The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband Chapter 48

Why?! Why?!?!

Mu Jingi scread inwardly.

Song Nianchu was just so country girl from a fishing village who knew nothing—why did she get to work at the state-run restaurant?

anwhile, Mu Jingi, who had mastered music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since childhood, was stuck here weaving those wretched fishing nets.

Her hands, ant for playing the piano, were growing rougher by the day.

Mu Jingi nearly bit through her lower lip, but before she could dwell on it further, Wu Zhenggui spoke up again.

"But Nianchu turned down Manager Li's offer—for the sake of our village."

Mu Jingi froze, lifting her head to stare at Wu Zhenggui. The jealousy in her eyes instantly twisted into mockery.

What a foolish woman. How could she reject such a good job? Aside from being a little strong and having a pretty face, she had no redeeming qualities whatsoever.

"Village Chief, what do you an she did it for our village?"

"Yeah, what’s wrong with Nianchu? How could she refuse such a great opportunity?"

"Can’t we talk to Manager Li again?"

"..."

The villagers' reactions stood in stark contrast to Mu Jingi’s. They were only concerned about Song Nianchu missing out on a golden chance.

Seeing the crowd’s emotions stirred, Wu Zhenggui’s eyes flickered with satisfaction.

This was a carefully crafted speech he had spent a long ti preparing—his goal was to make the villagers rember Song Nianchu’s kindness so they’d follow her lead in the future.

"Quiet, let finish," Wu Zhenggui raised a hand to silence them.

The crowd fell silent, but their anxious gazes remained fixed on him.

"Even though Nianchu refused Manager Li, he was so impressed with her cooking that he proposed buying finished dishes from her instead."

"So, our village plans to set up a dedicated workshop to prepare dishes for Manager Li," Wu Zhenggui explained slowly.

The villagers' eyes widened in shock. So of the slower-witted ones still hadn’t processed the news.

"What’s a 'dedicated workshop'?" soone called out.

"It’s just a bigger kitchen for cooking," Wu Zhenggui simplified.

"The state-run restaurant buys finished dishes? I thought they only bought ingredients."

"Of course they don’t buy from just anyone—but Nianchu’s skills are exceptional," Wu Zhenggui said smugly.

He’d known since Song Nianchu was a child that this girl was destined for greatness.

"Now, the workshop needs five people to assist Nianchu in preparing dishes for Manager Li. Those selected will earn full work points every day." Having laid the groundwork, Wu Zhenggui finally got to the main point.

The mont they heard "full work points," everyone excitedly raised their hands.

"! I’m a great cook!"

"I’m good at tending the fire!"

"I chop vegetables really well!"

"..."

No one could bla them for their enthusiasm. Full work points were hard to co by—most people toiled all day just to earn seven or eight.

But now, simply cooking could earn them full points. Who wouldn’t jump at the chance?

"Enough! Those of you who’ve never even held a spatchet, put your hands down. Don’t think I don’t know your limits. Five spots are available, but Nianchu has already claid two. That leaves three. Nominate those who truly excel at cooking, and we’ll draw lots," Wu Zhenggui said sternly.

The villagers respected their village chief, so they quickly began nominating the best cooks in their families.

Wu Zhenggui glanced around—almost all the nominees were won.

And these won stood awkwardly, unused to being in the spotlight.

Usually, it was the n who took charge. This was the first ti they’d been pushed forward.

"Wife, rub your hands—get so good luck so you’re picked!"

"Wife, slap a few tis. Every ti you hit , my luck gets better!"

"..."

People ca up with all sorts of bizarre thods to improve their odds.

Wu Zhenggui counted—over twenty won had been nominated. He prepared an equal number of sticks, marking three of them before shuffling and gripping them tightly.

"Line up. Each of you will draw one," he announced.

The won stepped forward one by one.

"Ah… I didn’t get it."

" neither."

"Only three spots… the odds are too slim."

"..."

"Ah! My stick has a mark—does that an I’m chosen?" Finally, the first marked stick was drawn.

Wu Zhenggui checked it.

"Correct. You’ve been selected."

The woman who drew it stood dazed.

Her husband burst from the crowd and swept her into his arms.

"Wife! Those slaps weren’t wasted after all!"

Only then did the woman snap out of her daze, blushing as she swatted at him.

"Put down! Don’t embarrass us in front of everyone."

"Hah! Who cares? We’re a proper married couple," the man laughed but gently set her down.

Normally, won’s work wasn’t as demanding, so earning six or seven points a day was already good.

Even the n couldn’t guarantee full work points every day.

But now, his wife had been chosen—she’d earn full points daily. Co year-end, their family would get a much larger share of grain.

The others watched enviously. So who hadn’t drawn yet even dragged their husbands over for a few symbolic slaps, hoping to borrow so luck.

"I got one too!" The second marked stick was drawn.

Only six or seven won remained in line.

Among them, one woman stood with her head bowed low, her hair disheveled and clothes patched in multiple places.

While the others fidgeted nervously, her face showed no emotion—only numbness in her eyes.

When her turn ca, she chanically picked a stick and turned to leave without even looking.

"Wait—yours is marked," Wu Zhenggui called out.

The woman finally glanced down. Sure enough, there was a mark on her stick.

Her expression grew even more bewildered.

"You actually got picked? With your luck? Must be our ancestors’ blessing!" A sharp-faced man shoved his way forward, confird the mark, and burst into laughter.

Wu Zhenggui frowned but said nothing, turning instead to the remaining won.

"All three marked sticks have been drawn. The rest of you can go."

Those who hadn’t been chosen trudged away dejectedly, so even blaming themselves for not hitting their husbands hard enough.

Song Nianchu's gaze, however, was drawn to the woman with an utterly expressionless face.