Feng Yanhong has been busy for another day and has purchased all the ingredients needed, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Feng Yanjun was obviously happier than her. Even if he stared at a purple cheek, he could not hide his smile.

"Sister, do you think selling cold skin will make more money than selling groceries?"

"Not necessarily, Liangpi is divided into peak and low seasons. Besides, where is the world's business that can make a profit without losing money?"

"oh."

But Brother Sheng didn't seem to say that. He said that there is no business in the world that doesn't make money, only people who can't make money.

Feng Yanhong looked up at Feng Yanjun and continued, "We don't have the ability to be rich and powerful. As long as we can keep this little business with all our heart, we can live a stable life."

"I will be content in my life without wealth and great fortune, and I will not worry my parents."

Feng Yanhong vaguely felt that Yan Jun had become a little wild recently. He probably had contacted Wang Sheng and heard too much.

She didn't know whether this would be good or bad for Yan Jun. She really didn't expect wealth and honor in her life, but she really hoped that everyone in her family could be free of disasters and difficulties, even if it was mediocre.

"Remind me in the afternoon and ask Brother Boshan to write a sign for us." Her shop name has not yet been erected.

Miao Guizhi has a headache recently. The rice and grain at home are at a loss. When it comes to paying living expenses, Zheng Xingbang has no intention of paying money. Naturally, she dare not speak up at will.

She wanted Zheng Guoqing to hand over the food coupons to her, but when she mentioned this, she made an excuse to go out, and it was obvious that she didn't want to hand over it.

The two of them looked exactly the same.

In the past, she could still go to Feng's house to get some things, but the last time she made a little unpleasant, and she was beaten a few days ago and couldn't go out.

After delaying for so long, what other excuses can she find to come to the door?

"Mom? Our family hasn't been exposed to meat for more than half a month, why don't you think of a solution?" Zheng Qiaohui felt that she had lost a lot of weight recently.

Since her father was beaten last time, her living expenses have been reduced, and she can only eat two meals a day at school to barely be able to spend enough money.

When she got home, she only had cabbage porridge, so she couldn't stand such a life anymore.

"What can mom do?"

"If it weren't for your talk nonsense last time, we wouldn't have been like this now. Now, not only did the Feng family's marriage be eliminated, but your father was beaten and had so many things happened, but your father's salary this month was deducted so much."

"It's good to have porridge this month. You'd better be more at ease and don't......"

Zheng Qiaohui had a white face, and was full of anger. She slapped the chopsticks on the table with a "splash".

"What do you mean? Is it my fault? What's wrong with me? Why do you push all the mistakes on me!"

"It's obviously your fault, it's Zheng Guoqing's fault, it's clearly Zhang Meili's fault. You all want to push the mistakes to me!"

Miao Guizhi frowned and looked helpless, "Qiaohui! What are you doing, and my mother didn't say anything..."

"You haven't said anything yet? Then what else do you want to say?! I won't eat it anymore!"

Zheng Qiaohui went down the dining table in anger, leaving Miao Guizhi with a sad face, holding a bowl of porridge.

"Qiaohui, go to school with peace of mind. Mom will go to your Aunt Bai's house tomorrow."

After thinking about it, she still felt that she could not let the Feng family go, the money tree. Even if the marriage with Zheng Guoqing could not be accomplished, she would coax Bai Xiu, at least she could get back some meat or eggs in a month.

Zheng Qiaohui stayed in the room without making any noise, but in fact, her eyebrows were already upturned.

Looking at the empty rice bags and the noodle bags with less than two bowls of noodles, she was worried about dinner now! Miao Guizhi made up her mind to go to Feng’s house to get something back, otherwise she might not be able to make it this month.

The next morning, Feng Yanhong prepared some dishes, cooked bacon in advance, and went to the supply and marketing agency to queue up to cut a piece of fresh meat. At noon, he prepared to make two tables of dishes to entertain his family and those who helped them during this period, which would be considered a celebration of opening.

Feng Yanhong worked in the store early in the morning and made twenty pieces of cold noodles, as well as about twenty portions of cold noodles, and placed them in a well water basin.

The sign written by Li Boshan yesterday was already hung up today and covered with a red cloth, which attracted many people to come in and ask what they were selling.

When I heard about the cold noodles and cold noodles, many people sighed, and many people's eyes shone.

The siblings were busy all morning. When they started cooking, Wang Sheng drove his Santana and brought Qin Zheng, Chen Hao and Yuan Zhengyang to the front door.

Two pots of potted plants with excellent blooming flowers were placed in front of the store, and neither of them could call their name.

Wang Sheng did not bring his toad glasses, blue shirt, black trousers, and a pair of black leather shoes today. He looked straight and stood there like a boss.

He took Qin Zheng around and glanced at Feng Yanhong's busy figure from time to time. He became more and more absent-minded when talking to Qin Zheng.

After taking the time, he slipped into the kitchen, "Yanhong, what's there to help?"

Feng Yanhong prepared the dishes early and mixed them all. Now the side dishes for the hot dishes are almost done, so she just waited for the time to start cooking.

"I have nothing to help here. Have Yanjun poured them tea?"

"Sorry, Boss Wang, I don't have any good tea here." After all, it was someone who helped them. Feng Yanhong's attitude was not too perfunctory, but she still kept a distance.

"It's okay, I'm not picking on my mouth."

Wang Sheng stood there, watching her cut potato shreds in quantity, with fair skin on her arms, and the skin on her hands and cheeks on the ground was layered, but it did not affect her appearance at all.

The broken hair hangs on the forehead and does not cover the eyes. There are some fine beads of sweat on the tip of the nose, and the corners of the lips are slightly raised, looking very good.

The round table next to it is already full of arrangement. Did she prepare it?

Really capable!

"Brother Sheng, go out and sit here, it's a lot of smoke." Feng Yanjun entered the door with a thermos, and saw that he was still standing there blankly looking at his sister, and quickly stepped forward to block his sight.

"Is your sister very delicious to cook?" Wang Sheng pulled Feng Yanjun out of the kitchen, lowered his voice and asked in Feng Yanjun's ear.

"Okay, okay." He thought it was delicious, but people like Wang Sheng and others were used to eating delicacies...

"I want to lie to me again. I have eaten a lot of food made by your sister, right?" The boy wanted to fool him again!

"My sister said that our family only has simple food, as long as you don't dislike it."

"Hmph, she is called simple food? She is so humble." Wang Sheng turned around and glanced, afraid that she was not as good as hers.
Chapter completed!