They weren’t just thinking of themselves——they understood the importance of cooperation and long-term success.

"I'm not a saint," Xia Mingyue said, half-jokingly. "I'm just a merchant. If you both do well, you’ll buy more from Xia Ji, and I’ll make more money off of you. That’s all."

Her teasing remark made everyone laugh.

Yet, after they laughed, the sentiment lingered——Xia Mingyue never called herself a good person, but in their eyes, she truly was.

*****

Over the next few days, Xia Mingyue’s name spread across Jinqiu County. In tea shops, on doorsteps, and among the women chatting in the marketplace, her name was frequently mentioned.

"This Madam Xia is truly kindhearted."

"Yes! She helps widows and orphans, even teaching them how to make a living."

"Such a good person...."

"A rare one, indeed!"

However, in the midst of these praises, a sharp, disdainful voice cut through the chatter.

"A good person?" Madam Ma sneered, arms crossed as she glanced around at the gathered women. "You all are so easily bought. Just a little favor, and you’re singing her praises like she’s a saint."

The lively conversation died down, and all eyes turned toward Madam Ma.

Seeing that she had their attention, she spat onto the ground and continued, "Tell me, am I wrong?"

Her voice was filled with scorn. "That woman surnamed Xia sure knows how to talk sweet. She makes it seem like she’s giving these people a bargain, charging just a tael or two to join her business. But in reality? They still have to pay her every month! She doesn’t cut them a single penny of slack."

The crowd exchanged uncertain glances.

"And it doesn’t stop there!" Madam Ma pressed on. "She forces them to buy all their ingredients from Xia Ji. Isn’t that just trapping them? They think they’re learning a trade, but they’ll never be free of her! They work from dawn to dusk, rain or shine, only to send most of their earnings right back to her. You call that kindness? She’s just making money off their backs!

She should be ashamed, acting like a savior while she skins them alive!"

She spat on the ground again, this time with extra force, as if trying to wipe Xia Mingyue’s name from existence.

For a moment, there was silence.

Aunt Feng, the eldest among them, finally spoke. Her hands, rough and weathered from years of labor, stilled as she turned her sharp gaze toward Madam Ma. "According to your reasoning, what exactly should Madam Xia do to be considered a good person?"

Madam Ma scoffed, arms crossed, her voice brimming with self-righteousness. "She shouldn’t charge a single penny! If she truly wanted to help people, she’d let them join for free. On top of that, she should teach them how to make every single ingredient from scratch, so they wouldn’t have to buy from Xia Ji. And she should allow them to prepare their own meat dishes however they please, rather than forcing them to follow her methods."

She paused for dramatic effect, before adding with a sneer, "That’s how it should be."

"Otherwise," Madam Ma continued, her tone growing sharper, "she’s just pretending to be generous while still profiting off of others! Acting like a saint while secretly taking advantage of people——what a joke! She’s nothing but a fraud."

With that, she spat on the ground, the glob of saliva mixed with thick phlegm landing conspicuously in the dust. It was an unpleasant sight——an eyesore that mirrored the bitterness in her heart.

The crowd fell silent for a moment, before Aunt Feng let out a slow sigh.

"Madam Xia has never once claimed to be a good person," she said, her voice steady and unhurried. "We call her that because we recognize her kindness. That’s the first thing."

As she spoke, she twisted the fine cotton thread in her hands, intertwining it with a strand of coarse hemp rope. Then, with practiced ease, she rubbed her thick needle against her graying scalp before stabbing it firmly into the sole of the thousand-layer cloth shoe she was mending.

"And secondly," she continued, "the money for joining the cold pot skewer franchise was supposed to be paid in full. But Madam Xia chose to offer special discounts to women who have suffered hardships. That was her own act of kindness. A decent person would recognize that and be grateful. Only the truly greedy——those who are never satisfied——would demand even more."

She lifted her head slightly, her wise, aged eyes locking onto Madam Ma’s.

