The Little Master of the Tavern

When Jiao Ran took over the tavern,

its wine jars were empty, its staff were destitute, and its gray-tiled roofs and green walls creaked in the wind.

One mess followed another. Jiao Ran sighed, but it was still better than being banished to the frontier with her worthless father. Building a business was the only sensible path!

Before long, the business grew bigger and bigger, with the top spot in sight.

Houses of gold, cages of jade, carriages flowing by like water and horses streaming past like dragons.

Fine wine came in wave after wave: jade-grain wine, golden wine, white-gold Yan vessels, and sweet lamb wine. Nothing could be left out.

Jiao Ran: The smell of money is just too sweet!

One day,

Ling Yu's gaze fell on the young master in men's clothes. He sneered inwardly: Such a cheap trick. This brat hasn't even grown up yet.

Ling Yu: "You're not worth the price of a cup of wine."

Jiao Ran: I know when to bend. If you've got money to buy wine, you're the boss. Rich wastrels are the easiest people to make money from.

Later, Ling Yu entered government service and put an arm around Jiao Ran. "I can't very well let my wife have followed me for nothing, can I?"

Jiao Ran shot him a sidelong glance. "Didn't you say I wasn't worth the price of a cup of wine?"

Ling Yu coughed lightly. "I shouldn't have run my mouth!"

Theme: Protecting traditional culture is everyone's responsibility.