But Zhang Yanping’s jealousy clearly came too early! Because that very night, Boss Chang also showed up! He arrived at night and upon hearing from Song Tan that there was a boutique accommodation in the village, he immediately booked a room without any hesitation—999 yuan was nothing for him compared to his now even greater wealth! So, another two nights were booked. Compared to monthly bookings, these real walk-in customers obviously sting the heart more! Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun huddled upstairs, whispering, clearly afraid their jealous and ugly expressions would be seen by the crowd downstairs, leading to mockery. "Is our positioning wrong?" The gangster boss sighed pitifully, with sourness. "No," Xin Jun, who was still preparing lessons—his online course sales were increasing, earning him a few thousand yuan. Many people in the comment section said it truly helped families with children who are different from others. This made him increasingly cautious and attentive while preparing lessons. These days, he could no longer be considered Qiaoqiao’s home tutor, but evidently, he had already become a part of Lao Song’s family. Facing the screen now, he responded to Zhang Yanping’s words concisely: "Our money cannot fake Lun Chuan’s positioning." Their combined debts barely managed to assemble a basic boutique accommodation; how could they afford the cashmere silk that wealthy people like? In conclusion, Zhang Yanping wasn’t deterred: "When we start our trial operation, I want to make those fishermen unable to stop!" Monthly discount? No way! He spent big money buying fish from Tantan, the cost surely needs to come from them! At this moment, the capitalist’s face had already appeared. Boss Chang didn’t even know about him; he had already hurt the hearts of two small capitalists. He simply woke up, stretched in bed, feeling the silky smooth fabric, making up his mind— Indeed, spending money where needed always feels good, and he intends to equip his home with similar bedding! Thinking of the tea leaves he would receive today, he instantly awoke with refreshed energy from a good sleep; he got up nimbly and decided to use his shamelessness to score a free breakfast. Who knew just after going downstairs, he saw a beautiful woman with long curly hair cooking something in the pot at the reception, stirring with a long-handled spoon, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance; Boss Chang’s gaze practically stuck onto the pot as he eagerly asked, "Is this the breakfast offered by the shop?" If the shop provided such fragrant breakfast, would he still need to go to Lao Song’s family to eat? Or perhaps eat here first, then go there for another meal? He rubbed his belly, suddenly doubting his stomach capacity. Lun Jing was stunned, then laughed and said, "Boss Chang, right? Tantan invited you to eat at his place this morning and take a look at the tea leaves." "Our shop’s breakfast is provided at the cafeteria on the mountain, which you might not prefer—this is a complimentary sweet potato ball milk tea from the shop; want a drink? If so, wait until the afternoon because today’s riverside milk hasn’t been delivered yet." Fınd the newest release on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 Boss Chang, being a shrewd calculator, his mind was completely filled with the image of golden-yellow sweet potato balls rolling in the pot, along with key words [Riverside] [Milk]... He truly deserved it! How could he forget about Song Tan’s family’s large pasture? "They aren’t secretly slaughtering cows and sheep for meat, are they?" He nervously leaned on the counter and asked. "Huh?" Lun Jing was stunned, thought for a while then said, "It seems they haven’t... After all, when the cows and sheep were brought back, several were pregnant." That season happened to be the breeding season. Boss Chang finally breathed a sigh of relief. It’s fine if he didn’t get to buy them, as long as someone else didn’t beat him to it. Last year’s pig feast, staring at five big pigs all day and only getting two trotters, his heart hurt so much! Thinking of this, the sweet potato balls in front of him didn’t seem as fragrant anymore, so he hastily said, "I’ll go over there." He walked two steps away but quickly returned: "Please call me when the milk tea is ready this afternoon." He arrived just in time, Lao Song’s family was about to have breakfast, Boss Chang strutted in without a shred of politeness, greeted as he entered, and headed straight to the kitchen, seeing Seventh Uncle making pancakes, his heart blooming again! "Chef Song! I’m really yearning for your cooking skills! Ah, our shop’s Master Qian praises you daily, and says Master Jiang is happy over here too..." With unrelenting chatter, his hands moved swiftly, taking a plate first to grab two leek boxes, and then one thinly baked, oily leek vermicelli egg pancake. After gathering these, he pulled out a large sea bowl and served himself a bowlful of porridge, and while turning around, found a salted duck egg, efficiently carrying it to the dining room. He took a spoonful of steaming porridge first, savoring the fragrance and soft sweetness of the rice. Then he tapped lightly on the top of the salted duck egg twice, peeled back the shell at that spot, and slid in a chopstick to stir within the egg. Watching the oily yolk flow out, he quickly peeled the skin open, placing the crushed salted duck egg into the porridge bowl, which was nearly overflowing the rim! He hurried forward for a hearty slurp! Ah! Finally ate it! This different kind of lavish breakfast compared to his own shop’s was way too satisfying! Beside him, Zhang Yanping was stunned: "Boss Chang, you buy so many things every day but never indulge yourself?" Shouldn’t be, given nowadays they eat these meals without being so greedy. Boss Chang, upon seeing the gangster boss, instinctively shrank, then moved the bowl; after a moment in the other’s wide-eyed gaze, he straightened up casually, sighing: "You don’t understand; these duck eggs are more expensive this year, 128 yuan apiece, eating this feels like eating my own money." "It’s not that I don’t want to eat, but the mood is different... Heavy!" "Wait, didn’t you say ducks don’t lay eggs in early spring? How come there are still salted duck eggs at home? Why not sell the good stuff to me!" Firstly, these salted duck eggs sold for 20 yuan each to Boss Chang, his 128 yuan sale price was unrelated to them... though personally, he was amazed! Secondly, it’s understandable. If he saved his salted duck egg each morning worth 128, eating it would indeed feel burdensome. "Well, ducks don’t completely stop laying eggs in spring, just less, enough for the family." "If there are an extra 10 or 8 eggs, it’s not suitable to sell them to you!" "Why not!" Boss Chang was already munching on the leek box, the tender green spring leeks paired with golden scrambled eggs, just salt and oil was already enough flavorful; he was gobbling it down, mouth full of excitement: "Never neglect small business opportunities!" "What’s wrong with selling 10 salted duck eggs? Plenty of people at my shop would want them! Last year I wanted to say, we really don’t fear accusations of hunger marketing!"