Chapter 7: The Wife's Hands Are So Soft

to marry a man who was short in stature.The bark of the grain tree, three inches long, knots with sorrow every night.He turned around and saw five hooligans standing not far away, grinning smugly and...The maid snorted, “Looking at your short stature and ragged hemp clothes, you’re probably just a pancake seller. What skills could you possibly have”

"I sell pancakes here. I may not be skilled at much else, but I'm surprisingly good at curing body odor."

This Wu Yuemei is a daughter of a wealthy family. After marrying Ximen He, they haven't consummated their marriage because she has a strong body odor.

Although she dressed herself like a perfectly ripe peach, in reality she was still an innocent young girl.

A discordant marriage can really worry this beauty.

Upon hearing this from Wu Chao, Wu Yuemei hurriedly got up and addressed him with a respectful curtsy: "Sir, do you truly have a way to treat it"

"Yes, of course I have it. But I'm afraid Madam Ximen won't believe me."

"If master truly has a way, no matter how much money, this slave girl is willing to pay!"

Wu Chao's mouth twitched slightly upwards. When he was young, he learned martial arts at Shaolin Temple and often trained until his head bled. Just so happened there was a sweeper monk in a secluded courtyard of the Shaolin Temple.

This monk was skilled in medicine, and having spent time with him, Wu Chao also learned a little about it. This included a way to treat body odor.

"Of course there are ways. I just arrived in Yanggu County. Many things haven't been brought over, and they need to be furnished again. Ma'am, just give me ten taels of silver, and tomorrow I can deliver the items."

Wu Yuemei was very eager to find a way to cure her body odor, so without hesitation, she took out ten taels of silver and handed it to Wu Chao.

Wu Chao smiled: "My lady, just wait at home in peace. I will soon bring the good things up."

Leaving with ten ounces of silver, he took Gao Jinhua and strode away with a swagger.

On the way back, Gao Jinlian looked at Wu Chao with a very strange look.

Her hesitant expression was incredibly endearing, making Wu Chao's mouth water uncontrollably. Wu Chao chuckled and said to Gao Jinlian, "Lady, please ask anything you wish."

Gao Jinlian murmured with her sexy lips, softly asking: "My lord, can you really cure Madam Ximen"

"My lady, just watch from the side. Your man here knows a lot of things you wouldn't believe."

Looking at Wu Chao's confident smile, Gao Jinlian was momentarily stunned. If she wasn't always with Wu Chao, she might think that the person in front of her wasn't the timid and incompetent Wu Dalang at all.

And somehow, in that instant, Gao Jinhua suddenly realized her man was quite handsome.

"My lady, why are you standing there Let's go, let's go home."

Wu Chao held Gao Jinlian's hand and walked through the streets back to their home.

Gao Jinhua held in her hands a light blue dress, like holding a treasure. The corners of her mouth curled up into a faint smile, and there was still a hint of happiness in her eyes.

"My lord, I'll go upstairs to put my clothes away. Then I'll come down and knead dough with you."

As soon as she stepped into the house, Gao Jinlian rushed upstairs. Wu Chao smiled at her and said, "How could you possibly do such rough work Leave the money-making to me."

After finishing his words, Wu Chao rolled up his sleeves and began working.

Even in modern times, Wu Chao is regarded by many entrepreneurs as a business genius. He has an extraordinary sense for making money; any industry he invests in is sure to be highly profitable!

Before the general public gets tired of scallion oil pancakes, Wu Chao wants to mass produce them and invest the profits in another industry.

Actually, the moment Wu Chao saw Xi Men Hu's wife, Wu Yue Mei, he knew how he was going to make his money.

No matter what dynasty, women's money is the easiest to make!

While Wu Chao kneaded the dough, Gao Jinlian still wore coarse cloth clothes. She rolled up her smooth and fair hands and stood beside Wu Chao, kneading the dough together.

The couple stood side by side, though they didn't speak, there was always a hint of ambiguity in the air.

Gao Jinhui used to never even glance at Wu Chao, but now she often catches his eye.

As they were drifting along, their hands accidentally touched.

Wu Chao, this rascal, wouldn't let go of such an opportunity. He immediately grabbed Gao Jinlian's soft and tender hand.

Gao Jinlian struggled slightly, but Wu Chao held on tightly. Her struggle was like a little fish, the more it flapped, the stronger the feeling it gave Wu Chao.

"My lady, your hands are so soft," Wu Chao said shamelessly.

Gao Jinlian was embarrassed by Wu Chao's words. Her delicate and flawless face was flushed red, like a ripe autumn apple, alluringly beautiful.

Gao Jinlian quickly shifted her attention and discovered that Wu Chao had prepared a lot of flour. These ingredients, if left in normal times, wouldn't sell out even after ten days. She couldn't help but ask, "Sir, will we be able to sell all these cakes"

Just as Wu Chao was about to speak, a woman's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Is Jinlian at home"

Gao Jinlian hurriedly said, "It's my godmother here!"

"Only then did Wang's mother walk in carrying a bundle. Seeing Wu Chao and Gao Jinlian kneading dough, she looked down upon them with disdain: 'I'm telling you, eldest son, it's not your adoptive mother saying this to you. It's fine if you do this hard labor yourself, but why make Jinlian do it too'"

Saying this, Wang Po handed the package to Gao Jinhua: “Jinhua, you hurry and wash your hands, and shake off all the dust on your body. If you dirty these clothes, you can't afford it.”

This old woman made many demands of Gao Jinlian, as if she held an imperial edict in her hand, almost requiring Gao Jinlian to burn incense and bathe.

"Oh."

As Gao Jinlian turned obediently to go wash her hands, Wu Chao suddenly grabbed her soft arm.

Wuchou stared straight at Wang Po and said, "What's in this package"

“What else could it be Of course, it’s the clothes of wealthy families. These are all made of silks and satins. You wouldn't even see these on a normal day.”

"Well then, take it somewhere else!" Though Wu Chao wasn't tall, his words carried weight and resonated powerfully.

Before this, Wǔ Dàláng was always a cowardly wretch. He didn't even dare to speak loudly to others. While Lady Wáng was initially intimidated by Wǔ Chāo, she quickly came to her senses and reprimanded him.

"Wudai, don't be ungrateful! Do you know how much these clothes cost"

Wu Chao gave a cold smile: "I don't know, and I don't want to know! We can earn the money ourselves, so you don't need to bother."

Besides, don't come to my house from now on, and don't bring those messy clothes to trample upon my wife! From now on, my wife will not do any needlework for other people!

“You, you…” Wang Po was so scolded by Wu Chao that she couldn’t speak for a moment.

"Well then! Sold a few stale cakes, and your tail went to the sky, is that it You just wait, as long as I say one word, you won't be able to sell a single one of these cakes! Don't come crawling at my door begging me when that happens!"

Wang Po left Wu Chao's house angrily. As soon as she entered the teahouse, Xi Men He eagerly came up to meet her.

"Mother, how did things go"

Wang Po let out a cold snort and threw the package onto the table: "This Wu Dalang seems to have become suspicious. He's refusing to let Gao Jinlian contact anyone else."

Soon, a sinister smile appeared on Wang Po's wrinkled face: "He, a mere peddler of pastries, dares to defy me! He will soon reap what he has sown!"

Xi Men Hu asked, "What are you planning to do, Mother"when Li Qingzhao decided to divorce her husband!Zhao Fuju brought her cute little head closer and asked, "Sister Zhao, what happened""Today's poetry session comes to an end. I won't be home these next...