I made a decision in my heart that I would have to give it another pair when I got back. Maybe when will Liu'er be able to use it after giving birth?

Yang Ruoqing just smiled at everyone's praise.

These ideas are all from the baby seats in modern restaurants, and she has improved it on this basis.

Various dishes are served on the table like a lantern, braised sea bass, bacon, eel, eggplant pot, boiled meat... tremella seed soup, and brown sugar cake and golden corn baking that children like to eat.

Because of the baby seat, Ju'er's hands were also freed. She took a bite by herself and took time to feed the child a bite, so that both adults and children could not miss it.

Yang Huaming looked at him silently, feeling more satisfied with Yang Ruoqing's arrangement.

"Dabai, we went to the shop before, and just happened to catch up with the constable to come and investigate the case." Yang Huazhong ate two bites of food, drank another cup of wine, put down his chopsticks, put his arms on the edge of the table, leaning forward slightly, and his eyes deeper after experiencing the precipitation of time and the baptism of life.

"Let's sit down now, and my third uncle will ask you about the pan shop. You have to tell us everything about your specific plan."

After Yang Huazhong said so much, Dabai was still consuming his head and eating wildly. He was holding a long cumin lamb chop in his hand and was chewing oily mouth, and white sesame seeds were stained on his cheeks and earlobes.

I completely deaf ears to Yang Huazhong's question.

The others on the table, except for Yang Ruoqing and the little guy in the baby's seat, all cast surprised eyes on Dabai.

Yang Ruoqing was not surprised at all about Dabai's operation. This kid came out for several months and had not changed at all. He still had a familiar recipe and a familiar taste.

I don’t know why it caught the eye of Zhang Ji and his wife. They are really a heavy-tasting couple.

"Dabai?" Yang Huazhong shouted again.

Yang Huaming had already put down his chopsticks and was about to start slapping the table.

Yang Huamei first kicked Dabai under the table but didn't respond.

Yang Huamei could only raise her hand and patted Dabai's hand hard: "Stop chewing it. Your third uncle asked you about your serious business. Do you still want to borrow money to store a shop?"

Everyone else on the table looked at Yang Huamei, sympathizing, puzzled, and disagreeing.

Among them, sympathy is the mainstream.

Yang Huamei has been in trouble for eight lifetimes when she has such a son. She is working hard to work hard and pave the way for him. As a result, he does not fight for her face, and does not even have the minimum politeness.

Whoever borrowed him forty taels of silver? It was so much money that he burned.

Dabai reluctantly put the lamb chop aside, raised an oily face and looked at Yang Huazhong blankly, "San Uncle, what are you saying just now? I was just gnawing on the lamb chop but didn't understand."

Yang Huaming directly grabbed it: "I just ask you what business you plan to do after you put down the shop? Are you planning to keep the existing Zhang Ji's friend, or hire someone again? Do you have a clear idea of ​​wages and other pastries? Also, are you going to do it yourself, or do you go outside to ask a master in this field to do it?"

"By the way, how much money do you plan to borrow from us? When will you pay it back? How much interest? If you can't pay it back, what are you going to do? That's all, tell me!"

Everyone thought Dabai would be stumped by these relatively "professional" topics, and even Yang Huamei looked at him nervously.

Sitting beside him was the child from Juer's house. The child was naughty and reached out to pull Yang Huamei's clothes. Yang Huamei, the aunt, couldn't make any effort to tease him, even if she was perfunctory, she was not in a mood. She looked straight at Dabai and wanted to talk to him.

Seeing this, Juer calmly moved the child and the baby seat to her side, bringing a distance between her and Yang Huamei.

On this side, Dabai coughed heavily, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, I just need to put in the shop and manage the business with my teacher's wife."

"As for the pastry, I will naturally go on the stage myself after receiving the true teachings of my master, but I am the finale. I will still ask a pastry master to come back to take care of other pastry. My master's wife knows a lot, so she will arrange it for me."

"So, you only need to pay for forty taels of silver to put it in the shop?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Dabai nodded, "I only need 80 taels to buy that shop a year, but I only need 40 taels to do it. The shop is so good that it has a net income of 300 taels per year!"

Except for Yang Ruoqing and the one on the baby's seat, everyone else was shocked.

The way to earn three or four hundred taels of silver a year is to work hard for a year, and you will have enough money in this life, and you will never have to worry about eating, drinking, and drinking every day.

"Since it's so easy to make money, your teacher's wife will help you with everything. Why does she have to sell it out without making that money by herself?" Yang Huazhong seized the loophole and asked again.

Others nodded one after another.

The net income of a year is 300 taels, and the net income of more than 30 taels of silver can be made every month.

After the trading was released, the master's wife could only get forty taels of silver a year. Isn't this a big loss? Besides, she didn't take the forty taels of silver for nothing, and she had to pounce on it to help manage it. Even if she calculated a salary for her, she would be far from making a profit of three to four hundred taels of silver a year. Will a fool take the shop and make money for others?

As for Yang Ruoqing, she followed the agreement with Yang Huazhong before coming, and as an outsider, she only listened and said nothing.

In my heart, Dabai's words also made it so tender that it was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

The morning tea shop earns nearly 400 taels of silver a year? Is Dabai dreaming? Or is Zhang Jiangui and his wife dreaming?

The Tianxianglou, which is open in the county town, has a much higher passenger flow than the Tianxianglou in Qingshui Town, but the net income is only 400 taels a year.

The Tianxiang Tower in the town still does not meet this standard. It would be great if you could make a profit of 200 taels after deducting all costs and all aspects of management expenses!

Even though Zhang Ji Morning Tea Shop is a time-honored brand, it is still a "brother" in front of Tianxianglou.

Is it possible to have a net income of 400 taels of silver a year?

Yang Huamei couldn't help but ask her doubts: "Dabai, did your master's wife fool you? It's just a morning tea shop, and buns and steamed buns are only one penny each, why can you make so much money?"

Yang Yongzhi also said sincerely: "That's right, cousin, don't be deceived."

"No, that's my master's wife. My master's wife can't lie to me." Dabai said firmly, with a little annoyed in his eyes, as if he was very upset by their sow discord.

Yang Yongzhi shook his head, raised his chopsticks and ate the food. He decided not to say anything about the rest of his skills, but he couldn't borrow money.

Yang Huaming sneered: "It's your master's wife who speaks all the time. Has she given birth to you or raised you? Do you know if people's hearts are separated from their belly?"
Chapter completed!