The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 297 Wen Zi'an Leaves Home

Two days later, the hot pot restaurant opened and business boomed. Yan Feng couldn't stop smiling as he watched the people coming and going.

The restaurant branch in Fucheng is about to open; he'll have to go and see if they'll open a hot pot restaurant there.

Wen Luozhi stood upstairs, resting her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought. Wen Zixun patted her head and said, "Little sister, I want to go to the prefectural city with you."

Wen Luozhi turned around and her eyes lit up. "Isn't Sixth Brother home?"

She had just been wondering what to do with the workshop if Wen Zixun went to the prefectural city with her? Who would be suitable to manage it?

I've thought and thought but still haven't come up with a suitable person.

Wen Zixun nodded. "I'm worried about that kid Yan Che."

"Fifth Brother needs to study and can't be by your side all the time, so Sixth Brother must go with you."

Wen Luozhi was so moved that her eyes welled up with tears. Since she came here, apart from her adoptive parents, her sixth brother had been the one who doted on her the most.

A young man stayed by his sister's side, never going anywhere else, and always unconditionally supported her in everything she did.

Wen Zixun grinned. He didn't care where he went or what he did, as long as he was with his sister.

On the way back, Wen Luozhi couldn't help but feel worried. Wen Zixun scratched his head and asked her, "Little sister, are you thinking about the workshop?"

Wen Luozhi turned to look at him, a little worried. "Who should we hand over the workshop to?"

Bored, she twisted her hair and thought about everyone in her family, but after thinking it over, she felt that none of them were quite suitable.

"Is it okay, Brother Fu?" Wen Zixun suddenly asked, frowning.

Wen Luozhi blinked, "That's right!"

How could she forget about Afu!

Afu always does things methodically, is an impeccable person, and is the village chief's son.

If others can't trust her, can't she trust the village chief? At the very least, she still has her father, the village chief, to keep an eye on her.

As long as the money is in place, everything will be fine.

The brother and sister went straight to the village chief's house when they arrived in the village. The village chief was puffing on his pipe and watching his eldest grandson write calligraphy.

Upon seeing the brother and sister, he left his eldest grandson and invited them to sit down.

"Uncle Village Chief, is Brother Afu home?"

Wen Luozhi accepted the tea offered by the village chief and asked with a smile.

The village chief chuckled at her, "Go find A-Yun next door, Luo girl. What do you need him for?"

Since Wen Zixun was busy with the workshop affairs, Wen Luozhi asked him to talk to the village chief.

Upon hearing the siblings say they planned to let Afu manage the workshop, the village chief was initially delighted, but then, remembering something, he immediately shook his head vigorously, "No way! That kid's too stupid!"

"Even if you trust me, I don't trust you."

The village chief waved his hand, naturally happy that his son had gotten such an opportunity.

But managing such a large workshop involves many considerations, and he worried that his son might not do a good job and would betray people's trust.

Wen Luozhi and her brother exchanged a glance, and Wen Zixun said, "Brother Afu can definitely do it. Besides, we feel at ease with you watching over us."

The village chief was at a loss for words. He thought about how his son was about to get married and he still needed to earn money to support his family.

Besides, such a good thing is extremely rare, so he felt he could give it a shot.

"it is good!"

"Then this old man will shamelessly accept this cheap job on behalf of Afu."

"Looking for a kid, you guys should also have a trial period. If he doesn't perform well, call my kid back."

The village chief made no attempt to hide his joy. If Afu could really manage the workshop well, that would be a great achievement; if he couldn't manage it well, he could just consider it as gaining experience.

With this old man watching over things, no one can afford to cause trouble!

The brother and sister told each other about it when they got home for dinner that evening.

The family members naturally had no objections, as each of them had their own affairs and couldn't spare the time.

Wen Luozhi bought shops for both the first and second wives. Wen Ziming's fresh produce shop brings in a considerable amount of income every day, and the main customers are wealthy families in the town.

Wen Zizhong's wood carving shop receives quite a few orders, and he earns a lot from each transaction.

Everyone has their own things to do, and at most they can spare a little time to check on things occasionally.

After discussing the workshop, it was Wen Zi'an's turn. He glanced at everyone at the table, then squeezed Jiang Shuqian's hand tighter. "Father, Mother, Little Sister, I'm leaving early the day after tomorrow."

The room fell silent again, just like last time. Wen Luozhi broke the silence with a light cough, "I'll cook for you myself tomorrow, so Fourth Brother, you'd better have a good meal before you set off."

Jiang Shuqian glanced at Wen Zi'an and said softly, "I'll pack my things for my husband in a bit."

Xie Heming was clearly prepared, but she still couldn't hold back when Wen Zian said it out loud.

She wiped her eyes and placed a piece of food on Wen Zi'an's plate. "Go pack your own luggage, don't tire out Qianqian."

After saying that, she glared at Wen Zi'an.

Wen Zi'an chuckled, immediately livening up the atmosphere. "I know, Mother. I wouldn't want to tire you out."

The family ate their meal happily. After Wen Luozhi finished eating, she went to Lang Batian's room and dragged him out of bed.

My fourth brother is leaving the day after tomorrow. What do you need to take with you? I'll pack for you.

She smiled, unusually giving Lang Batian a friendly look.

Wolf Overlord stretched, yawned, and his eyes welled up with tears. "I want lots of delicious food, and white clothes too."

After saying that, he collapsed and started snoring, and no matter how much Wen Luozhi pulled him, he wouldn't wake up.

Left with no other choice, Wen Luozhi packed him everything that could be stored for a long time and was easy to carry.

Knowing that Lang Batian was always slovenly, she took out the white clothes she had already packed and changed into several black ones.

Before they knew it, that day arrived, and Xia Tingfeng had no choice but to let go of Jiang Wan's hand.

Jiang Wan flung the person away and shoved them towards the carriage, saying, "Hurry up and get going!"

"Take good care of Zi'an, or I won't let you off the hook."

Xia Tingfeng reluctantly climbed into the carriage.

Wen Zi'an looked at Jiang Shuqian, his eyes welling up with tears, his mouth slightly open, reluctant to say a word of farewell to her.

"Let's go quickly, it's getting late. I'll go to the prefectural city with my sister, so please don't worry, husband."

Jiang Shuqian smiled, her eyes crinkling, forcibly suppressing the urge to cry.

Wen Zian looked at Wen Luozhi expectantly, "Sister, your fourth sister-in-law..."

"I know, I know, I know everything. Have a safe journey, Fourth Brother." Wen Luozhi smiled and stuffed an envelope into his bundle. "From your sister, take these flowers."

Before Wen Zi'an could even feel touched, Wen Muchuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "You'll have to give me double the amount from now on, my darling."

The whole family laughed. Wen Luozhi patted the horse's rump and said to the coachman, "Let's set off!"

If we don't leave now, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave today.

The carriage slowly disappeared from sight, and only when it was out of sight of Jiang Shuqian's eyes did she dare to let the tears fall.

Xie He pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back. "Poor Qianqian, that brat Lao Si! I..."

Jiang Shuqian smiled through her tears and spoke up for Wen Zi'an, "Mother, please don't scold my husband. He was doing it for my own good."

Xie He gave her a reproachful look. What could she say? The person in question had already spoken.

Jiang Wan looked at herself happily in the small mirror, showing no trace of sadness at the separation. Pointing to her long, curled eyelashes, she asked Xia Yunsheng:

"Daughter, do you think my new eyelash extensions look good?"