Transmigrating with a Five Million Dollar Retirement Life

Chapter 158 Flying Tiger's Resentment

By noon, they had used up almost all the ingredients they had prepared the day before. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around in the afternoon, everyone ate like they were in a battle, quickly finishing their food in a couple of bites and then immediately starting to skewer the meat to prepare the ingredients for selling that evening.

Song Jiaojiao walked up to Mu Qing and started skewering meat with her. "Mu Qing, how are you feeling? Can you manage?"

"Mom, it's fine. I'm just maintaining order in the shop. The waiters handle the other tasks." Mu Qing looked at Song Jiaojiao and said with a smile.

"It's fine as long as you can handle it. This afternoon, I need to make something for you. It's a new product from the beverage shop behind the store. You can hand it over to Bai Shuqin this afternoon and try it out with me."

"Okay, I'll talk to Sister Bai later." Mu Qing nodded in agreement.

"Once things settle down here, you'll be busy again. You should use your free time to launch new products," Song Jiaojiao said with a sigh.

"I understand, Mom. I feel very comfortable now. I can learn so many things. It's much better than before."

Mu Qing smiled, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future; she was no longer the insecure little girl she had been at the beginning.

"I'm glad you like this kind of life. If you feel tired one day, just go home and rest. Muqing, remember to cultivate some of your own people."

Song Jiaojiao didn't want Mu Qing to work so hard. With her current assets, she could live comfortably for the rest of her life even if she just lay down.

"I understand, Mother. Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself," Mu Qing assured Song Jiaojiao.

Mother has really changed a lot. She is no longer the person who could be beaten by anyone. Mu Qing likes her mother very much.

After preparing the dishes, Song Jiaojiao led Mu Qing to the kitchen.

"This is tapioca flour, the one your older brother brought back last time. Today we're going to make sago. Knead the tapioca flour into a dough like you would make glutinous rice balls. Take out one-third of it, boil it in boiling water for two minutes, then take it out and knead it together with the dough you just made. This way, the sago won't crack."

Song Jiaojiao spoke and did as she spoke.

"Come on, you try it."

After washing and drying my hands, I tried to remove the cassava dough. At first, it all stuck to my hands and I couldn't get it off.

"It looks like there's too much water in it. Just add some more dried tapioca flour."

As Song Jiaojiao spoke, she grabbed a handful of tapioca flour and placed it on the dough. Mu Qing kneaded it for a while until the dough clumped together and was no longer sticky.

You can easily break off a piece with your hand, just like a damp clod of soil.

"Now we need to start rolling the sago pearls, they should be about this size," Song Jiaojiao said, pointing to the sago pearls about the size of mung beans in her hand.

"It has to be this small? No wonder it's called Ximi (a type of rice), it really isn't much bigger than a grain of rice!" Mu Qing said with a sudden realization.

Song Jiaojiao: Is that what sago means? I didn't know that!

Song Jiaojiao was just used to calling him by the way he used in the previous life, but she didn't expect Mu Qing to come back to the original name himself.

"In short, it should be about this size. After you've rubbed it, put it in a cool, shady place in the yard, cover it with gauze, and let it air dry. After it's air-dried, seal it for storage."

It took Song Jiaojiao and Mu Qing an entire afternoon to finish kneading the cassava dough.

It's really not easy to get a bite to eat.

Song Jiaojiao rubbed her waist and said with emotion.

"Spread these out in a winnowing basket first, and take them out to air dry when the sun comes out tomorrow. Tomorrow I will teach you how to cook sago."

Song Jiaojiao currently only plans to make sago; she'll talk about black pearls later, mainly because there isn't enough cassava available right now, and the supply is insufficient.

Mu Qing looked at Song Jiaojiao, whose face was tired, and said, "Okay, I understand. Mother, do you want to go and rest for a while?"

"Okay, I'll go back to my room and lie down first. Call me when the shop closes." Song Jiaojiao thought she didn't have anything else to do, so she agreed.

Back in her room, Song Jiaojiao first went to check out the space. As soon as she entered, she went straight into the tiled house.

She had to check how much money she had left, and she didn't even notice Fei Hu's mournful look.

The last dividend was 25 taels, and with this 61 taels, Song Jiaojiao now has 86 taels in silver notes alone.

Looking at the thick stack of silver notes in front of him, each worth tens of thousands, he realized that ancient banks were not so secure. In case of famine or war, these notes would become worthless.

It seems we'll have to slowly exchange it for silver or gold to be on the safe side that day. I doubt there's that much gold in town, so I'll have to make a trip to the county or prefecture that day.

Song Jiaojiao thought that she had never been to the county before, and perhaps she really should go and see it, so that her time travel would not have been in vain.

The money used to buy the estates and shops was basically from the profits of the workshops.

"Host, you seem to have forgotten something, haven't you?" Fei Hu's voice came from behind, startling Song Jiaojiao who was deep in thought.

"You suddenly made that noise and scared the whole gang away! Don't you know that scaring someone can be deadly?" Song Jiaojiao patted her chest, still shaken.

"Sorry, I'm not human," Fei Hu said helplessly.

Song Jiaojiao: ……

"What's wrong? Did I forget something?" Song Jiaojiao asked speechlessly.

"Host, what do you think? Look at yourself, how long has it been since you brought in any new seeds? It's been almost half a year. I see you've found a way to make money and have long forgotten about me. You still say you're making money for me."

The resentment in Fei Hu's body was deeper than that of the people who died tragically.

"...How could that be? I'm just trying to figure something out. I plan to buy more servants and start training them to prepare for my upcoming long trip."

Song Jiaojiao explained guiltily, saying that she had truly forgotten about it since Fei Hu hadn't mentioned it.

Song Jiaojiao's biggest support is Wang Hefan, but he's stuck in the north and can't come back. Even if Song Jiaojiao wants to, she can't find a good person now.

"Really?" Fei Hu clearly didn't believe Song Jiaojiao's words, even though Song Jiaojiao had said this to him several times before.

"Of course! Look, I have so much money here, I can easily find people willing to risk their lives for it!"

Song Jiaojiao forced a smile and waved the silver notes in her hand, but her heart was bleeding. She wondered how much it would cost to buy a servant who knew martial arts, and where she could find one.

Although Fei Hu still didn't quite believe Song Jiaojiao's words, he said, "Alright, I'll believe you one last time. Host, you have to bring good news quickly, otherwise the space will regress in another six months."

Song Jiaojiao: ? ? !!! !

"What regression? You've never mentioned that before!!!"

Fei Hu's words were a huge blow to Song Jiaojiao.

"Didn't I say that? I remember saying it!" Fei Hu looked puzzled.

Seeing Song Jiaojiao's shocked expression, could it really not have said that?

"I may have forgotten, but it's not too late for the host to know now. You still have six months."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Flying Tiger ran away.

Song Jiaojiao just wanted to dig it out and beat it up. How could she forget something so important?!