"Cold pot skewers are Madam Xia’s livelihood. Why should she be obligated to teach everyone everything she knows? Just because someone has lived a hard life? There are countless people in this world who have suffered, so tell me, why should she be responsible for taking care of you in particular?"

The air around them grew tense, but Madam Feng wasn’t finished.

"If people join, yes, Madam Xia earns more. But at the same time, those who join also earn money and improve their lives. You stand here, complaining about what she should or shouldn’t do——are you trying to make things so difficult for her that she decides to stop letting people join altogether? Are you hoping she takes back all the franchises?"

She shook her head, clicking her tongue. "Now that would be truly interesting, wouldn’t it? The very people who were given a chance to make a living would suddenly lose that chance, all because of voices like yours. Tell me, Madam Ma——are you really speaking up for them? Or are you just jealous that they’re making money while you’re not? So instead, you stand here badmouthing Madam Xia, hoping to block their path to survival?"

Her words landed like stones dropped into a still pond, sending ripples of realization through the crowd.

Those who had previously been watching with idle curiosity now turned their gazes toward Madam Ma, their expressions shifting. Where there had once been mild amusement, there was now disdain, even disgust.

For years, the land had been plagued by war. It was only in recent times that they had found a semblance of peace——a fragile tranquility that many had fought and bled for. Behind their quiet, everyday lives were countless sacrifices made by men on the front lines.

And when misfortune struck——when those men didn’t return home——it was their wives, children, and elderly parents who were left to suffer.

The people here understood that well. Many of them had relatives, friends, or neighbors who had lost loved ones to war or disaster. They had seen women suddenly left as widows, children growing up without fathers, families struggling just to afford their next meal.

And yet, most of them were just as poor themselves. They had mouths to feed, responsibilities to bear. Even if they felt sympathy, they didn’t always have the means to help.

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Chapter 123: Can’t Get Rid of It

At last, the people of Jinqiu County had Madam Xia——someone who not only provided them with a way to earn a livelihood but also gave them the dignity of supporting themselves. In a world where not everyone could be saved, even helping a single family was a great virtue, an act of kindness that deserved respect and gratitude.

Yet, there were always those who, out of jealousy or resentment, sought to cut off the financial lifeline of struggling families.

What did they gain from it?

Did they take pleasure in seeing others go hungry? Did their hearts swell with satisfaction when they witnessed destitute widows and orphans suffering through each day?

The more the crowd thought about it, the more their discontent grew. Their eyes, once filled with curiosity, now burned with indignation as they turned toward Madam Ma.

"You’ve got an evil heart, that’s what it is! No wonder you’ve been spouting all this nonsense!"

"You wicked woman! Aren’t you afraid your child will be born without a backside?"

"I swear, if you keep running your mouth and stirring up trouble, I’ll slap you so hard your ancestors will feel it!"

The voices rose in a heated chorus, women stepping forward, fists clenched, ready to tear Madam Ma apart with words if not with their hands.

Madam Ma, seething with fury, took two steps back before stomping her foot in frustration. Her face twisted with resentment as she turned her glare toward Madam Feng, her primary opponent.

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to!" She snapped. "Your two nephews are in the army, aren’t they? You think that by licking Madam Xia’s boots, her man——Captain Lu——will look after them? You’re just another shameless bootlicker, hoping to gain favors!"

Madam Feng didn’t flinch. Instead, she smirked, her aged fingers calmly twisting a strand of hemp into the cotton thread she was working with. She moved with the patience of someone who had seen through too many people like Madam Ma in her lifetime.

"I have no such expectations," Madam Feng replied evenly. "But I do know that your good-for-nothing husband was demoted——from a captain down to a mere squadron leader. That’s two ranks lost, just like that. Who knows what he did wrong in the army? Maybe he was too cowardly to fight? Maybe he even deserted his post?"

Madam Ma’s face turned pale. "You—you’re slandering my husband!"

