The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

"Little Shu, you can't spoil Xiao Qing like this anymore..."

Zhi Qiu linked arms with Ye Shu, leaning against him with a slightly limp gait, her voice a little nasal.

Ye Shu wasn't much better off; her nose was twisted from blowing it, and the tip was bright red.

"I understand. It was really hot yesterday, and I figured I'd be fine with the blanket on..."

Ye Shu spoke in a muffled voice, and he did regret taking that short nap with Xia Qing yesterday afternoon.

The two had just come back from outside, and were already hot. They had just taken a shower, and then they slept in the bedroom where the air conditioning was so cold it felt like an icebox... When they woke up, both of their noses were stuffy.

Xia Qing caused the trouble, but Zhi Qiu became the scapegoat.

The two were currently in the most bustling area of ​​the southern city. Even though it wasn't a holiday, there were still quite a few people strolling on the streets.

However, the sun was still scorching hot today, making the floor tiles underfoot feel hot. Everyone was grimacing from the heat, and some were even walking around eating ice cream, with the syrup dripping down their fingers and melting more than they ate.

Zhi Qiu linked arms with Ye Shu, holding a parasol in her hand.

Ye Shu has never really liked parasols; he'd rather just sunbathe here without one.

Because of the umbrella, all the heat coming out from above was trapped inside and couldn't dissipate at all. In addition, the umbrella surface was also hot from the sun, making the small area under the umbrella feel like a big steamer.

There's a noticeable height difference between Ye Shu and Zhi Qiu, and the umbrella is held too high, so Zhi Qiu isn't shielded at all.

But if the umbrella is lowered a bit, Ye Shu's head will be trapped in the small area where the heat is accumulating.

The heat couldn't dissipate, and soon my head was covered in sweat, which trickled down my chin.

Ye Shu felt his vision blur and he felt weak all over. He shook his head, feeling nauseous. He said to Zhi Qiu:

"Sister Zhiqiu, why don't you hold the umbrella yourself? You don't need to hold it for me. I can't stand it anymore. It feels like there's a steamer on the top of my head."

However, to be honest, Ye Shu felt that his cold should get better quickly, judging from the amount of sweat he was producing.

Zhi Qiu looked up and saw that Ye Shu's lips were a little pale. She quickly moved the umbrella away a bit, reached out and touched Ye Shu's face, and said with heartache:

"Little Shu, are you suffering from heatstroke? Why didn't you say so sooner if you weren't feeling well?!"

She glanced around and spotted a dessert shop not far away. She quickly helped Ye Shu walk towards it.

"Let's go rest there for a while. Anyway, it's still early, no rush."

The two went into the small shop, and as soon as Ye Shu came into contact with the air conditioning, he felt much more awake.

Because it was so hot, the store was packed with people, mostly shoppers passing by to cool off.

The two found a seat, and after Zhi Qiu helped Ye Shu to sit down, she took her small bag and went to the counter to order.

Ye Shu still had her eyes closed, feeling as if she were sitting on this stool, performing the Invincible Wind and Fire Wheel, just spinning around.

Zhi Qiu returned shortly after. Seeing Ye Shu with his eyes closed and brows furrowed, she took a wet wipe from her bag and gently wiped the sweat from Ye Shu's face, her eyes filled with heartache.

"Little Shu, are you feeling better?"

Ye Shu nodded, and in his daze, he was about to call her "wife," but then he suddenly realized that since this morning, Sister Zhi Qiu had never called him "husband" or asked him to call her "wife," and had only called him "little brother Shu."

He was a little curious: had Sister Zhi Qiu forgotten, or did she just find the old way of addressing her more natural?

But his survival instinct told him that if he didn't do stupid things, he wouldn't die. Whether he forgot or not, the best thing to do was not to go looking for trouble.

Just as I was lost in thought, the proprietress came over with a tray containing two matcha cakes, sprinkled with chopped nuts, which looked exquisite.

There were also two glasses of plum juice with straws, and the water droplets dripping down the glass were still chilled.

Ye Shu took a sip of the plum juice through a straw. Hey, it's so delicious!

It's sweet and sour with a faint medicinal aroma. After swallowing it, a subtle sweet aftertaste rises up in your throat. It's so refreshing to swallow, it can be described as invigorating.

Moreover, you can tell from the first sip that this flavor isn't something created through a combination of technology and rudimentary techniques; it's clearly made from ingredients you bought yourself.

Looking at his glass of plum juice, he started thinking, "Why don't I make some for the shop too? It's the perfect time of year, and sales should be good."

He glanced around the shop again. There were about twenty seats, and about seven or eight out of ten were occupied. The average cost per person was about twenty or thirty yuan. In this sweltering heat, if his shop was open for about eleven hours a day, that would be... damn, two or three thousand yuan!

His heart skipped a beat when he saw the number. If Corner Tea House were open, wouldn't he have made that money?

The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became. After all, he earned several thousand yuan a day, and it would be painful for anyone to lose it so easily.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered a video he had seen on a short video platform before, in which an expert was saying to the camera that young people today are unwilling to endure hardship, have no ambition, and quit their jobs at the drop of a hat.

When Ye Shu saw this, he wanted to curse. "Two thousand yuan a month? I'd give you my life if you wanted that? In ancient times, if you were to keep a bodyguard, you'd have to make sure his whole family didn't go hungry. With that kind of salary, you'd be lucky to do your job well. What more do you want from him?"

In the end, isn't it just that they don't want to spend money? You can't expect a horse to run if you don't feed it grass.

To put it bluntly, if you offered 50,000 a month, do you think those young people would be willing to work hard for you? They'd be happy to work overtime, or even stay at the company's gate at night.

The ambition you desire requires you to give something in return; you can't just have whatever you want.

Ye Shu had already grasped this concept when he worked as Chen Xing's shop assistant. After graduating, he had found several jobs, but each one was filled with a lot of work and chores, but the pay was low. Ye Shu would just glance at these predictable jobs and leave.

It wasn't until she met Sister Chen Xing that Ye Shu was able to tell whether someone was genuinely kind to her.

Being treated sincerely makes Ye Shu more energetic and willing to put in the effort.

Working at Corner Tea House is definitely not easy; it's more tiring than those so-called office jobs. But Ye Shu finds it comfortable, energetic, and enjoyable.

Now that Ye Shu has started earning dividends, this idea has become even clearer. Because if he earns less money, he will receive less money in return, so he is even more anxious.

"What are you thinking about? Your face is all scrunched up like an old man's."

Zhi Qiu sat opposite him, looking at his expression of "Don't make a fuss, I'm thinking," and used a fork to scoop a small piece of cake and feed it to him.

"Are you still feeling unwell? Here, eat more to replenish your energy, ah~"

Ye Shu was still thinking about something, so he didn't pay attention and obediently opened his mouth and ate the cake. The matcha flavor mixed with the milk flavor melted in his mouth before he came back to his senses.

Then I saw Zhi Qiu across from me smilingly put her fork back, put it in her mouth, and eat the cream on it.

Ye Shu was taken aback by this, then licked her lips. Her cake seemed sweeter than hers.