The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Zhang Wen leaned against the counter and let out a long sigh.

"I'm exhausted, so exhausted, I'm dying... I can't go on."

She stretched, twisted her neck, and turned her head to see the bottle of Beibingyang soda on the counter.

"Hey, Huahua, where did this come from?"

Fu Hua was folding clothes and didn't even look up: "Someone gave it to me."

"Who is it? Brother Xie?"

Zhang Wen picked up the bottle; it was icy cold, and water droplets trickled down the glass.

"Did he bring you here? Why didn't you come in?"

"No, it's a classmate."

"oh."

Zhang Wen sighed, "Huahua, you have no idea how busy I've been today. I haven't even had time to drink a sip of water."

Fu Hua folded the clothes in her hand, put them back on the rack, and walked over.

I picked up the bottle of Arctic Ocean soda and pried it open with the bottle opener on the table.

She pushed the bottle over.

"Drink it, it's still cold."

"Really? Then I won't be polite."

Zhang Wen smiled, took it, tilted her head back and took a big gulp, letting out a long "ha!"

"Comfortable!"

After seeing off the last guest, Zhang Hongmei clapped her hands and walked over.

"Wow, there are so many people today."

She leaned against the counter and looked at Zhang Wen.

With a smile, she said, "You're so young, but you look like you're seventy or eighty. Look at Huahua, she's always so radiant."

Zhang Wen leaned over the counter, looking up with a pained expression.

"Mom, I'm just exhausted. I haven't had your cooking in so long, I have no energy at all."

Her eyes darted around.

"How about we treat ourselves to something nice tonight?"

Zhang Hongmei glared at her and patted her arm.

"You're sitting slouching like that, it's bad for the store's image."

Zhang Wen pouted and reluctantly straightened up.

Fu Hua picked up the bottle of Arctic Ocean soda and handed it to Zhang Hongmei.

"Auntie, you've had a long day. Have a few sips to cool down."

Zhang Hongmei waved her hand and pushed it back with a smile.

"I'm too old to drink cold food. I'll just have some water."

She picked up her enamel mug and took a few sips.

She looked up and said, "Huahua, what would you like to eat tonight? Auntie will make it for you."

Fu Hua shook her head.

"You've all worked hard today."

She laughed and said, "I'm treating everyone to hot pot at Donglaishun."

"Hot pot is great!"

Zhang Wen's eyes lit up immediately, and she jumped up from her chair.

"I haven't had hot pot in ages!"

Zhang Hongmei glared at her, then looked at Fu Hua.

"That won't do,"

She put down her cup. "You're still a student, how can I let you spend money? It's my treat, it should be my treat today."

Before Fu Hua could say anything more, Zhang Hongmei waved her hand firmly.

"Listen to your auntie. With Uncle Zhang gone, you're the one who's taking care of the shop. I heard about what happened a few days ago. You did the right thing."

"If you hadn't discovered it in time, who knows what kind of trouble they would have caused? Shouldn't your aunt treat you to a meal?"

Fu Hua looked at her and nodded.

"Okay, I'll do as Auntie says."

Zhang Hongmei smiled, then, remembering something, turned to look at Zhang Wen.

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you about the hiring. We've hired a few waiters, all of them experienced, and they can start work tomorrow. As you said, they'll be on trial for a few days first."

Fu Hua nodded.

Zhang Hongmei added, "I also took a few days off. I'll be keeping an eye on the shop these days. You and Wenwen are students, and it's not good for you to miss classes."

As Fu Hua listened, she thought of Cai Xiaoyan's matter.

"Auntie, I have another candidate for store manager."

Zhang Hongmei looked at her.

Fu Hua briefly recounted Cai Xiaoyan's situation.

The mother and daughter escaped from the village; the mother was hospitalized, and the girl was quick-witted.

He has good ideas; he used to sell things at a stall, so he has a good eye for business.

Zhang Hongmei nodded after listening.

"I trust your judgment."