"Am I?" Madam Feng continued, her voice calm yet cutting. "Or are you just afraid that the truth is getting out? Let’s be real here——aren’t you just bitter? Captain Lu was promoted, Madam Xia’s business is thriving, and people respect her. Meanwhile, your husband was disgraced, and you’re left grasping at straws, trying to drag others down with you."

Madam Ma trembled with rage, her mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. But before she could refute, Madam Feng pointed toward the distance, where the City God Temple stood tall against the sky.

"The City God sees all. Every deed——good or bad——is recorded. When judgment comes, regret will be too late."

The moment those words fell, an eerie silence settled over the alley.

For all their gossip and squabbles, the people of Jinqiu County shared one unwavering belief——divine retribution was real. The City God did not turn a blind eye to evil.

Retribution? Hah. If the City God were to punish anyone, it should be those two black-hearted schemers——Lu Qiyan and Xia Mingyue.

If Lu Qiyan hadn’t pulled his dirty tricks from the shadows, how could he have climbed the ranks to become a captain? And if not for that, how could her husband have been pushed down to squadron leader, now forced to endure the sneers of others?

And Xia Mingyue——what was she, if not a greedy, cunning merchant? She sat back while others toiled for her profit, yet still wanted the reputation of a generous benefactor. What a joke! A woman like that couldn’t possibly have good intentions.

As for those who defended that wicked pair? They were nothing but sycophants, clinging to power in hopes of getting a few crumbs.

Otherwise, why else would her husband suddenly speak to her so coldly, now that he was only a squadron leader? Back when he was captain, wasn’t that woman surnamed Feng always grinning and bowing to her? Now, her attitude had changed completely.

All these people——nothing but snobs.

Spineless rats who fawned over the powerful and trampled on the weak.

Madam Ma spat on the ground in disgust, the thick glob of phlegm landing heavily in the dust. Without another word, she turned on her heel and left in a hurry, her fists clenched tight.

*****

The moment Madam Ma disappeared, the crowd erupted into chatter.

Most of the talk centered around Xia Mingyue and Madam Ma.

People praised Xia Mingyue for her fairness and kindness while condemning Madam Ma’s venomous heart. Some even muttered a few words about Aunt Feng——though more out of awe than criticism.

"It has to be Aunt Feng," one woman laughed. "Her words are like knives——sharp enough to cut Madam Ma straight to the bone!"

Aunt Feng merely smiled, unfazed. "I wouldn’t call myself powerful," she said lightly, threading her thick needle through the sole of a thousand-layer cloth shoe. "I just can’t stand hearing nonsense and not setting it straight."

She glanced at the lingering crowd and added with a smirk, "To put it simply, it’s all in the name."

Some women frowned in confusion, not understanding the joke. Aunt Feng had two more strokes in her surname than Madam Ma——two points ahead, two steps better. But most of the others were illiterate and didn't catch the wordplay.

Aunt Feng, however, didn’t bother explaining. Instead, she packed up her sewing basket, dusted off her hands, and said, "Come on, it’s getting late. I have to go back and cook."

The others looked at the sky——the setting sun cast a warm, golden glow over the market.

With that, they bid each other farewell and left in groups of twos and threes, heading home to their families.

But the market was a place where secrets didn’t exist. Words traveled on the wind, slipping through every alley and courtyard.

By noon the next day, everything that had transpired——the harsh accusations Madam Ma had hurled, Aunt Feng’s sharp retorts, and the crowd’s reaction——had already reached Xia Mingyue and the others.

*****

"That wretched Ma!" Sister Lu seethed, her teeth clenched in anger.

"Youcai came back and told me that back when we attacked Changzhou City, that scoundrel surnamed Shao nearly got Qiyan’s entire unit killed! If Qiyan hadn’t been careful, it would have been a disaster. That fool was demoted because of it!"

She slammed her hand on the table. "I thought after that humiliation, he would have learned his lesson. But no——turns out, his wife is just as rotten! Now she’s scheming behind our backs, slandering the both of you?"

