Super Gene Hunting Ground-Chapter 868 - 866: Caixia

Throughout the afternoon and evening, Yang Xiao was busy with various ingredients, making popsicles and ice cream. Watching Bing’er’s excitement, he felt a sense of achievement.

Even Elder Zhan couldn’t stop praising the ice cream after tasting it.

In Witch Star, no one had tried making ice cream before.

Yang Xiao mixed various fruit juices and fruit into the ice cream, creating a variety of fruit-flavored ice creams, making Bing’er very happy.

"Father, Bing’er, do you think these popsicles and ice cream can sell?"

Yang Xiao asked.

"Of course! I’ve never had such delicious ice cream. I could eat several cups in a row."

Bing’er exclaimed excitedly. Yang Xiao’s arrival, especially his various warm gestures, made the little girl feel the warmth of paternal love. Although she called him "uncle," she hoped he was her father.

Elder Zhan also nodded and said:

"In Dragon City, the temperature is high for half the year. This ice cream and popsicle taste great and are refreshing and thirst-quenching. Not only do children like it, but I think adults will too. Even if adults are reluctant to buy, they can’t resist children’s pleas and will have to buy some."

"Well, in that case, let’s find a small shop on the commercial street in the slum area. It’s crowded there, suitable for selling ice cream. Moreover, having a fixed shop means not worrying about wind and rain. It’s best to find a two-story building, with a shop downstairs and living quarters upstairs, so you don’t have to run back and forth."

Yang Xiao glanced at the small house of Elder Zhan and Bing’er, which was very simple, just a basic shelter from the wind and rain.

His plan was naturally to help Bing’er and her grandfather establish a stable source of income, with a stable residence, so that after he left one day, he wouldn’t have to worry.

People are always strange like this. If you see a stray dog or cat on the street, and don’t pay attention to it, you won’t care about its life or death.

But once you notice it and pity it, occasionally feed it, or even take it home, you’ll care about its life and death.

Moreover, Yang Xiao was now helping two people, especially Bing’er, a 7-year-old girl, who was innocent and romantic like a little angel, with a hint of melancholy, stirring Yang Xiao’s compassion.

He decided to do good to the end; he wasn’t short of this money, and he could also hide in this slum for a few days. Long Aotian would never think that Yang Xiao would hide in a slum and open a popsicle shop.

Elder Zhan was naturally surprised when he heard Yang Xiao say this, yet felt undeserving of such a great favor from Yang Xiao, and inside felt a bit guilty and uneasy.

Bing’er, however, didn’t think as much and excitedly hugged Yang Xiao, asking to be held and hugging Yang Xiao’s neck.

"Uncle is so good, Bing’er will no longer be hungry or afraid."

Bing’er said, and with her little pink lips, kissed Yang Xiao’s cheek.

The small, shabby house was filled with warmth, and even Elder Zhan, who always frowned, showed a smile, seeing a glimmer of hope in life. For him, it was a stroke of luck; he and Bing’er had become lucky.

After dinner, they rested for a while, then Elder Zhan took Yang Xiao and Bing’er out to stroll around the slum’s night market.

"Most people here get up early to work in Dragon City, so it’s not very lively during the day. Only in the evening, after everyone returns from Dragon City, does it really come alive.

There aren’t many people now, wait a few hours, and it will be really bustling."

The three strolled casually on the commercial street of the slum, with Bing’er holding Yang Xiao’s hand all the way, chattering non-stop. Yang Xiao stopped occasionally to buy her snacks, but she sensibly shook her head,

"Uncle, I’m not hungry. I just had a meal. Let’s save money for our ice cream shop."

Yang Xiao laughed, lovingly touching Bing’er’s head.

Children from poor families mature early, understanding life is not easy. Yang Xiao himself had this experience.

When Yang Xiao was young, his family was average, so he couldn’t buy whatever he wanted. Often, he would have to endure seeing toys he liked or wait until he did well on exams to make requests to his parents.

Passing by a children’s clothing store, Yang Xiao led Bing’er in, picking out several pretty outfits for her. This time, Bing’er’s tone of refusal wasn’t so determined. Even though she refused verbally, her eyes were fixed on the pretty clothes.

A 7-year-old girl loves beautiful things, but she was still wearing an apparently boy’s shirt, probably gifted by a neighbor, which was a bit large.

