Heavenly Blessed Baby: Fleeing Famine, Busy to Prosper!-Chapter 272: I Want to Open a Restaurant

Yi Meng felt like she used up all her courage for this lifetime tonight.

She had never seen anyone dare to negotiate prices with the God of Wealth.

This "admirably brave" person happened to be her own daughter.

"Oh, Grandpa God of Wealth, just accept the gifts nicely, don’t throw a tantrum, the smell is overwhelming Manbao!"

Qi Manman discontentedly used her little chubby hands to fan the frenzied smoke away.

In the next moment, the smoke suddenly calmed down a lot.

Qi Manman pinched a piece of braised pork and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing contentedly, she nodded: "Thank you, Grandpa Heavenly Dao, for leaving meat for Manbao!"

Then she clicked her tongue: "Isn’t it delicious?"

The little girl mumbled to the incense, creating a strangely eerie scene.

Yi Meng wanted several times to leave the space, but ultimately didn’t have the courage.

It was only after the little girl ate her fill and wiped her mouth, yawning several times, that this nerve-wracking, nearly soul-scattering "offering" finally ended.

"Mom, let’s go out and sleep!"

Qi Manman rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, her big eyes full of exhaustion.

Yi Meng stood up, her legs a bit shaky, but she gritted her teeth to stand firm.

Using spring water, she washed the little girl’s hands and wiped her face, ready to leave.

Suddenly thinking of the offered dishes, she hesitated and asked: "Manbao, what about those dishes?"

The little girl, nestled in Yi Meng’s arms, was already unable to keep her eyes open, murmured, "Xiao Bai will eat them" before falling into a deep sleep.

Yi Meng looked back and saw Xiao Bai already crouched in front of the braised pork.

That piece of braised pork was almost as big as its head, but it swallowed a piece in one gulp.

Yi Meng didn’t want to look anymore, fearing that her motherly heart might give out prematurely.

Leaving the space, she tucked her daughter in, covered her with a blanket, but Yi Meng lay beside her unable to sleep.

The scenes from the space played over and over like a movie in her mind.

She... wants to open a restaurant?

The term restaurant clearly isn’t from this era, but she had mentioned it when telling stories before, and Qi Manman remembered.

Just now, she mentioned Grandpa Heavenly Dao, Grandpa God of Wealth, and even... Grandpa Jade Emperor.

With all these top-tier deities notified, wouldn’t it seem too uncouth not to open one?

The more Yi Meng thought about it, the more she felt the necessity to open the shop.

Oh, this was the first time she encountered something like this.

Being urged to open a store.

Even with a decision, she still couldn’t sleep, while Qi Quanjin slept soundly, snoring next to her.

Yi Meng was a bit annoyed.

Manbao wasn’t just her daughter; why should she be the only one too anxious to sleep?

So...

"Ouch!"

Qi Quanjin felt a sharp pain in his waist and woke up instantly.

Realizing he’d been pinched, Qi Quanjin didn’t feel angry; instead, he sat up briskly and asked Yi Meng anxiously: "Wife, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing him like this, Yi Meng felt embarrassed to continue acting out, but she wouldn’t admit that her earlier action was just an act.

"I’m not uncomfortable, just thought of some things, and now I can’t sleep."

Yi Meng also sat up accordingly.

Upon hearing she wasn’t unwell, Qi Quanjin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to light a candle.

The darkness in the room was dispelled, and Yi Meng sat on the kang, while Qi Quanjin pushed the bedding aside on the kang and set up a small table.

As he busied himself, he said: "If you can’t sleep, don’t force it. I’ll make you something to eat, and you’ll feel better after eating."

He mumbled to himself: "It must have been the cooking smoke that got to you tonight. I’ll let Mom know tomorrow that you shouldn’t be in the kitchen just yet."

Watching him bustling around, talking only about taking care of her, Yi Meng felt guiltier.

Oh... if only she’d woken him in a gentler way.

But she couldn’t let him sleep now.

Yi Meng didn’t stop him.

Since it was hot today, the kang in the sleeping room only needed heating once to take the chill off, more fire would make it too hot.

Qi Quanjin went to the kitchen to cook.

Luckily, the opposite room was empty, so heating the kang more didn’t matter.

He cooked a big bowl of dough drop soup, with two eggs in it.

As Qi Quanjin brought it in, Yi Meng frowned: "How could I possibly finish such a big bowl?"

"Hehe, isn’t that what I’m here for!"

Qi Quanjin grinned foolishly: "You eat first, wife, and I’ll eat the rest."

Yi Meng rolled her eyes at him: "Go get a bowl!"

"Right away!"

Qi Quanjin responded, about to leave when Yi Meng added: "Bring a plate of pickles too."

"Okay, okay!"

Qi Quanjin agreed as he left the room.

Looking at the dough drop soup in front of her, Yi Meng felt warm yet couldn’t help but feel a bit disdainful.

The Qi Family men could cook, relatively decent compared to outsiders, but to Yi Meng, it wasn’t much better than pig slop.

This big bowl of dough drop soup, plain and white, without the few spinach leaves for embellishment, would be rather unappetizing.

She still had to breastfeed Xiao Shiyi, therefore couldn’t eat overly salty things, but Qi Quanjin needed it.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t thought that he might need to eat it, leaving her to remind him.

As expected, after filling a small bowl for herself, the rest went to Qi Quanjin.

After one bite of the dough drop soup, he started reaching for the pickles.

Yi Meng ate slowly, and by the time she finished a small bowl, Qi Quanjin had cleaned up the entire large bowl.

Wiping his mouth, Qi Quanjin said: "Wife, you should sleep first, I’ll wash the dishes."

With that, he swiftly cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks on the table and left the room.

Before long, he returned, shaking the water off his hands.

Seeing the small table still on the kang, about to remove it, Yi Meng said: "Sit down, I have something to discuss with you."

"What’s up, wife?"

Qi Quanjin obediently sat on the edge of the kang.

He thought of suggesting to leave it till morning, but considering how busier he’d be, he swallowed the words back.

Yi Meng took out paper and pen, placed them on the table, but hesitated to start writing.

Seeing her like this, Qi Quanjin got nervous: "Wife, just tell me what’s going on! Even if the sky falls, I’ll hold it up, it definitely won’t press on you!"

Saying that, Qi Quanjin patted his chest.

Yi Meng was amused, shaking her head: "No sky-falling matters, I’m just pondering how to tell you."

"Just say what needs saying! The sky can’t fall—what else can’t be said?"

Seeing his wife smile, Qi Quanjin also breathed a sigh of relief.

He dreaded seeing his wife’s furrowed brows more than anything—it broke his heart.

Yi Meng thought, he seemed right, so she said: "I want to open a restaurant."

"Go ahead then! What’s so difficult about that?"

Qi Quanjin blurted out, realizing something wrong after speaking: "Wife, what... what did you just say? What do you want to open?"