Lin He heard the familiar voice and smiled, turning around to ask, "Did you draw these?" Wen Ningxuan smiled and nodded, sitting down on a nearby chair. Lin He looked over the next few drawings. She hadn't realized this fellow had such talent for painting. "You can even draw these things? Can you understand what I've drawn?" "I can't understand them. I just drew them based on imagination. Yours, I'm afraid, nobody could understand," Wen Ningxuan chuckled, recalling the things Lin He had painted. Lin He shot him a playful glare and picked up the drawings to examine them. After a while, she asked, "Why are you here? Nothing to do today?"

Originally, Da Bao had planned to hire a painter from the street after breakfast this morning. However, the painters on the street quoted prices that Da Bao found far too exorbitant. Moreover, when Da Bao showed them what Lin He had drawn, they couldn't make heads or tails of it, saying they couldn't replicate it just by looking. Just as he was about to turn back, he ran into Wen Ningxuan. Da Bao asked if he knew anyone who could draw. Wen Ningxuan looked at the drawings in Da Bao’s hand and accompanied him back.

Da Bao knew that most scholars at this time could at least sketch a few lines, so he figured he'd just have him try. He hadn't expected the street painters to fail, but Wen Ningxuan's drawings were actually quite good, bearing similarities to Lin He's work, even sharing a similar artistic concept. So, Da Bao sent Ziyu to Lin He's room to fetch all the things Lin He had messed around with, asking Wen Ningxuan to redraw them. In less than a morning, several different ones were completed.

"I do have things to do, but no matter how big the matter, is it bigger than He'er's matters?" Wen Ningxuan replied straightforwardly, his eyes full of mirth.

Lin He didn't have the patience to care what he was saying. Thinking that his brushwork was so good, it would be a waste not to use it, she instructed Ziyu to prepare plenty of paper. Then, she sat aside, describing the scenes while Wen Ningxuan drew. By nightfall, he had completed over ten pieces. Lin He looked them over, selected the best ten, and told Wen Ningxuan to return first. She mentioned having things to attend to these days and told him to go handle his own business if he had any. Afterward, she called Da Bao over and instructed him on what needed to be done.

Wen Ningxuan was left speechless, amused and exasperated. This girl was too obvious about cutting ties once the bridge had served its purpose, but there was nothing he could do, so he reluctantly turned back with a displeased expression.

Lin He planned to use all the drawings Wen Ningxuan created as covers for the mooncake boxes. These would adorn the exterior, while the interior would use wooden boxes, perhaps with some simple carvings etched onto the wood. There would be ten different designs in total, with only twenty sets of each style sold, priced at fifteen taels of silver per box. As for the boxes themselves, Uncle Li should have some superior lumber. She decided she must rush to Uncle Li’s place tomorrow to have them made. Once one set of each design was finished, they should be immediately sent to the shop for customers to pre-order. Pre-orders would require at least five days' notice before pickup. She would also inform customers that each style was strictly limited to ten sets—once sold out, no more would ever be made.

Da Bao was stunned when Lin He announced the price for a box of mooncakes—fifteen taels of silver! He recalled that the year before last, his own family had made mooncakes; the fillings weren't particularly expensive. Even accounting for the more costly box materials this time, it shouldn't warrant such a huge price difference. However, he knew Lin He naturally had her reasoning, so he immediately noted everything down, saying he would visit Uncle Li tomorrow regarding the boxes.

The next day, Da Bao left. Lin He stayed to manage the shop. She hadn't expected that the first customer to arrive would be Uncle Wen. It had been a long time since Uncle Wen had seen Lin He, so his sudden appearance at her shop caught her by surprise; she wondered if he needed her for something.

Uncle Wen smiled and said, "Nothing much. Xuan'er mentioned you have some special gifts prepared for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I wanted to custom order some to give as presents." "Hehe, Uncle Wen, you can always just send someone over anytime you need. How many do you want, and when do you need them? You didn't need to make a special trip yourself..." Lin He said with a smile.

"I wanted to stop by and see He'er too. I haven't seen you in months. I never see you when the accounts are settled now, and you haven't visited me to check the ledgers these past few months. I really miss He'er's pastries. That's why I came by the shop," Uncle Wen chuckled.

It was true that Lin He rarely visited Caidie Xuan lately. Every month, people from Uncle Wen’s side would come to her house to collect goods. Uncle Wen often sent his trusted attendant to deliver the account books for her review. If she wasn't mistaken, the profit share money would be delivered to her at the beginning of the month. She realized it truly had been a long time since she'd seen Uncle Wen.

Uncle Wen sat in Lin He's shop for a while and custom-ordered one box of each of the newly released mooncake gift sets, arranging for them to be delivered later and paying the full amount upfront. Lin He had suggested perhaps just paying a deposit, but Uncle Wen insisted that paying in full at once was fine. Lin He didn't press the issue, calculating a very low discount before accepting the silver.

After these matters were settled, Uncle Wen usually would have left. But today, he seemed to have something more to say, sipping his tea and showing no sign of departure. Lin He looked at him and asked, "Uncle Wen, is there anything else today? Has something happened with the products at Caidie Xuan again?"

"No, nothing at Caidie Xuan. He'er, how familiar are you with Xuan'er?" Uncle Wen suddenly asked this question.

Lin He was momentarily stunned by Uncle Wen's query, not expecting this. Then she quickly regained her composure and smiled. "Yes, the Second Young Master and the Third Young Master often come to our shop to buy things. They are very familiar with my elder brother."

"Oh, is that so? I imagine they must have caused you quite a bit of trouble over the years, especially Xuan'er. His temperament is rather difficult to deal with, isn't it?" Uncle Wen said with a smile.

"No, both young masters are very good people. Ning... Second Young Master, although his nature is a bit reserved, he is not hard to get along with," Lin He replied with a smile.

"That's good. As long as He'er doesn't mind his difficult personality, that's what matters. Xuan'er usually doesn't enjoy making friends; there will be many things that require He'er's understanding and tolerance," Uncle Wen looked at Lin He with great affection.

Lin He felt that the way Uncle Wen looked at her was somehow off. Usually, Uncle Wen rarely spoke to her about his family members or affairs, except mentioning the Third Young Master was mischievous. This was the first time he had brought up such things. Listening to him, it seemed he might indeed know something, but Wen Ningxuan hadn't told his father. How could Uncle Wen know?

Regardless, since Uncle Wen hadn't brought it up directly, Lin He certainly wouldn't either. She simply smiled and said, "Uncle Wen is too kind."

Uncle Wen continued, "Xuan'er is different from Mo'er and the others. Mo'er is lively and mischievous; I indulged his playful nature when he was young, and he grew up like that. But Xuan'er, apart from being reluctant to socialize, has always been an extremely obedient child. From childhood, he never had to worry about his own affairs. His birth mother was never around when he was small, and I was too busy with outside matters to look after him properly over the years. He has suffered quite a bit. I hope that Xuan'er will have someone good to take care of him in the future."