The mother and daughter both laughed.
“Your dad only talks this much when he’s in this kind of mood. Normally, he’s completely quiet.”
Jiang Fuyue nodded. “Good thing the kitchen at home is big enough.”
Otherwise, there would be no way to fit five or six big guys in there, along with all the pots, pans, and the mountain of ingredients.
Lately, Sanpang and the others had been living at the villa too, practically living in the kitchen from dawn till dusk.
They took turns sending two people to help out at Jiang Da’s pancake shop.
Yes, Jiang Da’s pancake shop was still open for business—rain or shine, no breaks.
At first, things were so busy they had considered closing for a couple of days to catch their breath.
But just half a day off caused an uproar in the fan forum.
It was flooded with comments like:
- “I feel terrible all over if I don’t eat a pancake a day.”
- “My hands and feet feel weak if I don’t see Uncle Jiang for a day.”
- “I can’t work anymore. If I don’t get a pancake soon, I’ll quit my job.”
Messages like that took over the entire feed.
Jiang Da picked up his phone and took a look—yes, he had learned to scroll through Weibo now. He even knew what it meant to “get noticed” or to “show support,” and sometimes even interacted with fans.
And after reading the comments?
He was devastated—how could his little fans feel awful, weak, and even want to quit their jobs over this?
Absolutely unacceptable!
Already spinning like a top from how busy he was, Jiang Da clenched his teeth and replied to one of the messages:
“Don’t be rash, young people. Jobs are hard to come by these days. Hang on, Uncle will be right back to make you pancakes!”
Then he grabbed Sanpang and Fuman and headed back out to reopen the shop.
The fan who got the reply had been sitting at her desk, hungry and drained, but when she saw the message, she nearly leapt up from her seat. It was like she had taken a shot of adrenaline. She instantly placed an order for delivery, begging the courier to get in line at the shop and make sure she got the first pancake of the day!
Awooo! Just the thought got her hyped!
And somehow, she then went on to complete a marketing proposal she’d been struggling with for days—something that had nearly made her pull her hair out from frustration.
After submitting it, she even got a few compliments from her manager.
The young woman walked out of the office in a daze.
Suddenly, someone shouted, “Liu Qingqing, your delivery’s here!”
“Here! That’s mine! I’m Liu Qingqing!”
Back at her desk, she held the steaming hot pancake in both hands, eating and crying at the same time.
By the time she finished, the tears had stopped—and it felt like her energy had been completely restored.
She took a deep breath, opened her phone, and posted in the Jiang Da fan forum:
For a lonely worker in a strange city, sometimes all it takes to feel healed is a pancake.
Attached photo: [When I’m Gucci, my tears are always PradaPrada Dior]
It was a simple, almost casual post. But somehow it struck a chord with working people everywhere. In just half a day, it got over 20,000 likes, and the comment section was full of heartfelt support—
- “As a fellow worker, I can tell you—breakdown takes a second, but so does getting back up.”
- “The happiest part of my day is getting to eat Uncle Jiang’s pancakes.”
- “At first, I was curious. Then I was hooked. Now I stay for the warmth. It’s not just food—it’s love from a little city full of soul.”
- “I’m a transplant too. A pancake a day, chatting with the girls while eating, suddenly life doesn’t feel so cruel anymore.”
- “You might not believe this, but the most relaxing part of my day is hiding in the stairwell for ten minutes to eat a pancake.”
- “I arrived in Linhuai half a month ago. I didn’t even have a place to stay, and stumbled into the alley all dusty. The shop was already closed, but Uncle Jiang turned everything back on just to make me one ‘Family Combo’ pancake—even though I only paid for the veggie one. That moment, I felt like I belonged here. I wanted to settle down and build a life.”
- “Sniff! That made me cry. Uncle Jiang and Auntie Han are really such kind people. A few times I found extra bacon in my pancake—just because I once said I loved it but couldn’t afford it often. Now I have a better job and salary, but Uncle Jiang still gives me that extra slice…”
- “I hope Uncle Jiang’s shop never closes! Don’t forget the old store just because you opened a new one!”