A set of clothes only cost dozens of Crystal Coins, the better ones over a hundred Crystal Coins. This money was almost nothing to Yang Xiao.

Despite Yang Xiao saying he wanted to buy her five or six sets of clothes and she could pick as she liked, Bing’er ended up choosing only two sets, and then timidly looked at Yang Xiao,

"Uncle, I’ll just buy two sets, so I can have one to change into each day. When I sell ice cream in the shop later, if I dress clean and pretty, business will be better."

Yang Xiao looked at Bing’er’s bright eyes, naive expression, wanting to smile but couldn’t. Inside, he felt a bit sour.

He patted Bing’er’s head,

"Alright, we’ll do as Bing’er says. When Grandpa makes money later, he’ll buy Bing’er more pretty clothes."

After selling Yang Xiao’s weapons, aside from buying some materials, Elder Zhan returned the rest of the money to Yang Xiao, who said he should keep it, but Elder Zhan stubbornly insisted the money from selling Yang Xiao’s weapons should belong to Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao took out some Crystal Coins to buy the clothes. Bing’er happily hugged the new clothes with both hands, as if fearing they would disappear.

Leaving the clothing store, the three of them strolled back and forth along the entire commercial street.

This commercial street was voluntarily built by the residents of the slums. At some point, as the population in the slums grew, there arose a demand for goods and services. From the initial street stalls, it slowly developed into people building houses and setting up specialized shops.

These shops were privately built houses. It’s unknown how many times they have been bought and sold and changed hands.

Yang Xiao saw a prime location shop on the street, two stories tall, but the door was closed, and there was a "For Rent" sign on it.

"Huh, is this shop for rent?"

Elder Zhan said:

"This was originally a pancake shop. Some time ago, the owner, Ah Wang, went to Dragon City for business. He ran into the guards from the Eldest Prince’s residence on the street and collided with them in a hurry. After exchanging a few words, he was killed by them.

Alas, with Ah Wang dead, his young wife is unable to run the pancake shop, so she had to rent it out."

"Oh, that’s just right. Let’s go and ask about the situation."

Elder Zhan knocked on the door and shouted:

"Ah Wang’s wife, Ah Wang’s wife!"

Moments later, the window on the second floor creaked open, and a slightly lazy yet cute voice was heard.

"Hey, who is it?"

Yang Xiao stepped back two steps and looked up to see a relatively pretty young wife looking down at him.

Elder Zhan quickly said:

"Ah Wang’s wife, I want to rent your shop. Could you come down to discuss it?"

"You? Are you kidding? You selling those few bowls of sugar water and wanting to rent a shop? Aren’t you afraid of losing everything and selling Bing’er too?"

"What kind of talk is that? How does selling sugar water mean I’d lose even my granddaughter?"

Elder Zhan felt indignant. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Yang Xiao suppressed a laugh, thinking that Ah Wang’s wife must have a sharp tongue, probably a sassy little wife.

Of course, Bing’er supported her grandpa and called out:

"Aunt Caixia, my grandpa’s sugar water business is doing well, not worse than your pancake shop. Look, your pancake shop is closed."

"Call me Sister Caixia. How many times have I said it? Why can’t you remember? What do you mean our shop is closed? You still have a livelihood? What does a little kid know?"

Only now did Yang Xiao learn that Ah Wang’s wife’s name was Caixia.

Caixia leaned over the window on the second floor, watching Yang Xiao, and casually brushed her hair aside, revealing a rather fair face.

"Ah Wang’s wife, are you renting it or not? If not, I’m leaving."

"Rent, rent, rent. As long as you can afford it, of course, I’ll rent it."

"Then come down quickly."

"Ah, I’m coming down, wait a moment."

Caixia left the window and returned to the room on the second floor.

Elder Zhan said to Yang Xiao:

"This woman has been spoiled by Ah Wang. When Ah Wang ran the pancake shop, business was good, and his wife just sat in the shop collecting money. Everything else was done by Ah Wang and two assistants.

Don’t be fooled by this woman’s fair and delicate appearance, she’s a lazybones....."

"Ah, you old Zhan, how dare you talk bad about me behind my back? How am I lazy? Did I ask you to support me? Isn’t it right for my man to support me?"

Caixia poked her head out of the second-floor window, her face full of anger.

Elder Zhan hadn’t expected the young wife to still be upstairs, and his face turned awkward.

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