The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

Guo Huifang works in the cafeteria and can get some delicious food from time to time. She used to take it home for her family to eat, but now, in order to please Jin Xiaobao, she will give most of it to him in advance.

She blocked the children's route after school, pulled Jin Xiaobao aside, and handed him a fragrant lunch box.

"Eat it, this is the braised pork that Auntie left for you. I don't have any."

Jin Xiaobao opened it and saw a big, shiny piece of meat inside. He said in a crisp voice, "Thank you, Aunt Fang."

After saying that, he sat on a big rock beside him and concentrated on eating the braised pork in the aluminum box.

Seeing him eating happily, Guo Huifang smiled and said in a gentle and persuasive way, "Auntie will treat you well."

Jin Xiaobao stuffed his mouth full of the rich fat and just kept chewing, nodding vaguely.

"okay."

Guo Huifang rolled her eyes and asked, "Who is better, your aunt or me?"

Jin Xiaobao said without hesitation, "Of course it's your turn."

After hearing what the child said, Guo Huifang smiled even more, "Then how about I be your aunt?"

Jin Xiaobao nodded repeatedly, "Okay."

Seeing that he agreed, Guo Huifang struck while the iron was hot, "Have you told your uncle about this?"

Jin Xiaobao picked up another piece of fat meat and stuffed it into his mouth. "My uncle is not at home these two days. I will talk to him when he comes back."

"Okay!" Guo Huifang was delighted. "First, tell me how your aunt bullied you kids when your uncle was not at home."

She taught, "Remember to be pitiful when the time comes. It's best if you can cry while you speak."

Jin Xiaobao nodded while eating and agreed very quickly.

Guo Huifang tempted, "If I were your aunt, you would have such delicious braised pork to eat every day."

Jin Xiaobao's eyes sparkled, "Really!"

Seeing that this was possible, Guo Huifang immediately agreed, "Of course it's true. I like you so much. You are much better than your current aunt."

Guo Huifang said lovingly, "Eat more, good boy."

After Guo Huifang left, Jin Xiaobao's friends came over and said, "It smells so good."

Jin Xiaobao was not stingy and handed the lunch box over, "Take it and eat."

The smell of meat aroused the appetite of Zhao Dazhui. He couldn't wait to take it and he and a few friends took a bite each and shared it all.

Zhao Dazhu squeezed out from the crowd of people scrambling for food. His mouth was full and he had to chew a few bites before he could speak.

"Why does Zhigao's sister always send you food?"

Jin Xiaobao burped, and without answering Zhao Dazhu's question, he carried his schoolbag and was about to leave, "I'm going home."

Zhao Dazhu was going the same way as him, and hurriedly followed him, "Brother Bao, wait for me, I want to go home too."

Ever since Teacher Lin visited his home and reported him, Li Changpu ordered Jin Xiaobao not to go up the mountain again. After being beaten, Jin Xiaobao learned his lesson and stopped going up the mountain, but he could not stop making money.

After his father fell ill, his mother and her children had a hard time making ends meet. The children were used to seeing their mother taking out a few bills from her pocket and counting them seven or eight times without finding enough to pay. Yet they still went to borrow money, being servile and being treated coldly by others.

Such experiences made Jin Xiaowen and Jin Xiaobao more eager to make money than ordinary children.

But he was under strict surveillance during this period. He had to be home half an hour after school and could not go out to play for more than an hour. Apart from going up the mountain, what else could he do?

Jin Xiaobao sat in the classroom every day, looking at the people in the classroom, and came up with some ideas. He could make some things that children would like and sell them.

He had observed that most of these kids had some pocket money, ranging from three to five cents, to even a huge sum of ten cents.

Jin Xiaobao did what he said. After school, he went to discuss with Zhao Dazhui. He wanted to buy some goods that the children would be interested in. However, the town was too far away and a round trip would not take an hour. So he had to follow Zhao Dazhui to the nearby villages for a few rounds.

The two of them were running around like headless flies. Just when Jin Xiaobao was worried about what business to start, Zhao Dazhui suddenly mentioned that there was a grandmother in the village who made delicious salted soybeans and dried radishes, and his mother would ask her to trade some every once in a while.

Jin Xiaobao just said, "Do you know where it is? Take me there first."

Jin Xiaobao didn't hold out much hope at first, but when he found the old lady's house, he saw a black ceramic jar filled with wrinkled soybeans and bright red chili peppers, which looked appetizing. He took a bite and it was salty and spicy. The soybeans were dry and flavorful, and the shredded radish was crispy and tender. Unlike the usual pickled vegetables at home, this salty soybean and dried radish was dry as a whole, without any soup, more like a salty dish to go with wine.

Jin Xiaobao decided then and there that he would sell this tomorrow.

He still had some money left from going up the mountain, so he just bought the whole can.

This can costs 1.6 yuan, which is not cheap for a child.

Zhao Dazhu hurriedly stopped him, "Brother Bao, why did you buy so much? What if you can't sell them?"

Jin Xiaobao thought about it and thought of a way out. "It's okay. If it can't be sold, it's my fault."

The next day, they secretly opened a business in the back row of the classroom. Jin Xiaobao and Zhao Dazhui had just been punished, so they were still restrained. They only told the students in one or two rows nearby about the business of selling snacks. No one was interested in it at first.

Seeing this, Jin Xiaobao opened the jar, and after a while, a salty and spicy smell wafted out.

Several students were looking around curiously. Seeing this, Jin Xiaobao took out a small piece of oil paper that he had cut in advance, scooped a spoonful of salted soybeans and dried radish on it, and called out to a classmate who had been looking over here, "Xiaopang, come here, try my secret salted soybeans."

Seeing the devil in the class calling him, the fat boy nervously covered his pocket and said, "I... have no money."

Jin Xiaobao smiled and said, "Don't worry if you don't have money. We are classmates. I will treat you to a meal."

Jin Xiaobao walked up to his classmate with the oil paper and handed the snack to him enthusiastically, "Come on, try one."

Seeing him like this, the little fat boy hesitantly reached out his hand, picked up a salty soybean and put it into his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, the salty and spicy taste stimulated his tongue. He took a bite. The soybean was hard and the more he chewed it in his mouth, the more fragrant it became.

Jin Xiaobao saw him move his mouth twice, squinting his eyes and looking very happy, so he asked at the right time, "How is my secret recipe of salted soybeans? It tastes good, right?"

Xiaopang gave a thumbs up and said, "It's delicious."

Jin Xiaobao then distributed a few beans to the people around him, "Come, try them, and buy more if you like them."

The children in these family compounds have a pretty good life, at least they don't go hungry, but that's just enough to make their mouths taste salty. The salty soybeans are small but very flavorful, and everyone who has tried them says they are good.

And it’s not expensive. You can buy fifteen beans for one cent, and they also come with a few shredded radish, which you can chew for an entire afternoon.

Gradually, Jin Xiaobao's business took off. He sold for a week straight. Actually, basically, it was only the twenty or so classmates who had some money who bought the products.

After a while, when they got tired of eating them, the beans became unsalable.

Zhao Dazhu looked at the remaining one third of the beans and said anxiously, "Brother Bao, what should we do with these?"

Jin Xiaobao was not in a hurry, as he had already paid for himself and even made a few cents profit.

However, the remaining ones certainly cannot be wasted, and he has already thought of where to put them.