Sister Lu’s fury burned hotter by the second. "Luckily, Aunt Feng shut her down right then and there, and the people in the market weren’t stupid enough to be misled. Otherwise——" she clenched her fists, "I don’t even want to imagine how they’d misunderstand you, Sister Mingyue!"

Her breath came heavy, her rage still boiling over.

"The next time I see that woman, I swear, I’ll give her two hard slaps across the face!"

Finally, she felt a little better.

"Sister Lu, calm down."

Xia Mingyue’s voice was light, almost amused. She reached for her teacup, taking a slow sip before saying, "Next time you see Madam Ma, don’t get so worked up. Be careful not to hurt your own hand."

"But I just——!"

"Sister Lu," Xia Mingyue interrupted gently, setting her teacup down. "Think for a moment——why is Madam Ma so angry? Why is she trying so hard to smear my name?"

Sister Lu blinked, caught off guard. "Why? Well... of course, it’s because Qiyan got promoted in the army, and your business is thriving. She’s jealous——"

She stopped mid-sentence....

Then, her eyes widened in realization.

Xia Mingyue’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

Sister Lu suddenly slapped her thigh, bursting into laughter. "That’s right! The one who should be mad is Madam Ma!"

"Exactly." Xia Mingyue nodded. "She’s fuming, she’s resentful——she probably wishes she could tear me apart. But the truth is, Brother Qiyan and I are doing better than her family in every way. She despises me, but she can’t do anything about it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s losing sleep over it."

They weren’t the ones who should be angry.

They should be rejoicing.

Because nothing was more satisfying than watching a bitter, jealous person stew in their own misery.

Sister Lu laughed so hard her sides hurt. "You’re right, you’re right! What was I thinking, letting her get to me? That wretched woman wanted to make us upset, but instead, she’s the one who can’t stand it!"

Xia Mingyue chuckled, pleased that Sister Lu had caught on.

Madam Ma had wanted to pick a fight, to make them seethe with frustration. But in the end, the only person left fuming... was Madam Ma herself.

As Sister Lu wiped away a tear of laughter, Xia Mingyue quietly thought to herself.

Perhaps it was time to visit Aunt Feng and express her gratitude.

After all, a sharp tongue and a quick wit were just as valuable as a strong arm in these kinds of battles. And Aunt Feng even won beautifully.

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Chapter 124: Steamed Dumplings

Aunt Feng had been a widow for many years. Her husband died early, leaving her alone, without children to call her own. Yet, she never considered remarriage. Instead, she lived with her husband’s brother and his wife, finding solace in their small but warm household.

When her brother-in-law and sister-in-law passed away, leaving behind two young sons, Aunt Feng took it upon herself to raise them. She poured all her love and effort into them, guiding them through childhood and seeing them both married.

Now, both nephews had wives and children of their own. Aunt Feng, ever self-aware, did not wish to become an unwanted presence in their growing families. So, she took out the savings she had carefully set aside over the years, bought herself a modest house, and moved out to live independently.

She never resented this decision. In fact, she found peace in it.

She visited her nephews' homes only when truly needed——when a niece-in-law was in confinement after childbirth or when she needed to help care for the children. Otherwise, she preferred to keep to herself, never imposing.

Despite living apart, her nephews and their wives were deeply filial. They visited her often, bringing her food and small gifts, making sure she was well cared for.

But Aunt Feng was not one to remain idle.

Her hands were always busy——embroidering delicate handkerchiefs, stitching intricate patterns on kang screens, sewing purses, and crafting embroidered shoes. Even in her old age, she never stopped working, never let her fingers rest.

The money she earned from her embroidery was never just for herself.

After setting aside enough for her daily needs, she gave out New Year's money to her nephews and their children, and whatever remained, she used to help those in need——the elderly, the poor, and struggling families.

It was never anything extravagant.

A bowl of hot porridge on a cold night. A steamed bun made from simple flour. A coat, worn but still warm, to shield against the biting wind.

To those who had nothing, even these small gestures were life-changing.

To them, Aunt Feng was a light in the darkness, a quiet beacon of kindness.

