Shen Qinghuan, who traveled through time and became the female shopkeeper of an ancient teahouse, was not in poor business, but the down-and-out scholar who occupied the window seat all year round, drinking the cheapest tea but ordering the most expensive lamp oil. The good news is that although this scholar is poor, he is really good-looking. Looking at his face with a clear moonlight every day, Shen Qinghuan feels that the teahouse business can be increased by 20%. The bad news is that this person is stubborn and only wants to gain fame. In order to save money to buy books, he even plans to only eat two meals a day. Shen Qinghuan looked at his thin body that seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, and gritted his molars: Do you want to be the number one scholar, or do you want to report to the underworld? So, the daily life of the teahouse became like this - "Master Xie, today's tea is free, but you have to write a few couplets for me and hang them outside the door." "Master Xie, drink this bowl of broth while it's hot. Don't ask where it comes from, just ask if it's given away during an event in the store." "Master Xie, stop reading and go to the market with me to buy vegetables. Do you understand how to balance work and rest?" The scholar who was originally aloof and reserved was forced to lose his temper by Shen Qinghuan's "wandering" care. Until one day, the scholar packed his bags and prepared to go to Beijing to take the exam. Before leaving, he blushed and handed Shen Qinghuan a thick account book. It was the teahouse management experience that he secretly wrote down, every word of it. "If I go to high school, I will come back to marry you; if my name falls away... Then I will come back and be your accountant for the rest of my life." Shen Qinghuan looked at those affectionate eyes and suddenly felt that this business seemed to be very profitable.