- “Agree!”
- “I heard the new shop is great too—should we go check it out together?”
- “Yes! When?”
- “Tomorrow, I think!”
- “…”
Caodou jumped in and subtly guided the discussion, giving the new shop a round of free publicity.
At noon, he went to the advertising company to pick up the custom menus and brought them back for Jiang Da to approve. Jiang Da usually didn’t have much feedback—more of a formality.
Sure enough—
Jiang Da: “Looks good! Nothing needs changing.”
Caodou wasn’t surprised. Then he went to find the boss’s wife and Jiang Fuyue.
Han Yunru said, “The plastic trim feels a bit tacky, and the sharp corners could be dangerous. I think a sturdier paper booklet would look better.”
Caodou nodded. “Got it. I’ll talk to the ad company again. Fuyue, do you have any other suggestions?”
Jiang Fuyue glanced at it: “Change the peony background pattern to Chinese plum.”
The pattern was subtle, but she still noticed—Caodou was visibly impressed and inwardly ashamed.
The more he got to know her, the more he realized just how extraordinary both his sister-in-law and his little martial niece were.
For example, Han Yunru had exquisite taste—nothing like an ordinary working-class woman.
Her clothes always looked just right. You couldn’t call her glamorous or trendy, but she had a unique grace. In a whole garden of blooming flowers, your eyes would be drawn to her again and again.
And then there were her impressive skills. Dozens, even hundreds of unique desserts. Now, she’d taken up baking too—and everything she made was a knockout. Even the flower arrangements she casually threw together looked better than anything from a high-end florist.
She’d personally overseen the interior design of the new shop and handled everything with the renovation team. Many of the design details were her ideas.
At first, the gruff contractors weren’t convinced. Dark green and deep space blue walls? Weird-shaped light fixtures? Bizarre columns and decorations that looked like scribbles?
Didn’t seem right at all.
The head contractor, Jiang Da’s old buddy, didn’t say anything to her face but pulled Jiang Da aside:
“What kind of restaurant uses such dark walls? And those lights—aren’t you afraid customers will walk into them? And what’s with those paintings? Looks like a kid’s doodle! How could you hang that on the wall?”
He rambled on and on.
Jiang Da smiled and thanked him for the advice: “I just listen to my wife.”
The contractor: “??” Oh d*mn, I forgot he’s totally henpecked.
But when it was all finished and the place came together, even the contractor had to admit: “Sister-in-law, you’ve got an eye for design.”
Han Yunru just smiled modestly.
That was when Caodou started to think—she wasn’t just “anyone.”
As for Jiang Fuyue…
At first, Caodou saw her as just a junior—he was older, an elder.
But she never treated him like a senior. Always casually calling him “Little Bean” like it was second nature.
Later, when he learned she had quietly sent lawyers to help with the messy resignations of a few fellow disciples, his opinion of her drastically changed.
Especially when Sanpang let it slip that the lawyer’s name was Wang Chengyang.
The others may not know who that was, but Caodou—who practically lived online—definitely did.
From then on, his gaze toward her became more complicated.
But that was just the appetizer—the real bombshell was yet to come—
Older Brother Wu said that the agency he now managed? The real boss behind it was actually Jiang Fuyue.
And he himself was just an employee.
Caodou: “???”
Then, Jiang Fuyue and Jiang Chenxing casually showed him what true, absurd wealth looked like.
That Cullinan SUV? He’d been the one to order it, pick it up, and drive it back to Yutianhua Residence.
Over seven million yuan—swiped like it was nothing. His hands were literally shaking when he handed over the card.
But once it arrived?
Neither sibling even glanced at it. They handed the keys to Jiang Da and Han Yunru and went upstairs to mind their own business.
Caodou: “???”
He really wanted to ask Jiang Da: As the most normal member of this ridiculously powerful family—how are you holding up? Still in one piece? Not crushed by the pressure?
Caodou: “This family is crawling with hidden big shots… I’m struggling just to breathe here.”
