When the other party is reasonable, the communication matters are not complicated.
The price and supply volume can be settled.
Signing the contract was also a quick matter, done when time permitted.
The contract was also in black and white.
Two copies.
Both were properly kept.
Cheng Hao seemed to stuff the contract into his chest, but in reality, he put it into his space.
It was very safe.
With the important matters settled.
What remained was eating and drinking, no longer needing to be so tense.
And it had to be said that the dishes were made very well.
Su Miaomiao ate her fill while listening to them talk.
Finally, when Cheng Hao finished his business and chatted with the shopkeeper for a few more words, the meal was almost done, and she could safely leave with him.
The shopkeeper was very polite throughout, and the conversation with Cheng Hao never went cold.
In this place, women generally did not participate in business matters, and when they came out, they were just for show, so everyone was used to it.
But Su Miaomiao saw that there were no problems and she didn't need to say anything, so she ate and drank with peace of mind, who told her childhood sweetheart to be so reliable?
She could be much more at ease.
The main thing was that the shopkeeper did not specifically talk to her, treating Cheng Hao as the person in charge, so this trip was just for her to come out and play.
After eating and drinking their fill.
When the two of them came out of the teahouse.
The sky was still early.
The other party's sedan chair was still waiting. Cheng Hao signaled not to bother, as he planned to take Su Miaomiao to wander around the area and wouldn't need the sedan chair.
Seeing this, the shopkeeper did not insist. He called back the servants and then said, "In that case, it will be as young master Cheng wishes. If you have time in the future, please bring madam to visit often. Our teahouse is quite interesting."
The Jiang family's teahouse lobby often invited performers. Usually, there were storytellers, occasionally ventriloquists, and sometimes singing and instrumental performances.
Therefore, it was indeed interesting.
People from the surrounding area would come to order a pot of tea and a few pastries.
They would sit there for an entire afternoon.
It was something only wealthy families could afford, purely to pass the time.
How could ordinary people who lived more frugally afford to consume in a teahouse?
At this time, preparations were already underway inside, and it looked like there would be storytelling today.
Cheng Hao saw Su Miaomiao looking inside and smiled, promising, "Next time for sure."
The shopkeeper then smiled.
He then watched the young couple leave before turning back inside.
A young waiter didn't understand and followed him, asking with confusion, "Uncle Hao, why are you so polite to those two? They're just peddlers of pastries, aren't they? Is it worth all of us working so hard to serve them?"
He muttered, "And making the kitchen staff busy all morning, making so many time-consuming good foods, just to serve the two of them?"
The young waiter was puzzled and utterly bewildered. He thought that the young couple was indeed outstanding and eye-catching in a crowd.
But they didn't look like they came from a wealthy family? Look, they didn't even have any servants accompanying them when they went out. Wealthy families always made a show of their status when going out!
The young waiter looked down on this person.
Shopkeeper Hao glanced at the young waiter who was following closely beside him and asked him sternly, "Where were you the past few days? Weren't you at the teahouse? Don't you know who these two are? Don't you know how good their pastries are?"
Clearly, he hadn't done his homework or paid attention to the important matters of the teahouse. How could he be on duty?
The young waiter, relying on the fact that he was the nephew of the old steward of the Jiang family, had always been lazy and often slacked off, disappearing every few days, either at the casino or in the red-light district. Therefore, he was a little nervous when being reprimanded.
He stammered in response, "I... I had something going on the past two days! I wasn't here. Sigh, it's not a big deal, aren't they just peddlers of pastries? And I don't even know where these low-class people came from. They can't compare to our Jiang family at all. It's just that their pastries are made a bit better. It's their good fortune that we even take notice of them, isn't it?"