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  Ding Ruo is not a good person, modern people are more indifferent than the ancients who valued family and neighbors, they don't get involved in anything, and don't care about others. Ding Ruo had a good first impression of Qian Er Miss, but didn't like Qian Da Miss's strong recruitment of Wang Cheng to join their family. Ding Ruo felt that Qian Da Miss was no different from a thief who takes advantage of a fire, maybe the fire was even set by her, forcing Wang Cheng to surrender. With limited information, Ding Ruo could infer that the Wang family was a large and powerful clan, they had taken over the two hectares of water fields belonging to the widow and orphan, and had gained more benefits from it. Of course, the Wang family also had enough excuses, on the surface they were helping Wang Cheng's mother and son manage the water fields, but in reality they were just occupying the good land without letting the Wang family's reputation be damaged.

  Ding Ruo ate her wontons, ignoring Qian Er's gaze, treating her as if she was invisible. The people at the wonton stall were mostly laborers who were curious about Miss Qian but didn't dare disturb her, so they would steal glances or whisper to each other. This was what happened every time Miss Qian went out; although she found it annoying to be stared at, after all, she was a member of the wealthy Qian family, and she was used to being the object of envy, jealousy, and fawning gazes. Ding Ruo's nonchalant behavior only piqued Miss Qian's interest instead.

  Miss Qian II had a big argument with her father and elder sister in the mansion, so she went out for a walk to clear her mind. As she passed by a wonton stall, she remembered how her mother used to cook wontons for her sisters when she was alive. Miss Qian II missed her mother, so she walked into the stall and ordered a bowl of mixed wontons. She had no appetite and was preoccupied with thoughts, eating Liu's wontons only to reminisce about her mother. The dishes Miss Qian usually ate were much more exquisite than the mixed wontons, so she held the soup bowl in a daze, thinking that if her mother were alive, she could have persuaded her father, as he always listened to her mother's words.

  When their mother gave birth to them, she was injured and could no longer become pregnant. Their father did not take a concubine, but instead advised their mother to let their older sister marry a husband in the future. Although their mother passed away several years ago, their father never remarried. Qian Er Miss has always admired her father, but today's events made her think that her older sister was wrong to force Wang Cheng to become a son-in-law. Their father loved their older sister the most among the two sisters, and he also saw that Wang Cheng was a filial and talented young man, so he stood on his older sister's side. Qian Er Miss sobbed and muttered: "Was I wrong? Was I wrong?"

  Ding Ruo drank the last mouthful of wonton soup, warming her stomach and feeling very comfortable. She took out some copper coins from her purse and handed them to the boss's wife, smiling: "Boss's wife, Liu Ji Wonton is top-notch."

  The boss's wife was overjoyed, her eyes narrowing into a slit. Ting Rou thought of an idea to make a fortune because of her reminder and wanted to reward Tao Jiang, saying: "I'll give you a sentence, if the boss thinks it's appropriate, please have someone write it down and hang it on the stall, delicious wontons, all at Liu's."

  Ding Rou didn't dare to say too much, so she made an advertisement. After thinking about it for a while, she realized that most people who make wontons are illiterate. Ding Rou found it difficult to adapt to ancient times and stared blankly at the boss's wife. She laughed self-deprecatingly: "I was wrong, but boss's wife, can..."

  Although she couldn't read, she could recognize symbols. Since Ding Ruo had decided to help the boss's wife, she wouldn't give up easily. After a moment's thought, "Boss's wife, do you have any writing tools?"

  "Little girl, neither of us can recognize a single character, but I appreciate your kind intention."

  Ding Rou looked at the stove under which was cooking the wontons and saw some charcoal, so she said: "Give me a piece of charcoal fire too."

