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Lin Yuan lounged leisurely in the front hall, watching Liang Zi and others greet customers, and immediately felt how right her initial decision had been.

Rather than doing everything herself, she delegated responsibilities to her subordinates.

Otherwise, between the tofu shop and Rice Flower Fragrance, wouldn’t she have worked herself to death?

Besides, she needed to allocate her energy to other tasks as well.

Speaking of other tasks, what Xia Zheng had mentioned a few days ago left her somewhat troubled.

Xia Zheng had long said that he wanted Lin Yuan to take over Fuman Building, but at that time, she merely thought he was saying it casually and didn’t expect he was actually serious about it.

Truth be told, managing a restaurant was Lin Yuan’s ultimate dream, but it had to be her own restaurant. Taking over something halfway through from someone else always gave her a feeling akin to robbery.

Even if the person being "robbed" was the one she had resolved to spend her lifetime with.

However, a comment from Xia Zheng did stir her interest.

Xia Zheng said that because his father forbade him from conducting business, although his Fuman Building was successful and had several branches, they were only around the Capital city’s well-known towns.

There were none in the Capital city itself—not because he lacked the ability, but because he didn’t dare to brazenly set up shop under his father’s watchful eye.

This statement indeed sparked a thought in Lin Yuan’s mind—since there was no Fuman Building in the Capital city, she could open one there on his behalf.

However, whether the restaurant in the Capital city would still be called Fuman Building or be renamed would no longer be Xia Zheng’s decision to make.

Having considered this, Lin Yuan finally agreed to Xia Zheng’s request. But instead of taking over, she decided to become a shareholder. Lacking silver, it was impossible for her to buy in with money. Therefore, she resolved to invest with her recipe collection and cooking skills.

Lin Yuan’s skills were well-known to all. Fuman Building wasn’t short on silver, what it lacked were fresh dishes and constant innovation. With Lin Yuan on board, Fuman Building’s business was sure to rise to new heights.

Thus, the deal to become a shareholder in Fuman Building was struck. Meanwhile, both Rice Flower Fragrance and the tofu shop’s businesses were also gradually getting on track, and the new house in the Lin family hollow was now tidied up, with the family slowly starting to move in.

Lin Jiaxin and his wife didn’t have many possessions. Lin Yuan almost got rid of all their old clothes. If not for Lady Liu taking pity, insisting on keeping a few pieces, Lin Yuan might have very well thrown away everything.

"Oh, mama, this garment is layered with patches upon patches—why are you still keeping it? Just throw it away, will you?" Lin Yuan pulled out a grey cotton skirt that had been washed to a pale hue from Lady Liu’s bundle and tossed it aside.

Lady Liu hurriedly picked it up and stuffed it back into her bundle. Almost everything in this bundle were discarded old clothes Lin Yuan had thrown away.

"This skirt was made from the first cloth your father bought for me—it can’t be thrown away!"

Lin Yuan pouted, throwing out another piece, a faded floral jacket, "This isn’t from the first fabric, right? The style is outdated, just throw it away."

Lady Liu picked it up and put it back into her bundle, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, "No, no, you don’t see how durable this material is, no matter how old the style. I’ll save it for you girls—if any one of you likes it, you can keep it to wear."

Lin Yuan was about to decline when Xiao Linshuang, who was busy sorting her books at the side, looked up, vigorously shaking her head, "I don’t want to wear it, I have new clothes made by mama and eldest sister, I don’t want old clothes."

Lin Wei, busy with her embroidery, also pursed her lips and declined, "Mama, you might as well leave it for eldest sister. I, I can make my own."