Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Teacher Qingmeng Is Exactly the Same as Tongtong

"WeChat payment received: 210 yuan."

"Handsome Jiang, three orange juices, thirty fennel buns, five shrimp buns, five three-delicacy buns, and five chive and egg buns."

Wu Lingling came to eat with Chu Songrong and another pretty nurse, whose eyes were filled with curiosity.

"This place is pretty crowded, but are the buns really that good?"

The pretty nurse, Yan Manjun, mumbled uncertainly.

She was skeptical, but since the Vice President wanted to come, she decided to tag along.

"It’ll be ready in a moment. Go find a seat," Jiang Liu said, glancing up at the group.

He’d been looking down packing orders for so long that his eyes were exhausted. When he suddenly looked up, everything seemed both near and impossibly far at the same time.

「A moment later.」

Tongtong came scurrying over with a plate, placing the buns on the table. "Be careful, they’re hot~"

"Aww, the little girl is wearing a matching outfit with the owner! So cute! And she’s adorable."

"I’m having one next year!"

Stars appeared in the pretty nurse Yan Manjun’s eyes.

Despite Tongtong’s reluctance, Wu Lingling gently pinched her cheek. "Thank you, Tongtong. You’re such a diligent little helper! So good."

"I know, I know," Tongtong replied dismissively, skipping back to the counter to cling to Jiang Liu.

"Everyone, let’s try the new buns."

Casting aside her Vice President’s decorum, Chu Songrong immediately picked up a fennel bun to take the first bite. Once she started, she couldn’t stop, praising it as she ate.

"Amazing! Delicious! I never thought Jiang Liu was hiding another talent. That guy is always keeping things to himself!"

Wu Lingling said happily as she ate her bun,

"The three of us are so lucky today. We’re right on time for Boss Jiang’s new product launch."

"Haha, thanks for inviting me. I would’ve missed out otherwise." Having gotten her bun, Chu Songrong was in high spirits.

A cry of surprise came from nearby.

"These buns? They’re this delicious?! Good heavens! I can’t believe such an amazing bun shop opened in our neighborhood. We’re so lucky!"

Yan Manjun’s jaw dropped in shock after one bite of a shrimp and corn bun.

The shrimp was piping hot, tender, and crisp. With a single bite, a savory, fresh seafood flavor flooded her mouth. The meat was exceptionally fresh and tender, with a satisfyingly crisp texture.

’This proves the shrimp isn’t just some ordinary farmed variety. The meat is so plump and firm!’

A fire ignited in her stomach—a sure sign of a ravenous, surging appetite!

Yan Manjun’s cheeks were puffed out, her mouth stuffed to the brim, and her eyes were wide with disbelief.

"See? Would I ever lead you to a bad meal?"

"It’s incredible. I can’t believe buns can be this delicious. I’m kicking myself right now."

"Kicking yourself for what? What’s wrong?" Wu Lingling asked, slurping her juice.

"For not coming sooner! I missed out on three days of these buns! And three days of looking at the handsome owner! Don’t you think that’s infuriating?!"

Wu Lingling was speechless.

「At the entrance.」

Jiang Liu stared in puzzlement at the skinny office worker before him.

"Huh? You again? Didn’t you just get a takeout order?"

He remembered packing an order for this guy ten minutes ago.

And now, just a short while later, here he was again.

"That’s right. I’m just getting back in line for a ’refresh.’ You said only fifteen per person, right? So it’s fine if I line up again, isn’t it?"

The young man said smugly.

’I’ve really pulled a fast one,’ he thought, pleased with himself.

Jiang Liu couldn’t be bothered to argue and packed another order for him.

If the guy was willing to go through the trouble of lining up all over again, he was clearly a true fan.

Jiang Liu wasn’t about to hold it against him.

「12:50 PM.」

Jiang Liu announced that everything was sold out and told everyone to come back in the evening.

The customers who hadn’t been able to buy anything began to complain.

"Are you kidding me? They’re gone already, and I didn’t get any?"

"Boss Jiang, you don’t make nearly enough buns! I couldn’t get any."

"Hurry up and make more! I’ll wait!"

An experienced customer, happily swinging their bag of buns, clarified for the newcomers:

"All right, what’s all the fuss? When Boss Jiang says they’re sold out, they’re sold out. You think these things are pumped out by a machine on an assembly line? Just come back earlier tonight."

