"Min Min really has grown prettier and prettier."
"Brother Jiang, you flatter me."
"By the way, Min Min, are you still selling your undershirts? Supplies have been a little tight lately."
"Then let's sell them. I can make a little extra money, too."
"Easy enough. I'll have them prepare Min Min's spices later, then marinate the undershirts for a few days."
In Fang Chaoqun's courtyard, Jiang Lin shamelessly stayed for a meal and casually discussed a business deal with her.
Actually, Jiang Lin's undershirts came in different varieties. One kind involved selling the actual undershirts themselves, such as those from the Wine-selling Lass and the widows from West Village.
The other kind was like Min Min's: after obtaining the owner's consent, he simply developed a similar fragrance using matching spices. After all, the other party would never know...
Of course, Jiang Lin would absolutely never sell his own master's or Little Jia's undershirts. Not even fake ones.
If anyone dared to sell them, Jiang Lin would blow their asshole apart.
That was right—Jiang Lin was a shameless hypocrite...
Min Min cleared away the bowls and chopsticks before heading to the kitchen to wash them, looking every bit the virtuous wife.
Jiang Lin did not go help. If he followed her in, Fang Chaoqun, that girl-con, would probably fight him to the death...
Besides, if Niannian was a goddaughter to Fang Chaoqun, Jiji Bo, and the others, then Min Min was essentially a god-sister to Jiang Lin and the others—a true member of the family.
"Old Jiang, Diao Da says you've been tinkering with something at Twin Pearl Peak these past few days. Hurry up and bring it out for your brother to see."
After Min Min left, Fang Chaoqun quickly sidled over. Based on past experience, whenever Jiang Lin "cultivated