  The boss's wife subconsciously listened to Ding Rou's instructions, the young girl was not very old and always smiled, but she felt that listening to her was right. Ding Rou pinched a piece of charcoal and used a handkerchief to wipe the table, thinking for a moment before drawing a bowl of steaming wontons. Next to it was a large mother's finger, which had a slightly cartoonish feel, making it clear at a glance that it was a wonton shop sign. The large mother's finger pointed to the Liuji character, after Ding Rou finished, this was a modern-style food logo in the Great Qin Dynasty. She handed the handkerchief to the boss's wife and said: "If you like it, have someone redraw it and hang it in a conspicuous place outside, maybe it can attract customers."

  "Good, good, good, thank you little girl, this idea is great." The boss's wife, who apparently understood the business opportunity better than her husband, bowed to Ding Rou, "Little girl, next time you come to eat wontons, I won't charge you."

  "Boss lady, I got a free meal ticket for drawing a picture, what a bargain!" Ding Rou washed the black coal off her hands with the clear water in the copper basin, shook off the water droplets and said, "See you later."

  Ding Rou left, leaving behind a crowd of people surrounding the boss's wife with a handkerchief in her hand, discussing and speculating. The logo drawn by Ding Rou was easy to understand even for those who didn't know how to read, and it wasn't too serious. It was... The ancients really didn't understand the word "cartoon", but they felt it was very familiar and suitable. After seeing it, people who weren't even hungry wanted to eat a bowl of wontons. This is the power of a logo. Fast food logos are simple yet profound, entering deep into people's hearts. Ding Rou believed that there would be imitators in the future, but it would be difficult for anyone to create a logo with a slightly cartoonish style. It wasn't that the ancients weren't clever, but they hadn't experienced it before, so it would be hard to draw. The painting of the Great Qin Dynasty was mainly focused on traditional Chinese watercolor, orthodox and elegant, like "Yang Chun Bai Xue".

  Ding Rou hadn't walked a few steps when she heard someone behind her shout, "Wait a minute!" Ding Rou paused for a moment, wondering who was being spoken to. The voice sounded like Qian Er Miss, who had been holding the wonton bowl and looking pitiful just now. Ding Rou didn't want to get into trouble, so she pretended it wasn't her being called, since no one had mentioned her name specifically. Ding Rou continued walking, her footsteps quickening, when suddenly her arm was grabbed, and she tensed up, ready for a fight. As it turned out to be Qian Er Miss, Ding Rou didn't counterattack, but instead asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

  "Me..." Qian Er Miss, although two years older than Ding Rou at this time, was a spoiled and pampered rich merchant's daughter, who had not experienced the hardships of Ding Rou's two lives. Being stared at coldly by Ding Rou, Qian Er Miss became somewhat tense, "Why don't you stop?"

  Ding Rou shook her wrist and freed her arm, "Do I know you?"

  Miss Qian's eyes turned red, she had never been treated like this before, as long as she spoke, a group of people would listen to her. Ding Rou saw that Miss Qian was inexperienced in setbacks, and didn't want to get entangled with the greenhouse flower, but Ding Rou thought of one thing, if the business opportunity was feasible, it would be necessary to partner with someone, having a wine house and the Wang family background made the Qian family the best choice. Ding Rou had never pinned her hopes on the Ding family, instead wanting to hide from the Ding family, so that the silver could fall into her own pocket, Li Mama, the manager of the Wang family's estate, would also listen to her, private money was better than handing it over to the Ding family.

  Ding Ruo smiled and asked: "Qian Er, is there something?"

  One moment she was as cold as frost, like a stranger, and the next she was smiling brightly, seeming very familiar. Qian Er saw Ding Rou somewhat dazed, an idea surged up, she wasn't an ordinary woman, perhaps she could help solve her current predicament. Qian Er curtsied: "It's Qian Zhao Meng's fault, don't mind."

  "My name is Ding Rou."

  Ding Rou returned the courtesy with a bow, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled. 14, right grass skirt person, cloud seat speech's reward, especially thank cloud seat speech's message, as well as book review area message's relatives, in the night when I had no confidence, one message made me persist in writing, it is said that because I have never written a female lead with such a low starting point, I didn't know if everyone would like it or not, and the feeling of having no one to read was too uncomfortable.

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