The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving only a few stragglers waiting, unwilling to give up hope.

「Behind the counter.」

Jiang Liu pulled out his phone to tally the earnings.

He had sold a total of 795 bottles of juice during the lunch rush.

And 1,200 buns.

Excluding the cost of the cups, the profit on each bottle of juice was 30 yuan. The profit from 795 bottles was 23,850 yuan.

The 1,200-plus buns sold for over 2,200 yuan.

Adding in the customers’ "financial support" payments...

His net income for the lunch service was 30,259 yuan!

His total profit to date was 49,834 yuan!

’This feels good. So damn good!’

This feeling of raking in cash hand over fist made Jiang Liu feel like he was walking on air.

"Daddy, can we go home and take a nap now?"

Tongtong yawned, her small hand reaching out to tug on Jiang Liu’s pants.

The little darling needed her afternoon nap every day,

and since she’d been waking up early recently, she was even more tired by lunchtime.

"Okay, just give me a minute. I need to clean up the shop first."

Jiang Liu ruffled her hair.

「Half an hour later.」

Jiang Liu took Tongtong and Jun Qingmeng home to rest.

He also needed to prepare the buns for the evening service.

He wouldn’t make too many—just two hundred of each variety would do.

Even so, wrapping a thousand buns by hand would make Jiang Liu’s wrists ache.

But he was used to it; a short rest was all he needed to recover.

"Jiang Liu, I got a little sweaty today. I’d like to take a shower before I nap. Do you have any spare pajamas?"

Jun Qingmeng slipped on some house slippers and sat on the sofa, undoing her hair and letting it fall loosely around her shoulders.

Her cascading hair partially veiled her exquisite face, lending her an alluring charm.

"Pajamas?"

Jiang Liu thought for a moment and shook his head. "I don’t have any spare sets, but I do have a large T-shirt. It’s used, but clean. I can get it for you if you don’t mind."

Without hesitation, Jun Qingmeng replied, "I don’t mind at all. Please get it for me."

’I’m overjoyed! Does this count as being intimate with Jiang Liu?’ she thought excitedly.

"Alright, I’ll go find it for you."

Tongtong’s big eyes darted back and forth between the two adults, her little mind clearly scheming something.

"Teacher Qingmeng, can I take a bath with you?"

"Aren’t you supposed to be napping with your dad?" Jun Qingmeng shot Tongtong a look.

’I’ve never bathed with anyone before.’

’Being completely naked in front of someone else, even a child like Tongtong, feels so awkward.’

"Tongtong’s all sweaty and needs a bath, or Daddy will think I’m smelly."

"He hasn’t showered yet, so why would he mind?"

Jun Qingmeng glanced towards the bedroom where Jiang Liu was resting.

"Pleeease~"

With that, Tongtong dashed into the bathroom, stripped off all her clothes, and stood there with a bashful look on her face.

The two of them stared at each other, at a loss for words.

Jun Qingmeng sighed and gave in.

"Fine. But no nonsense, and don’t you dare touch me anywhere you shouldn’t!"

Tongtong giggled mischievously.

A little while later, Jiang Liu returned with the T-shirt.

Tongtong’s cheerful voice drifted out from the bathroom.

"Teacher Qingmeng, hurry and get in the tub! Tongtong will wash your back for you."

"Mm, okay."

Jun Qingmeng was incredibly self-conscious, and her movements were stiff.

She kept her legs clamped tightly shut.

"Wow! Teacher Qingmeng, your chest is so big! Can Tongtong squeeze it?"

"Be quiet! Lower your voice!"

"Hehe, Teacher Qingmeng’s private part looks just like Tongtong’s."

Jun Qingmeng was mortified.

’He didn’t hear that, did he...?’

’This is so humiliating!’

「4:00 PM.」

The sky was dark and oppressive, growing gloomier by the minute. An occasional cool breeze offered a moment’s respite from the muggy heat, but it was just a drop in the bucket.

Jiang Liu cranked the shop’s air conditioner to its coldest setting.

Then he got to work.

Before long, it was time to open for the evening.

Business was as booming as ever.

The line at the entrance stretched all the way across the street.