MGASC -Chapter 219 I Married Him, and I’m Extremely Happy

Who would have thought—you could even curl your hair while having a meal?

This Kemanlou had given her far too many surprises.

Not only was the food delicious, the décor tasteful, and the waitresses pretty, but even the promotional strategy was so distinctive. Grandma Gu’s horizons were thoroughly broadened, and she grew increasingly curious about Zhang Qiao.

After Zhang Qiao saw off the last waiting customer, she met the elderly lady’s astonished gaze.

“Hello, ma’am. Is there anything you need?” Zhang Qiao smiled sweetly, immediately sensing that the elderly lady before her was no ordinary person.

The shawl draped over her shoulders, the pearl earrings she wore, the leather shoes on her feet, and the exquisite handbag in her hand—every single piece was a French luxury brand, each practically antique-level.

So today, a distinguished guest had come to her restaurant?

Grandma Gu sized Zhang Qiao up carefully before finally speaking. “Young lady, I heard you’re the owner here. Tell me—who came up with the idea of curling hair while dining?”

Zhang Qiao answered gracefully, “Ma’am, it was my own idea. I was thinking—when customers are waiting for a table, they’re usually restless and bored. So why not make use of that time? Using our hair tools is very convenient. Think about it—when you go out for a meal, not only are your taste buds satisfied, but you leave looking even more beautiful. Isn’t that a wonderful consumer experience?”

“Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! The idea is brilliant—and so are you!”

Grandma Gu clapped in admiration, making Zhang Qiao blush a little.

Since there was no longer a waiting line, Zhang Qiao smiled and asked, “Ma’am, would you like me to style your hair? With your outfit, a Broadway-style vintage curl would really complement your temperament.”

“You even know about Broadway?”

Zhang Qiao nodded.

Grandma Gu, who had always loved beauty, didn’t hesitate. She immediately sat down in the chair, looking completely at ease as she let Zhang Qiao work her curling iron magic.

The old lady’s hair was relatively short, just reaching her shoulders. With age, it had thinned considerably. Zhang Qiao gave her an inward-curled style, adding layered volume at the ends. As she watched in the mirror, Grandma Gu saw her facial features become more defined and radiant under the new hairstyle.

She looked at least ten years younger.

“Ma’am, take a look. Do you like it?”

Zhang Qiao was very satisfied with her masterpiece as she guided the elderly lady to stand before the mirror.

Grandma Gu carefully touched her cloud-like, fluffy curls, visibly excited. She turned to Old Chen. “Old Chen, what do you think? How is it?”

Old Chen stared, momentarily dazed. “Madam… I seem to glimpse the young you again. Back when you had just returned from abroad, you wore a similar hairstyle. It was very fashionable.”

The mention of the past made Grandma Gu’s nose sting.

Yes—time spares no one.

Before she knew it, she had a house full of children and grandchildren, and her hair had turned white.

“Thank you, young lady, for letting me see my younger self again. Your skills are truly wonderful. I really like your restaurant.”

“You’re too kind, ma’am. Just call me Zhang Qiao.”

“Zhang Qiao… I’ll call you Qiaoqiao.” After her moment of sentimentality, the old lady returned to her playful self and took Zhang Qiao’s hand. “Qiaoqiao, tell Grandma—do you have a boyfriend?”

Zhang Qiao’s lips twitched. “Grandma, I’m sorry—I’m already married.”

“Married? Oh my! What lucky fool managed to marry such a capable and beautiful girl? He must have accumulated great virtue in his ancestors.”

“Grandma, please don’t say that. My husband is wonderful too—he’s handsome and good at making money. I’m extremely happy that I married him.”

Grandma Gu held her hand even tighter, her fondness for her overflowing.

Zhang Qiao went ahead and signed her up for a VIP membership and even gifted her a set of hair tools, sending the old lady off in high spirits.

She did a quick calculation—today was only the first day of the promotion, and they had already sold eight sets of hair tools. Nearly everyone who had their hair done ended up buying a set.

The result satisfied Zhang Qiao greatly.

Just then, it was time for lunch break. Manager Ren Hong came over with Zhang Ling to find her.

“Qiaoqiao, everyone says the hairstyles you do look amazing. Why don’t you give Sister Ling one too?”

Ren Hong winked at her.

She had noticed that Zhang Ling had been a bit down lately and wanted to cheer her up. Everyone worked together every day and got along harmoniously.

They had even agreed to go out for dinner together after work tonight.

Ren Hong pushed Zhang Ling directly in front of Zhang Qiao, but Zhang Ling waved her hands. “No, no, don’t listen to her. I still have work to do—why would I get my hair done? You should rest too. You’ve been busy all morning.”

Zhang Qiao didn’t feel tired at all—because all the effort was producing results.

“Tired? Not at all. Sister, I was going to look for you anyway. You and Ren Hong both sit down. I’ll teach you how to use these tools. When you get married, we’ll give a set to each employee as a staff benefit.”

Based on their face shapes, Zhang Qiao styled each of them with a different look.

Ren Hong was thrilled with her new hairstyle. Zhang Ling had protested at first, but once it was done and she saw her reflection—more lively and charming than before—her mood brightened too.

That’s right. A person should look beautiful every day.

“Qiaoqiao, we’re having dinner together tonight. Are you coming?” Ren Hong invited her.

Zhang Qiao thought that if she went, everyone might feel restrained. “I’ll pass. I need to go home and see Xia Xia. Aunt Liu goes back in the evening—if I’m not there, Xia Xia will fuss.”

“How’s Xia Xia lately? I haven’t seen her in days—I kind of miss her. Has the little girl gotten chubbier again?” Zhang Ling asked.

“Oh, absolutely. She’s almost a hundred days old—we can barely carry her anymore. I’ll bring her over for you to see next time.”

The sisters chatted a bit more before lunch break ended. Zhang Ling tied up her hair and returned to the kitchen to continue working.

It was the weekend, and they didn’t finish until nine at night.

After changing clothes, Zhang Ling went out with everyone for dinner.

Ren Hong had suggested tonight’s gathering. It was Zhang Ling’s first time joining, and she found it rather refreshing.

There were quite a few of them, so they chose a hotpot restaurant that was still open.

As Zhang Ling was picking up food, some broth splashed onto her hand. She flinched from the scalding heat, a sharp, burning pain shooting through her skin.

Li Enhua, who was sitting beside her, saw it and immediately pulled her to the sink to run cold water over it.

He held her hand under the cool stream for quite a while. The moment she took it out, the pain pierced straight through.

So Li Enhua pressed her hand back into the water.

“Keep it in a bit longer, or it’ll blister. Later, buy some burn ointment and apply it. In a few days, a layer of dead skin will peel off and it’ll be fine.”

As a chef, he had plenty of experience with such things and carefully instructed her.

Just then, the door to the private room next door opened. Jin Quan stepped out, a cigarette between his fingers.

When he saw Zhang Ling and Li Enhua, he paused slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on their hands clasped together.

Just as Zhang Ling was hesitating over whether to greet him, he walked past her without so much as a glance.