The business of biscuits and pastries was left to Yu Jing to manage as he pleased, so she had no cause for worry. The woodenware shop she had set up for her father had slowed down a bit after the initial rush, but it was now on the right track, with daily sales that saved her a lot of trouble.
The master was clearly in high spirits, his brows and eyes wreathed in smiles. Stroking his beard, he still put on a stern face, refusing to show his joy.
His eyes blurred with sweat and his head bowed, Yang Ke revealed no expression to the onlookers; all that could be heard was the unusually frequent and ragged sound of breathing beside his ears.
Chapter 173