However, Qiao Wanshi didn't expect him to remember what he said casually, and when she looked back at the man's eyes, she couldn't help but be a little vigilant.

"What does the boss want?"

I saw Sikong Fan touch his chin, look at Tianxianglou, whose appearance has changed greatly, and hook the corners of his mouth, "It's better for the loser to promise the winner one thing." ”

"One thing, that's a wide range."

Qiao Wanshi didn't agree immediately, saying something unpleasant, it is also a thing to make you commit suicide.

But Sikong Fan obviously misunderstood her hesitation, and added leisurely, "Miss Qiao, don't worry, I'm not interested in you in that regard. ”

What does it mean?

Look down on me or what's wrong?

Qiao Wanshi gritted her teeth, "That's okay, that's it, except for burning and killing female cadres and plundering silver." ”

A hearty smile suddenly appeared on the man's face, and he agreed.

Qiao Wanshi felt that she had been calculated again, but well, she didn't have anything worth calculating.

After walking down the second floor and standing on the crowded street, she looked back as if she had a feeling, and was waving to her boss Kong Fan lying by the window.

The spring breeze blew, making his long hair like crow's wings flutter, and a harmless handsome boy made Qiao Wanshi actually see two points of sunshine.

Thinking about it, today's Sikong Fan has only passed the age of a weak crown.

She plans to come back in two days, and go back today to finalize the development plan of her shop.

Regarding the gambling contract, although she was vigilant, she didn't pay too much attention to it. But I don't know that Sikong Fan attaches great importance to this.

After closing at night, Luo Youheng reconciled the accounts with an abacus and found that the boss, who had always been indifferent, shook to the counter.

"How much profit do you make today?"

"Excluding the odds, a total of two hundred and forty-nine taels."

Luo Youheng is still very optimistic about this income, but he inadvertently raised his eyes, but found that the boss was dissatisfied.

He knew this guy's temper very well, and thought that he was going to find trouble with that little girl, so he hurriedly said: "This is just the beginning, and the rest of the words will be ......."

"Take my private treasury and make up the account to three hundred taels." Sikong Fan thought about it again, and felt that the words of three hundred taels were too deliberate, "Make up to three hundred and one taels." ”

Luo Youheng was stunned because he didn't understand what he meant, this money is his own income, what are you doing with a fake account? Do you ask the Seven Princes for credit?

He thought to himself that this guy wasn't a person who liked to ask for merit.

On the third day, when Qiao Wanshi came to check on the business, Luo Youheng knew the reason.

In the main hall of the back hall, someone was holding Erlang's legs proudly, holding a new account book, dangling in front of the girl, "Just over three hundred taels." ”

"Impossible!"

Qiao Wanshi stepped forward and grabbed the accounts to see, but if this guy made fake accounts, she couldn't see it.

Sikong Fan took the tea and admired her face, but his hand clenched the tea bowl slightly, for fear that this shrewd little girl would see something.

From the words of the two, Luo Youheng figured out the cause and effect, and was quite contemptuous of the boss who wanted to come out of the way.

"That's right, there happened to be a passing caravan that day, and they booked a table on the second floor."

Since Qiao Wanshi left early that day, there was no way to verify it, so she could only recognize this result, and she was unlucky. Staring at Sikong Fan, who seemed to have been prepared, he gritted his teeth and asked:

"What do you want me to do?"

Yes, Luo Youheng is also very curious, people who have always been afraid of trouble have tried their best to calculate a little girl, for what.

"I want you, and I will cooperate with me in the future."

Qiao Wanshi was stunned and smiled at her boss Kongfan's handsome face, and read great ambition from it.

Do you want to be completely tied to the ship of Sikong Fan?

In the original text, the Seven Princes were defeated, and Sikong Fan ended up with thousands of heart-piercing ends, a miserable batch.

But with the blood relationship between the three sisters and brothers and the Seventh Prince, if they don't mix, they can only become cannon fodder for others to attack the Seventh Prince...... In that case, it's better to take a gamble.

The expression on the girl's face changed several times, and finally flashed firmness.

"Yes."

Sikong Fan smiled, stood up and stretched out his right hand to her, "Then, happy cooperation." ”

That laugh, inexplicably underwhelming!

If you can't see that you have been calculated by this guy, Qiao Wanshi will 'study abroad' in vain, raise her hand and hit his right hand, and in the man's slightly changing face, she said angrily:

"I'm not happy at all right now!"

He sat down in the chair across from him, like an angry pufferfish.

Qiao Wanshi looked through the account books of today and yesterday, and the daily income was more than five hundred taels.

Of course, she was satisfied with the result, after all, someone had said that if she doubled her income, she would get a penny.

"Now that we're working together, let's hear about my next plans."

Sikong Fan suddenly became interested, and he didn't pay attention to the matter of being beaten at all, and motioned for her to continue.

"I'm going to open a cake shop."

Speaking from such a distance, Qiao Wanshi was not very comfortable, Sikong Fan spontaneously walked to her left and sat down, crossed his legs, supported his chin in one go, and looked at her, "What is the cake?" ”

Qiao Wanshi smiled mysteriously, "Borrow the kitchen." ”

Handmade cakes do not require additives, but they have a unique taste, which is one of her little hobbies in her last life.

After returning from rebirth and having a systematic recipe, after two days of concentrating on "cultivation" at home, Qiao Wanshi was confident that the things she made would be delicious.

After putting the finished mold into the fire chamber specially used to make the flower chicken, she clapped her hands and counted the time patiently.

Halfway through, the sweet and slightly burnt smell wafted from the kitchen to the back hall, and then through the lobby and up to the second floor.

The private rooms on the second floor on the inside invariably pushed open the windows.

"Shopkeeper, what kind of dim sum did you make so sweet?"

Luo Youheng returned slowly, "I'm trying to make a new dish, and if it's done later, I'll bring it to you to taste." ”

After a while, Qiao Wanshi opened the fire chamber and used a shovel to take out the mold inside.

The cook was amazed, "Why is it so big with such a small thing just now?" It's better than steamed buns! ”

Qiao Wanshi just made the simplest chiffon cake, but it was ten inches in size, and she pulled out the silk with boiled caramel on the molded blank, and it was done.

After demolding, cut it into triangles with a knife, look at it from the side, the bubbles are even, and the feel is dense, Qiao Wanshi looked at it with satisfaction for a while, and then took it out.

"Taste it."

Putting things on the table of the Eight Immortals in the main hall, he couldn't help but show a confident expression.

Because she had been in the kitchen for a long time, her forehead couldn't help but be a little sweaty, her little face was flushed, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

Sikong Fan, who didn't want to eat sweets, took a piece of it, took a bite, and the sweetness that was different from ordinary sweets hit instantly.

Luo Youheng called a hellish expression!

"Isn't this sweet?" Luo Youheng looked at Qiao Wanshi with an inquiring gaze.

The girl nodded, "Of course it's sweet." ”

What the hell!

At this time, Sikong Fan had already finished eating a piece and frowned slightly.

Qiao Wanshi's heart tightened, and she was thinking that she wouldn't overturn the car, right? Just listen to the other party's evaluation:

"Okay, too sweet."

"Then put less sugar next time." Qiao Wanshi saw that Luo Youheng was motionless, and hurriedly asked him to taste it too.

Luo Youheng took a bite, his eyes widened, staring at the cake in his hand, his face full of surprise, "What is this?" It's so delicious! ”