Chapter 58

It was rare for Jia Fuhai to not return home during lunchtime, but he had already called Qiqi to let her know. Since there was still cake at home, he felt at ease.

The Zhen sisters knew that Feifei rarely got the chance to go out with Brother Hai, so they specifically reminded him to take her out more often.

Jia Fuhai and Feifei spent the day like most couples, shopping, watching movies, playing games, and enjoying various outdoor activities together.

Of course, anything too intense, like roller coasters, was off-limits for Feifei due to her pregnancy. Safe, relaxed activities were best for her.

As evening approached, Feifei suggested that they head home. She didn't want to monopolize Jia Fuhai's time for too long, and besides, she was craving the food he cooked. At noon, she had forced herself to eat outside because of the excitement of their date, but for dinner, she was determined to have something better.

When Jia Fuhai returned home, it was just in time to start preparing dinner.

His approach left Zhen Fugui feeling a little helpless. The factory still wasn't fully set up, and there was so much to do, yet Jia Fuhai still had time to go out and have fun. What was he thinking?

Zhen Fugui wasn't against Jia Fuhai spending time with Feifei, but the factory had so many tasks to complete. Once everything was settled, he could have all the fun he wanted.

Now that Feifei had become his adopted daughter, Zhen Fugui felt it wasn't his place to say much. But he couldn't help but feel he needed to have a word with Jia Fuhai.

He went straight to the kitchen, where he saw Jia Fuhai preparing dinner. Just as he was about to open his mouth, his legs seemed to take over, turning him away from the scene.

It was his tongue. His taste buds were urging him not to interrupt Jia Fuhai's cooking.

"Oh well, Qiqi hasn't said anything, so why should I?" Zhen Fugui reassured himself as he walked away.

What he really feared was losing money. After all, when he started his own business, he lost a considerable amount of his family's fortune. With Jia Fuhai's laid-back approach to setting up the factory, it worried him. But at least it was a small factory, and even if it didn't go well, they could afford the losses.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Zhen Linqi was reviewing the food factory documents, making preparations. When she saw Feifei come in, she immediately asked, "How did things go with your mom?"

"Very well. We had a friendly conversation on both sides," Lin Feifei replied, sounding like a diplomat, as if she hadn't been the one to argue with her mother that afternoon.

"...You should still work on that relationship. I know our family situation is hard for most parents to understand," Zhen Linqi said softly, seeing through Feifei's facade but choosing to give gentle advice.

"I know, but my mom is a strong-willed woman. It's hard for her to accept things as they are," Lin Feifei sighed. She understood the difficulty, but there wasn't much she could do about it.

"It's okay, take it slow," Zhen Linqi didn't know Feifei's mother personally and couldn't offer much more, but she believed time could heal many things.

After dinner, Jia Fuhai lay down to rest. He picked up his phone and realized he hadn't updated his short video platform in a while. It was time to let people know that he had switched careers and started selling cakes.

He opened the app and saw that he had lost quite a few followers, but he wasn't bothered. After all, with Qiqi backing him up, he could afford to be carefree.

As he looked at his last video, he noticed a lot of comments.

"Where's the creator? Did he get abducted?"

"The creator is dead, send prayers and light some candles!"

...

The comments were full of jokes and playful banter.

Jia Fuhai quickly uploaded a video of his factory making cakes, explaining that he had switched careers and become a boss. After posting the update, he closed the app.

Then, he noticed someone in the community chat group tagging him multiple times. Curious, he opened the messages to see what was going on.

"Is it for sale yet, Brother Jia?"

"Brother Jia, are you selling yet?"

...

The chat was filled with similar messages.

Jia Fuhai responded, "Stop asking! The property management might start cursing me if you keep spamming like this!"

The property manager chimed in, "We wouldn't dare, we're here to serve the residents."

Wang Lao added, "No wonder your property management is thriving here."

The property manager responded, "It's all thanks to the residents' support. We'll continue to work hard."

Jia Fuhai laughed at how humble their property management was, especially when compared to other, more arrogant companies online. The contrast was quite striking.

Then, a man named Chen sent a message: "Brother Jia, I gave you my business card. Why didn't you notify me when you started selling cakes?"

Jia Fuhai vaguely remembered receiving a business card, but he had forgotten where he put it.

"How did you find out?" he replied. "The cakes aren't on sale yet, I'm still making samples."

Chen responded, "That's fine! I can help you with taste-testing."

Immediately, others in the chat chimed in:

"I want to help taste-test too!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

Even the property manager jumped in: "Me too!"

...

A whole row of copy-pasted messages flooded the chat, and even the property manager wanted to get involved.

Chen added, "I've been following you for a while now, Brother Jia. Even if your cakes were on the other side of the planet, I could smell them from here."

Someone else retorted, "Shameless!"

"Yeah, I can even smell the raw ingredients from here."

...

The chat was alive with activity, filled with people who had all tasted Jia Fuhai's cakes before.

An idea suddenly hit him: What if he organized a group to visit the factory and let them taste the cakes fresh? This way, he wouldn't have to go looking for business partners. They would come to him!

Without hesitation, he typed: "How about this? Tomorrow, anyone who's free can come with me to the factory for a live cake-making and tasting session."

Chen was quick to respond, "I'm in! What time and where?"

"I'm in too!"

"Me too!"

Once again, a wave of messages flooded the chat.

Seeing how many people wanted to come, Jia Fuhai began to feel a little overwhelmed. Could he really organize something like this?

He hesitated but replied: "Are you all serious? So many people?"

Chen replied, "Of course, I'm definitely coming."

"Me too!"

...

"Alright," Jia Fuhai relented. "I'll make some arrangements."

Chen responded, "No worries, I've got plenty of cars. Tomorrow I'll send a vehicle to pick everyone up at the entrance of the community."

The chat was filled with competitive comments, and everyone seemed eager to join.

Realizing how serious people were, Jia Fuhai quickly made arrangements for the visit to the factory, ensuring there would be enough space for everyone. If too many people came, it could cause chaos, especially with everyone driving their own cars. The factory parking lot wouldn't be able to handle it.

In the end, they decided that taking a bus would be the best option to avoid overcrowding the lot. The group even organized a luxury bus for the occasion.

He also had to inform his employees. Although Jia Fuhai himself would be helping with the cake-making, the employees needed to be prepared and learn alongside him. At present, the cakes they produced were around two stars in quality, give or take.

The pricing had already been set, and the higher the star rating, the more profit he would make, since the cost of the ingredients remained the same.

The employees had been recruited locally, with the help of his father-in-law, Zhen Fugui, who had vetted them thoroughly. Plus, Jia Fuhai was offering competitive wages.

Zhen Fugui often thought, "I'm just giving my daughter's money away..."

While the staff's wages were high, they didn't exceed Qiqi's monthly income. And that didn't even include what Nana contributed.

Of course, Jia Fuhai was unaware of all this. He didn't even know the full extent of his wife's fortune.

All he knew was that he could buy, buy, buy and fill the house with toys (which, in truth, were for his own amusement).

Jia Fuhai didn't worry much about finances. His wife would step in if there were any issues, and she would always let him know if something was amiss.

In the past, Zhen Fugui used to feel like strangling him. But over time, after Jia Fuhai improved his cooking skills and gave him two genius grandchildren, his attitude had softened.