Because of this, she was deeply respected in the neighborhood. People valued her wisdom, listened to her advice, and sought her guidance.

Whenever disputes arose——a quarrel between husband and wife, a rift between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, or a strained relationship between father and son——it was always Aunt Feng they called upon to mediate.

She never turned them away.

And so, when Madam Ma’s malicious words spread through the market, it was Aunt Feng’s firm stance that ensured people did not fall for the lies. It was her words that upheld Xia Mingyue’s reputation and prevented unnecessary trouble.

Xia Mingyue, knowing this, felt a deep sense of gratitude.

It was only right to visit and thank her personally.

But one should never visit someone’s home empty-handed.

*****

After much thought, Xia Mingyue decided to make steamed dumplings.

Not just any dumplings——Shaxian steamed dumplings.

Shaxian snacks were famous in modern times, found in every corner of China and even overseas. Their history stretched back centuries, tracing their roots to the food culture of the Yellow River Basin during the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties.

These snacks were crafted using various techniques——steaming, boiling, frying, roasting, and pickling——blending northern food traditions with the unique flavors of Fujian and Hakka cuisine.

The hand-beaten fish balls she had made before, and the stuffed fish balls bursting with juice, were also part of this culinary tradition.

Today, however, she would focus on steamed dumplings——delicate, translucent, and incredibly flavorful.

*****

To achieve the signature chewy, thin, and transparent skin of Shaxian dumplings, ordinary flour would not do.

Instead, she carefully measured wheat starch, glutinous rice flour, tapioca starch, and potato starch, mixing them in perfect proportion. She then poured boiling water over the mixture, stirring quickly before adding wheat flour and a touch of peanut oil, kneading until a soft, smooth dough formed.

For the filling, she chose pork with the perfect balance of fat and lean meat——60% lean, 40% fat——chopped finely until it was almost a paste.

To this, she added finely diced carrots, mushrooms, black fungus, chopped onions, ginger, garlic, soy sauce, rice wine, salt, and a little rich bone broth, stirring the mixture in one direction until it became firm and sticky.

The dough was then rolled into long strips, cut into small portions, and flattened into thin, even rounds.

With practiced hands, she spooned just the right amount of filling into each wrapper, pinching one end before pleating the edges to form elegant, willow-leaf-shaped dumplings.

The dumplings, now neatly arranged, were placed into a steaming pot.

In just fifteen minutes, they emerged translucent, plump, and glistening——each one resembling a delicate jade ingot.

The first batch was ready.

The moment she placed them on a plate, they disappeared.

Her family devoured them instantly, unable to resist the thin, chewy skin, the rich, savory filling, and the burst of hot, fragrant broth with every bite.

"Not enough!" They cried, reaching for more.

Fortunately, she had plenty of dough and filling left.

With Jiang Zhuguo’s help, she continued steaming the second, then the third basket, filling the courtyard with mouthwatering aromas.

Above, chimney smoke swirled into the sky.

From the kitchen window and open doorway, billows of steam carried the scent of fresh dumplings into the neighborhood.

The fragrance drifted far, making neighbors pause in their work to sniff the air.

"It must be Madam Xia making something delicious again," someone murmured, smiling knowingly.

Most of the adults, now accustomed to her cooking, chuckled and went back to their tasks.

But the children?

They weren’t so disciplined.

One mischievous boy climbed up onto her courtyard wall, eyes wide as he peered toward Xia Mingyue’s house, sniffing the air like a hungry little cat.

After feeding her own family, Xia Mingyue carefully packed two large plates of dumplings into a lunch box and set off toward Feng’s home.

*****

The Feng residence, located in Sanfu Lane, was just in the neighboring lane, a short fifteen-minute walk away.

When she arrived, she found Aunt Feng in the courtyard, washing the last batch of old cucumbers, preparing to mix them with nepeta for a simple dinner of dumpling soup.

The moment Aunt Feng saw her, she straightened up and wiped her hands on her apron.

