The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

Shen Mingzhu looked at the woman and realized she was a middle-aged lady she didn’t recognize, so she smiled, "Thank you for your recognition of Mingzhu Restaurant. Please come and register your preorder with me, and you can come to pick up the goods after 9:30 tomorrow morning."

"I don’t have time tomorrow. Don’t you have some at the counter? Weigh me a pound."

"Sorry, these have been preordered by other customers, who will be coming to pick them up later."

The middle-aged woman huffed, "Forget it then, forget it. It’s not like we can only buy from you. We’ll go to another shop."

As she spoke, she motioned for Ou Liya and the young girl beside her to leave.

However, the young girl became stubborn, "No, I want to eat this! Mom, I want this one!"

Seeing this, Ou Liya approached Shen Mingzhu, "Could you make an exception? We only want a pound."

Shen Mingzhu apologized with a shake of her head, "Ms. Ou, these were preordered by customers yesterday; if we give them to you, we have no way of explaining to our customers, so please forgive us."

Ou Liya smiled, "Can’t you have the factory make some more and send them over?"

The clerk muttered discontentedly, "The pastry chef starts work at 4 in the morning; they have already finished for the day now."