The daughter of the emperor was reborn and was spoiled by the sickly prince.

Old man Qin knocked on the wooden door, and someone soon came to open it.

A young man leaned his head out slightly to see who was outside.

When he saw the old man Qin's face clearly, he hurriedly opened the door and called out loudly to the house: "Madam, please come out quickly, the kind-hearted Qin is here!"

A neatly dressed and capable young woman hurried out of the room, her face filled with joy.

"Mr. Qin, have you changed your mind and are planning to stay and celebrate the New Year with us?"

The young woman warmly invited Old Man Qin and Liao Qinglan into the house, poured them tea and prepared candied fruits.

Old Man Qin waved his hand and said, "No need for the New Year. Actually, I came here today because I want to ask you for help with something."

The young man cupped his hands and said, "What instructions does Mr. Qin have? As long as my husband and I can do it, we will do our best!"

Old Man Qin said, "Chinese New Year is coming soon. I want to prepare more steamed buns so that my old friends can have a good New Year too."

"No problem!" The young man patted his chest. "I just steamed a large basket of buns. They're still warm. I'll pack them all for you right away."

After the young man said this, he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Old Man Qin also stood up and followed him over.

Only Liao Qinglan and the young woman were left in the room, sitting opposite each other.

Liao Qinglan asked: "Sister, what is the relationship between Uncle Qin and you? Why do you call him 'Mr. Qin'?"

"My husband and I make a living by selling pastries in Jizhou City. A month ago, we ran into the kind-hearted Qin. Seeing that he was hungry, we gave him a steamed bun. Unexpectedly, after he finished eating, he gave us a secret recipe for making dough. I went back and tried it. The pastries I made were sweet and soft. People from all over the streets come to buy our buns and steamed buns. The money I make in one month is more than the previous year! What do you think, is he a kind-hearted person?"

When the young woman thinks back to the time when they met Old Man Qin, she still feels like a dream.

Liao Qinglan was surprised and said, "Uncle Qin gave you such a good recipe directly. Don't you want anything else?"

The young woman nodded: "Of course I thought about giving him a reward, but he refused to accept it. His only request was to give him two buns every day to fill his stomach. Today is the first time that Mr. Qin asked us for help!"

Before the two of them could chat for a few words, Old Man Qin and the young man came out of the kitchen holding several paper bags.

Old Man Qin took out a steaming bun from a paper bag and handed it to Liao Qinglan: "Brother Long, eat your fill here first. There won't be any for you when we go back."

In order to pretend to be a brother with Long Yin, she called herself Long Wei to the outside world, and Old Man Qin always called her that.

Thinking about the ferocious looks of the people in the dilapidated temple, Liao Qinglan knew that Old Man Qin was doing this for her own good, so she took the bun and started eating.

Just as the young woman said, the dough was soft and fragrant, and the meat filling was tender and fresh. The buns sold in the best restaurants in the capital were just as good.

After eating the buns, the two of them said goodbye to the couple while holding the paper bags.

Liao Qinglan found that all she had in her hands were steamed buns, and she couldn't help asking, "Uncle Qin, didn't the elder brother just say that he had steamed a basket of buns? Why did I only have steamed buns?"

Old man Qin explained: "There is an old saying that goes 'It is not the lack of food that is worrying, but the inequality of food'. I took half of the buns and half of the steamed buns. Guess what will happen when I go back?"

Liao Qinglan suddenly realized: "Those who got the steamed buns will be dissatisfied with Boss Chen's distribution."

"That's right. This way, their internal conflicts will intensify and they will cause less trouble to me."

Liao Qinglan never thought that such great principles of governing the country could also be applied to beggars.

I am more convinced that Old Man Qin is not an ordinary businessman.

But she still didn't understand one thing: "My sister just said that she wanted to give you some silver, why didn't you take it? If you had the silver, wouldn't you be able to return to the capital soon?"

Old man Qin laughed loudly: "Little girls, you are young and strong, so you naturally don't understand the hardships of this world. An old tramp like me, if I show off my wealth a little, I will immediately attract countless wolves and tigers. I can't keep my money, but instead I will bring disaster upon myself."

If Old Man Qin is really the richest man in Beijing, he is truly worthy of admiration for being able to humble himself and endure hardships after falling into poverty.

Liao Qinglan pondered for a moment and said sincerely: "Uncle Qin, my brother is injured and can't walk now. When he recovers, we will definitely send you back to Beijing to reunite with your daughter."

Old man Qin smiled and said, "Little girl, you are kind-hearted. I, an old man, will rely on you."

Although neither of them stated their identities, they both knew that the other's identity was not simple, and they quickly reached a consensus and became companions who supported each other.

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Old Man Qin handed all the buns and steamed buns in the paper bag to Boss Chen.

Sure enough, when the distribution began, the crowd surged and everyone started to make noise.

Everyone wanted to get a share of the delicious meat buns.

Liao Qinglan knew that it was not appropriate to cause trouble here, so she just took a steamed bun and sat next to the pale-faced Gu Mingzhao.

Even though she knew that Gu Mingzhao's sickly appearance was a disguise, his appearance was too deceptive and people couldn't help but feel distressed when they saw him. Liao Qinglan couldn't help but soften her tone when she spoke to him.

"Brother, please eat some steamed buns first to fill your stomach, so that others won't cause trouble for us."

Gu Mingzhao was not picky about food. He sat up, took the steamed bun, drank some water, and then continued to lie on the ground, looking as sick as ever.

As the night deepened, there was no fire in the dilapidated temple, only darkness and coldness.

Gu Mingzhao and Liao Qinglan were new arrivals and could only sleep in the windy area near the door.

Snoring sounds gradually rose around, one after another.

Liao Qinglan, a rich lady, had never slept in such a harsh environment, not to mention with a group of strange men around her.

Can't sleep, can't sleep at all!

Suddenly, the beggar next to her turned over and his rough arm inadvertently rested on her.

Liao Qinglan's body trembled slightly and she moved to the side.

Although Gu Mingzhao had his eyes closed, he immediately noticed Liao Qinglan's uneasiness.

He turned over from lying flat on his back and lay sideways towards Liao Qinglan. He stretched out his long arms and embraced her in his arms.

His body was tall and slender, able to wrap Liao Qinglan tightly, and his big hands gently patted her back.

Gu Mingzhao rested his chin on the top of her head, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, go to sleep."

These four simple words seem to have infinite power.

With his comfort, Liao Qinglan's heart gradually calmed down.

She stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Gu Mingzhao's waist, and drew warmth from him.

The two of them snuggled together, becoming each other's only ones in this darkness and cold.

The night was as dark as water. Liao Qinglan's breathing gradually became steady and she soon fell asleep.