She said, "The dormitory that your Uncle Zhang rented before was a courtyard, a large place. His mother can go and stay there after she is discharged from the hospital. It should be convenient for her to cook for herself."

Fu Hua nodded.

The three people were talking when the doorbell rang.

The door opened, and a man and a woman entered.

The woman was in her forties, dressed in a stylish cadre uniform, with short, neat hair and a shrewd, capable appearance.

The man was in his twenties and looked very familiar.

It's Cheng Yue.

The two look somewhat alike, so they are probably mother and son.

Cheng Yue was also surprised to see Fu Hua.

As soon as he got home, his mother, Hao Fang, dragged him out to buy clothes.

What a coincidence!

This is the third time we've met today.

Cheng Yue asked with a smile, "Fu Hua, what are you doing here? Are you buying clothes? Or what?"

"Going to hang out with friends."

Fu Hua's eyebrows and eyes were indifferent.

Cheng Yue glanced at Zhang Hongmei, then at Zhang Wen, who was about the same age, whom he had never seen before.

They're probably not classmates.

Hao Fang was originally there to look after her son, Cheng Yue.

Following his gaze, I looked at Fu Hua, and my eyes suddenly turned sharp.

Her eyes were fixed on Fu Hua.

From top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, it's like examining a piece of merchandise.

Fu Hua's eyes turned cold; she didn't like that kind of gaze.

It was as if a superior was sizing up a subordinate.

Hao Fang seemed to realize something was wrong, looked away, and pulled Cheng Yue toward the clothes rack.

Cheng Yue stumbled as she pulled him, and glanced back at Fu Hua.

Lowering her voice, she said, "Mom, why are you in such a hurry? I haven't introduced you to anyone yet."

Hao Fang didn't turn around, casually tugging at her clothes, and rolled her eyes at Cheng Yue.

"Introduce me to what? I haven't even talked about you yet. What kind of people do you usually associate with?"

Cheng Yue frowned.

"How could a merchant family be considered respectable?"

Hao Fang picked up a piece of clothing, looked at it, and then put it down.

"What kind of family do we come from? Highly educated people. Do they even deserve to be your friends?"

Cheng Yue's expression changed, and he lowered his voice: "Who told you they were in business?"

Hao Fang snorted, glanced at Fu Hua, and then swept her eyes over Zhang Hongmei and Zhang Wen.

"Didn't you see how close they are? People of a certain social standing tend to associate with others of similar social standing."

She turned to look at Cheng Yue.

"Her parents are in business, right? Tell me honestly, are you interested in that woman?"

Cheng Yue opened his mouth.

"I'm telling you, no."

Hao Fang's voice was not loud, but every word was clear and distinct.

"My mother doesn't approve of women with this kind of background, whether they're future daughters-in-law or friends."

Cheng Yue caught a glimpse of Zhang Hongmei approaching, then glanced at Fu Hua standing in the distance, and his face flushed red.

"Mom, please,"

He lowered his voice, almost gritting his teeth, and said, "Don't say these things here."

Before Hao Fang could say anything more, Zhang Hongmei walked over with a smile.

"Sir, the shirt you're looking at also comes in other colors. Let me get it for you so you can compare them."

She was enthusiastic, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Hao Fang nodded and followed her toward the shelves.

She picked out several items and tried them on one by one, never asking the price.

Zhang Hongmei stayed by her side, patiently explaining everything to her.

After trying them on, Hao Fang put the clothes on the counter.

"I'll take all of them."

As she spoke, she took out her wallet, which contained dozens of brand-new ten-yuan bills.

This wallet is stuffed full.

Zhang Wen quickly came over and efficiently packed it up for her.

After packing, I took out another gift box and handed it over with a smile.

"Auntie, this is a small gift from the store, just a little something to show your appreciation."

Hao Fang glanced at the box and waved her hand.

"No, I don't like taking advantage of others."

Zhang Wen's hand froze in mid-air.