High-class maid

Chapter 289 Steamed Buns

Wang sighed and exchanged a knowing glance with Dali's family. They both knew that the broken leg was a pretense; their real intention was to get them back to the village.

Because Yuan Dali was there, Wang didn't say much. She took out a bun wrapped in oil paper and handed it to Dali's family.

"Hey girls, these are freshly steamed buns. You can take them and eat them on the way."

"Sister-in-law, I won't stand on ceremony with you. This is probably the last time I'll eat the steamed buns you made," Dali's wife said, her eyes red as she held the buns.

Wang's eyes also reddened, and she smiled as she comforted her.

"How could that be? What if your mother-in-law gets better? We can still be neighbors after she recovers."

“Sister-in-law, it’s not easy for us to make a living in Beijing with two children. Now, with this back and forth, our original jobs have been taken over by others. I think we should just stick to farming in the village.” She said regretfully.

"Silly girl, my pickled vegetable shop is still hiring. I'm waiting for you to come to the shop," Wang said softly.

"Really? You're opening a shop? Congratulations!" Dali's wife, forgetting her sadness, congratulated her with shining eyes.

"Yes, but we haven't found a good place yet."

"Your cooking is so delicious, I knew everyone would like it."

She had also eaten Wang's pickled vegetables and seen the seasonings inside, such as rock sugar and oil, which were added without any expense. How could they not taste good?

"Sister-in-law, please take Xing'er back quickly. We're leaving now. We'll be home by dawn." Dali's wife reluctantly boarded the carriage.

Wang and Shen Xing'er waved to her until the carriage turned a corner, and then they returned home.

Dali held the precious steamed buns in his hands. They met because of steamed buns, and they parted because of steamed buns. Would he ever be able to return to the capital? He definitely would!

Wang was also heartbroken. This was the first friend she had made after leaving the manor, and now they were parting ways.

The next day, the mother and daughter went to see Pang Bo again to look after the shop.

“Sister-in-law, I happen to have a few suitable places here. If you have some free time, I can show them to you today.”

Pang Bo and they were already old acquaintances. How much money had the Shen family made? They sold shop after shop!

"Brother Pang, to be honest, we're looking for a prosperous place, and the previous owner should be someone we can get along with, not someone whose property has been mortgaged. If we find a suitable property, we can buy it today."

Because Wang didn't want to waste time on this, and she trusted Pang Bo's character, she made her point so clearly.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. Since you're so sincere about buying, I'm so sincere about selling. Let's take a carriage to the east. There's a prince's mansion on the left and a prime minister's mansion on the right. They're all wealthy and prosperous places, but the prices there will definitely be much higher than on the outskirts of the city."

Pang Bo knew they were not short of money, so he directly told them the most prosperous place.

Although they also live in the capital and have so-called urban household registration, the capital is so big, and they are far from the city center. The further east you go, the more prestigious you become. The easternmost part that Pang Bo mentioned must be even more prestigious.

Wang hesitated. She had originally planned to start a small business, opening a pickled vegetable shop in the city center, but suddenly she was asked to open one in the east of the city. She would have to hire workers and decorate the shop later. How much money would that cost?

"Mother, let's go take a look. You yourself said that only wealthy families are willing to buy pickled vegetables. Aren't there even more wealthy families in the east of the city? If you're worried about the money and open a shop here, how many do you think you can sell?"

Seeing her mother hesitate, Shen Xing'er knew she was worried about the money. So she quickly tried to comfort her.

“But I only budgeted five hundred taels. If it were in the east of the city, I’m afraid buying a shop would cost five hundred taels.” Madam Wang pulled her daughter aside and whispered.

She looked back at Pang Bo and saw that he was still smiling at them. She couldn't help but admire him. This guy was capable and highly skilled!

“Mother, why are your pickled vegetables so popular in the capital? Isn’t it because the Princess used them at her banquet? You can’t support the shop by relying solely on customers at banquets. If you opened the shop in a bustling area, you would probably have even more customers. After all, no one in the capital has opened a pickled vegetable shop yet.”

Shen Xing'er analyzed it word by word.

As the saying goes, most ordinary families eat pickled vegetables, while few wealthy families do. Ordinary families wouldn't sell their pickled vegetables, and wealthy families wouldn't even think about eating them. If the Wang family opens a shop, it will be the only one of its kind in the capital. If they gain a reputation in the future, it will become a well-established brand!

“Okay, let’s go take a look.” Wang Shi didn’t hesitate.

The mother and daughter got into the carriage and followed Pang Bo away.

The further east you go, the more luxurious the houses become, and the cleaner the streets are. Even the ground has changed from gravel to large blue bricks. There are no vendors setting up stalls on the streets, only shops.

Although it wasn't as bustling as the city center or the west side, everyone who left their shop came out with something, indicating that the sales rate here was quite good.

"This is it."

Pang Bo parked the carriage and pointed to the small shop in front of him, introducing it to the customers.

Shen Xing'er followed his hand and looked over. She saw that the shop was not big, only taking up two-thirds of Jinxiufang. It was perfect for selling pickled vegetables. They looked at the back and saw a well in the courtyard, as well as a large house and two small houses.

"The large room can be used to store pickled vegetables, while one of the smaller rooms serves as a kitchen, and the other as a living area."

Wang Shi clearly regarded this place as her own territory, and she lowered her head to discuss matters with Shen Xing'er.

Shen Xing'er smiled, thinking, "Look, she says no, but she's quite honest."

While Wang was looking after the shop, she went around to look around. She saw that there was a duck product shop on the left and a breakfast shop on the right. It was a good place to sell Wang's pickled vegetables.

"Brother Pang, please give me a sincere price, and I'll see if I can afford it," Wang asked.

“Sister-in-law, you are all regular customers. I’m not the kind of person who asks for exorbitant prices. If you really want to buy, then give me four hundred and eighty taels.”

Wang breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, it wasn't more than five hundred taels, though not by much. However, she didn't show it outwardly, thinking that every little bit saved was a good deal.

“Mother, why don’t we close the shop? It’s so far from our home, and it’s so hard for you to travel here every day. We can’t afford to buy a house here,” Shen Xing’er suddenly said.

Wang was stunned. Was this girl teasing her? She was just supporting her opening the shop, and now she disagreed?

Shen Xing'er secretly winked at her, and Wang Shi immediately understood.

So you were trying to use this opportunity to haggle over the price!

Pang Bo was a little anxious. He had been trying to sell this shop for a month but hadn't succeeded because the place was too small. The backyard was even bigger than the shop outside. Now that a customer was finally interested, why did he change his mind?