"Madam Xia, why are you here at this hour?" She asked in surprise.

Xia Mingyue smiled warmly. "I came to see Auntie. I made something new today and wanted you to try it."

"You shouldn’t have gone to the trouble," Aunt Feng said, shaking her head. But before she could refuse, Xia Mingyue set the lunch box on the table.

"If Auntie doesn’t eat it, it means my cooking is bad," she teased. "Then everyone will laugh at me, saying the great Xia Ji can’t even make a decent dumpling."

Aunt Feng sighed in mock defeat. "Putting such a heavy accusation on me——I have no choice but to eat, then!"

"Exactly!" Xia Mingyue grinned, placing chopsticks in Aunt Feng’s hand. "Eat while it’s hot. The dumplings won’t taste as good if they get cold."

Seeing there was no way out, Aunt Feng took a bite.

The thin, chewy skin gave way to a burst of rich, fragrant broth. The pork filling was flavorful, perfectly balanced, with just the right amount of seasoning.

She ate one. Then another. And another.

After her third dumpling, she finally spoke.

"Delicious!"

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Chapter 125: Snow Skin Mooncake

There was no way around it——the steamed dumplings were simply too delicious. Aunt Feng found herself unable to stop eating, her chopsticks moving instinctively from the plate to her mouth without pause. Talking seemed like a waste of time when there was such good food to enjoy.

Even after showering praise on Xia Mingyue’s cooking, Aunt Feng was still focused on savoring each bite. One dumpling after another disappeared into her mouth, the warm, flavorful broth bursting forth with every bite.

Only after she had eaten several did she finally set her chopsticks down, sighing with satisfaction. "Madam Xia, your cooking skills are truly remarkable. These dumplings are exquisite——not just in taste, but also in appearance. They look so delicate, almost like little works of art."

Seeing how much Aynt Feng enjoyed them, Xia Mingyue smiled and opened the food box again. "Since Auntie likes them, please eat more. But be careful——if you eat too many at once, it might be hard on your stomach. I’ve prepared enough for you to enjoy tomorrow as well. Just steam them again in the morning, and they'll taste just as fresh."

The weather had cooled, making it easier to store food overnight without worrying about spoilage.

Aunt Feng hesitated, a bit embarrassed to accept so much. "This is really too much.... You’ve already been so kind to bring me some."

"It’s not too much at all," Xia Mingyue reassured her. "I also wanted to thank you, Aunt Feng, for standing up for me and helping clear my name."

Aunt Feng waved her hand dismissively. "I only spoke the truth. There's no need for gratitude."

"But not everyone is willing to speak the truth, even when they know it," Xia Mingyue said sincerely. "You did, and that means a lot to me. Besides, you’re a respected elder in our community. It’s only right for the younger generation to show our appreciation. So just think of it as me being a little greedy——finding a way to express my thanks while also taking care of my elders."

Her tone was warm, and her words carried both gratitude and respect. Aunt Feng, who had grown to cherish the company of thoughtful young people, found herself liking Xia Mingyue even more.

"You speak so well——how could I refuse?" Aunt Feng chuckled. "Alright, I'll accept it shamelessly."

"That’s the spirit!" Xia Mingyue grinned, her eyes curving into crescents as she laughed.

The two chatted about daily matters for a while before Xia Mingyue noticed the sky beginning to darken. Knowing it was time to leave, she stood up and bid farewell.

Aunt Feng walked her to the entrance of the alley, watching her disappear into the distance before returning to her courtyard. She sat back down and resumed eating the remaining dumplings, her face full of contentment.

The delicious flavors lingered on her tongue, and as she ate, she couldn't help but reflect on what had happened.

Xia Mingyue was truly a good person. Not just skilled in cooking, but kind, respectful, and upright.

Yet, no matter how good a person was, there were always those with wicked hearts trying to cause trouble. People like Madam Ma——stirring up chaos with their schemes, casting shadows over the light of kindness.

No, this couldn’t be allowed to continue.

