Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Swish—

Packages fell randomly.

Qi Huan picked up the one closest to her, skillfully tore open the tape, and uncovered a three-inch Swiss army knife.

With it, the remaining packages were easy to open.

With a gentle swipe, she opened the second box, revealing several cans of jasmine tea pearls. Unscrewing one, a refreshing fragrance wafted out, soothing the senses.

Humming a tune, Qi Huan swiftly unpacked the third package to find a binocular telescope, complete with a carrying strap, portable bag, warranty card, and more, all included by the seller.

She happily packed the telescope and accessories back into the box, intending to give it to Yan Qinghe tomorrow.

The fourth package contained a TikTok-famous product—a rainbow layered cake, along with some unthawed ice packs in the foam box.

The last two slightly larger packages were a pair of skis and a bicycle.

Stowing away the items she wouldn't need immediately, Qi Huan blew out the candle and went to bed.

All night, her dreams were filled with the graceful swordplay of Li Shuchen.

*

The next day, at Qi's Restaurant.

Yan Qinghe received the telescope and couldn't put it down, standing by the window on the second floor, observing everything around.

"Huan, this treasure of yours is amazing! I can see clearly even a hundred meters away."

Seeing his delight, Qi Huan felt gratified. "When you're riding into battle in the future, it can be your good companion on the battlefield, helping you observe the enemy. You'll surely be invincible and triumphant in all your endeavors."

This struck a chord with Yan Qinghe, and he laughed heartily. "Those who know me, like you, Huan, I won't let your expectations down."

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Lu Yueming arrived.

Qi Huan opened the box of layered cake on the table, inviting everyone, "Now that everyone's here, let's have some cake."

She even brought a candle, lighting it next to the cake.

"Yan Qinghe, like me, if you fold your hands together, close your eyes, make a wish, and then blow out the candle in one breath, your wish might just come true." Of course, the last part was merely wishful thinking.

Confused but trusting the little fairy, Yan Qinghe obediently followed her instructions.

He shouted loudly, "My wish at seventeen is to always be with you guys."

"But there's no pot here..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Shuchen lifted her chin and sealed her lips, gently sucking.

Hearing her slightly ragged breath, Li Shuchen reluctantly let go of her, a fleeting smile flickering across his eyebrows and eyes, "Indeed, it's delicious."

Qi Huan blushed slightly, lowered her head, and kicked a dry twig on the ground.

Holding her soft hand in his palm, Li Shuchen led her away from the crowd, walking hand in hand.

Days passed in a sweet and smooth manner, and before we knew it, it was early March.

Crackling firecrackers echoed through the air as the Worry-Free Mahjong Parlor opened its doors.

In Mo County, mahjong wasn't a common pastime, and only a few knew how to play. It was mostly seen as a leisure activity for the wealthy families in Lingzhou and other big cities.

Many curious souls came by, eager to see what the fuss was all about.

Guided by the diagram drawn by Qi Huan, Qi Huan explained the rules of mahjong to the crowd and then announced loudly, "Today marks the grand opening of our little parlor. As per tradition, the first day is on the house, with complimentary tea provided for everyone. Plus, the biggest winner at each table gets a free dessert. Welcome all, and may you have a pleasant time."

As soon as she finished speaking, applause erupted from the crowd.

"Miss Qi is truly kind-hearted. Every time she opens a new shop, she invites us to try it out for free first. Let's go, let's go, let's support her!"

"I'm in too! Maybe I'll even win a free dessert for my child."

"Old Wang, we're short one player. Are you coming?"

Initially, they entered with the intention of enjoying free tea and desserts, but little did they know they would fall into the mahjong pit and couldn't climb out.

After one round, they wanted to play another. They played today and wanted to play again tomorrow.

The Worry-Free Mahjong Parlor was almost always packed with people.

Bound by Qi Huan's rule, the stakes were modest, with the maximum bet being just five copper coins per game. Moreover, most players were from well-off families, so losing a small amount didn't bother them.

Gradually, the crowds at the gambling dens dwindled, as many gambling addicts found a new hobby—playing mahjong.

Previously, a small mistake at the gambling den could cost them several ounces or even tens of ounces of silver. Now, even if their luck was bad in mahjong, they would only lose a few coins, and occasionally, they could even win some money back.

Spending less money but getting the same thrill, the gambling addicts were ecstatic, and their families were overjoyed, chanting prayers for their redemption and faithfully accompanying them to the mahjong parlor every day.

By helping these prodigal sons turn over a new leaf, Qi Huan's reputation grew, and she made a good profit. Every day, her face was filled with a happy smile.

In contrast, under another roof with green tiles and red eaves, there hung a heavy cloud of gloom.