After the tour, Ouyang Bing's head was spinning for a long time.
Ancient Wen Heng wasn't in a hurry. He simply led him on an aimless walk through the streets.
"This may be a small county town, but it's on a major trade route. There are plenty of merchants traveling from north to south," Ancient Wen Heng explained kindly, as if the previous blows hadn't been enough. "Don't underestimate this little shop of mine that just opened. It's been bustling with customers day in and day out, without a moment's rest."
"So the soap that everyone is clamoring for is also your creation?" Ouyang Bing had finally managed to process everything.
But Ancient Wen Heng shook his head. Just as Ouyang Bing was about to breathe a small sigh of relief, he heard him continue, "These are from my wife's dowry of secret recipes. They don't have much to do with me."
Ouyang Bing gave him a complicated look. "You certainly know how to pick a wife."