Aunt Feng set down her chopsticks, her expression firm. Tomorrow, she would speak to the neighbors. People needed to open their eyes and recognize true character, not be misled by deceitful words. If good people kept suffering because of bad ones, who would be willing to do good in the future?

The more she thought about it, the more determined she became. Finishing the last of her dumplings, she cleaned up quickly and went to bed early, mentally preparing for what she would say the next day.

*****

Unaware of Aunt Feng’s thoughts, Xia Mingyue had already moved on to her next task——screening potential franchisees for the cold pot skewer business. She wanted to finalize the candidates soon so she could set up new stall carts efficiently.

Business had been going smoothly so far.

On the opening day, both Madam Luo's and Yu Chuntao’s cold pot skewer stalls attracted plenty of customers. Madam Luo’s stall, located in the bustling Dongcheng District, benefited from high foot traffic. Curious passersby, intrigued by the unique skewers, stopped to try them out.

Good food always spoke for itself.

The moment customers had a taste, they came back for more. The skewers weren’t just delicious——the way they were served in stylish oil-paper cups made them convenient and appealing. Unlike greasy street food that was messy to eat, these skewers could be held with ease, making them perfect for busy shoppers and workers.

Soon, Madam Luo’s worries about a slow start vanished——her stall was thriving.

Yu Chuntao, on the other hand, had taken over the spot where Xia Mingyue and Sister Lu previously sold skewers. Since customers were already familiar with the location and had been informed about the transition, business remained steady from day one.

With both stalls doing well, Xia Mingyue finalized two more franchisees——both hardworking women in their forties who had a good reputation for being diligent and honest. They secured locations on East Street and South Street, and training began immediately.

By now, Xia Mingyue had gained enough teaching experience to make the process smoother. She had identified common mistakes and refined her instructions, making it easier for newcomers to learn.

Once she was satisfied with their progress, she finally took a breather and went to the food store to buy ingredients.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and Xia Mingyue wanted to make mooncakes.

Since she didn’t have an oven, she decided on snow skin mooncakes——a no-bake variety that relied on delicate, chewy rice flour skin and sweet, fragrant fillings.

She bought rice flour, glutinous rice flour, red beans, mung beans, and other essentials.

Back home, she soaked the beans overnight, then steamed them until soft before mixing them with brown sugar to create a smooth, velvety paste. The outer dough was made by steaming a mixture of cornstarch, glutinous rice flour, and rice flour until it reached a soft, pliable consistency.

Once the dough was kneaded and portioned, she carefully wrapped each piece around the sweet bean filling, rolling them into perfect balls. Then, she pressed them into carved molds, creating elegant designs on their surface.

To prevent sticking, she dusted the molds with glutinous rice flour before pressing the dough inside. With a firm tap on the chopping board, the mooncakes popped out neatly, revealing intricate patterns.

She placed them carefully in a deep plate with cold water to help them cool, enhancing their soft, chewy texture.

By the next morning, the mooncakes had set perfectly. They looked like delicate white jade, their translucent skin encasing the rich, sweet filling.

The first bite was a revelation——smooth, chewy, and perfectly sweet.

Everyone who tried them was full of praise.

Seeing their delighted expressions, Xia Mingyue let out a relieved breath. She had worried that her first attempt might not turn out well, but it seemed she had succeeded.

If there was one downside....

The mooncakes were a little too big.

Jinqiu County had a tradition of serving large portions, so even their mooncake molds were oversized. As a result, these snow skin mooncakes looked less like delicate treats and more like mini rice cakes.

But at the end of the day, what mattered was the taste.

Good food was meant to be eaten——not just admired!

Just as everyone was happily eating, He Shunzi arrived.

Carrying a bundle of bamboo skewers, she greeted Xia Mingyue with a grin.

"I brought some extra bamboo skewers for the cold pot stall——and also came to see if you made mooncakes."

"I did!" Xia Mingyue quickly wrapped a few mooncakes in a clean cloth and handed them over.