I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home Chapter 154: The Red-Hot Proxy Buying Business

"Mom, what are you talking about? I’m not," Grace Winslow muttered in dissatisfaction.

Rembering Archer Rhys was still present, she decided to set the thought aside.

’I’ll write out the plan later and map everything out properly.’

’There’s no rush.’

’Besides, I really don’t have enough capital on hand right now, so it wouldn’t hurt to wait a bit longer.’

After dinner, Archer Rhys insisted on helping to clear the table.

The more Irene Lynch looked at him, the more pleased she was. She nudged Grace Winslow with her elbow. "Look how great Archer is. Don’t you dare miss out on such a wonderful man, or you’ll live to regret it."

Grace Winslow’s mind was completely occupied with thoughts of a fast-food restaurant and food delivery. Hearing Irene Lynch’s words, she snapped back to reality and retorted irritably, "Oh, Mom! Why do you want to marry off to every single man you see?"

"You said the sa thing back when it was Sean York. You really can’t be like this. Mom, your ideology is problematic! Even the old leaders said that won can hold up half the sky. I’m going to be one of those won, so when would I have ti to think about romance?"

"I’m going to my room. You can see Archer Rhys out in a bit. I have things to do."

Tossing those words over her shoulder, Grace Winslow ran straight back to her room.

Irene Lynch looked completely helpless.

’Such a wonderful man, yet Grace Winslow isn’t the least bit interested. I really don’t know what’s gotten into her.’

Grace returned to her room, took out a notebook, and began scribbling and sketching in it.

She wrote down so of her ideas, including a long list of dishes common to fast-food restaurants.

But after writing them down, she crossed them out one by one.

’When I’m just starting out, I probably won’t be able to find a good head chef, so offering too many dishes wouldn’t be smart. If I can’t find the right person, the whole plan will be dead in the water.’

’I should think of a fast-food concept that doesn’t require a wide variety of dishes but will still sell really well.’

Grace Winslow sat there, racking her brain for a long ti. Finally, her eyes lit up as an idea struck her.

Pig trotter rice!

’That dish was incredibly popular in my past life. There were restaurants selling it all over the country.’

’I saw places selling it everywhere.’

’If so many restaurants could be opened, it must have its advantages.’

She’d eaten it before, but she honestly didn’t know how to make it.

But that was okay. She had Irene Lynch.

’My mom is a treasure. She knows how to cook so many things.’

’After all these years of serving the family, young and old, if there was one thing she’d mastered, it was cooking. Her skills were absolutely top-notch.’

Grace Winslow jotted it down in her notebook.

’Even though I don’t know how to cook it, I’ve eaten it, so I have a rough idea of the ingredients.’

’It doesn’t matter if Mom doesn’t know how. We can experint a few tis and eventually figure out the recipe.’

’If I can master this dish myself, it won’t be a huge problem even if I can’t find a chef later on.’

’I’ll just need to hire a couple of people for washing dishes and cleaning, two servers, and a few delivery drivers.’

Grace Winslow wrote down a rough draft of her plan. She read it over, growing more and more satisfied with it.

anwhile, Irene Lynch had already seen Archer Rhys out.

When she returned, she saw Grace Winslow still hunched over her notebook, writing and drawing. Irene shook her head but didn’t disturb her.

Grace Winslow wrote for several hours. Stretching, she realized it was already the middle of the night.

She quickly got up, took a shower, and then burrowed under her covers.

The next day, she got up before dawn and hurried back to school.

’Good thing they don’t do room checks, or else I’d have to explain why I didn’t co back to the dorm last night.’

When Grace Winslow arrived at school, she went straight to her classroom.

She sat down, opened her textbook, and felt her energy return.

"How does Grace Winslow have so much energy? She gets up before dawn every day to run, and she’s still such a good student and a favorite of the teachers. I’m so jealous. When will I ever be as brilliant as she is?"

"If you spent more of your daydreaming ti on studying, you could be too."

A few classmates whispered among themselves.

Grace Winslow pretended not to hear them.

At noon, she managed to slip away to go ho and bring back the selected clothes for the classmates who had already paid for their orders.

When the students who had bought the clothes saw what Grace Winslow brought, their eyes lit up.

The style and the fabric were both top-notch, and moreover, there was nothing else like them in Coronet.

This ant that when they wore them out, their outfits would be completely unique. Who wouldn’t be thrilled about that?

Wendy Quinn had taken so ti off after Archer Rhys publicly humiliated her, only returning to school today.

Seeing a few classmates holding up the clothes they’d bought from Grace and admiring them, she was so furious she could have ground her teeth to dust.

However, she wasn’t in the mood to cause trouble right now, so she just returned to her seat with a cold expression on her face.

After Grace Winslow distributed the clothes, the other students who had placed orders grew excited with anticipation.

As a result, the very next day, several more classmates ca looking for Grace to pre-order clothes.

"Hey, my sister-in-law can only send a few outfits each ti, and there’s already a long waiting list. I’m not sure when it’ll be your turn. Maybe you should wait and pay later?" Grace Winslow said, feeling a little embarrassed.

’Taking their money before I’ve even delivered the goods...’

’I’m making money pretty easily.’

"Grace, we trust you, so just take the money. I saw the outfit Mandy Warren bought—it’s gorgeous! I want that style, too."

"No way! I don’t want to have the sa outfit as you. Can’t you pick a different style?" Mandy Warren piped up, instantly displeased.

Everyone wanted to be unique and avoid wearing the sa thing as soone else. After all, when that happens, it’s always awkward for whoever wears it worse.

Grace was also a bit apologetic. "If I’m getting clothes for so many people, it’s impossible to avoid repeating styles. It’s inevitable that so will be the sa. There’s really nothing I can do about it. Why don’t you all think it over? I can refund your money."

"I’m still ordering! Don’t worry about whether it’s the sa style or not. Just bring them for us."

No matter what Grace Winslow said, it was useless. The students insisted on shoving their money at her.

Resigned, Grace Winslow had no choice but to accept. "Alright, I’ll do my best to talk to my sister-in-law and see if she can bring more next ti so you won’t have to wait so long. Otherwise, sumr will be here before you know it, and you’ll miss your chance to wear these pretty trench coats."

"Okay, great! Thank you, Grace! You’re such a good person."

Grace Winslow found herself being called a "good person" over and over.

She felt completely helpless.

’I’m making money and earning a good reputation at the sa ti.’

’I’ve never had it this good before.’

「Economics and Managent Departnt」

"Have you heard? There’s a student in the Foreign Languages Departnt who brings back really beautiful clothes from the south. They’re super cheap, way less than what you’d pay at a departnt store. A ton of students in her departnt are buying from her now."

"I saw them! I’m so jealous. I want to ask her to get a couple of things, too."

" too! My family set up with soone, and I was hoping to buy a couple of nice outfits to make a good impression when I et him."

"I wonder if she’d be willing to get so for us. Should we go ask?"

Yvonne Hale overheard her classmates’ discussion and couldn’t help but perk up her ears. "What are you all talking about? Sothing about getting clothes?"

"Yvonne Hale, do you want to co with us? The fabric is incredible. The sa thing would cost at least one or two hundred yuan at a departnt store, but these are less than a hundred, and they even co with a slip and blouse to wear underneath."

Yvonne Hale’s eyes lit up. She had been wanting to buy so nicer clothes for a while, and she still hadn’t spent much of the money she’d brought from ho. Hearing what her classmates said, she agreed almost without hesitation.