Feng Yanhong worked hard for another day and bought all the needed ingredients, including oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
Feng Yanjun was obviously happier than her. Even if he stared at his bruised cheek, he couldn't hide his smile.
"Sister, do you think selling Liangpi will make more money than us selling groceries?"
"Not necessarily. Liangpi has its off-peak and peak seasons. Besides, where in the world is there a business that is guaranteed to make a profit?"
"oh."
But Brother Sheng doesn’t seem to be saying that. He said there is no business in the world that doesn’t make money, only people who can’t make money.
Feng Yanhong raised her head and glanced at Feng Yanjun and continued: "We don't have the ability to get rich. As long as we can carefully guard this small business, we can live a stable life."
"I don't have great wealth or great catastrophes. I don't have to worry about my parents. I will be content in this life."
Feng Yanhong vaguely felt that Yan Jun had been a little wild recently. He probably had too much contact with Wang Sheng and heard too much.
She didn't know whether this was good or bad for Yanjun. She really didn't expect to be rich and powerful in her life, but she really hoped that her family would be safe, even if it was mediocre.
"Remind me this afternoon to ask your brother Boshan to write a sign for us." She hasn't even put up the name of her shop yet.
Miao Guizhi has been having a headache recently, and her family's rice supply is running low. When it comes time to pay her living expenses, Zheng Xingbang has no intention of giving him any money, so naturally she doesn't dare to ask for it casually.
She tried to get Zheng Guoqing to hand over the food stamps to her, but as soon as she mentioned this, she made an excuse and went out. It was obvious that she didn't want to hand over the food stamps.
The two men's picky looks are exactly the same.
In the past, she could still go to Feng's house to get some things, but the trouble last time was indeed a bit unpleasant. In addition, she was beaten all over her body a few days ago and couldn't go out.
After putting it off for so long, what excuse could she make to come to the door?
"Mom? Our family hasn't had any meat or fish in more than half a month. Why don't you think of a way." Zheng Qiaohui feels that she has lost a lot of weight recently.
Since her father was injured last time, her living expenses have been reduced, and she can only eat two meals a day at school to make ends meet.
When she got home and only had cabbage and porridge, she really couldn't bear this kind of life.
"What can Mom do?"
"If it weren't for your nonsense last time, we wouldn't be like this now. Now it's better. Not only is the Feng family's marriage gone, but your dad was beaten and caused so many troubles, your dad's salary this month was also
So much deduction."
"It's good to have rice porridge this month. You'd better be calm and don't..."
Zheng Qiaohui's face was pale and she was full of anger. She slapped her chopsticks on the table with a 'snap' sound.
"What do you mean by this! Is it my fault? What's wrong with me, why do you blame it all on me!"
"It's obviously your fault, it's obviously Zheng Guoqing's fault, it's obviously Zhang Meili's fault, why do you want to blame me!"
Miao Guizhi frowned, with a look of helplessness on her face: "Qiaohui! What are you doing, my mother didn't say anything..."
"You haven't said anything yet? What else do you want to say?! I won't eat!"
Zheng Qiaohui got off the table angrily, leaving Miao Guizhi with a sad face, holding a bowl of porridge.
"Qiaohui, go to school in peace. Mom will go to your Aunt Bai's house tomorrow."
She thought about it again and again, but still felt that she couldn't let go of the Feng family's cash cow. Even if her marriage to Zheng Guoqing couldn't come true, she could at least get some meat or eggs back in a month after coaxing Bai Xiu.
Zheng Qiaohui stayed silent in the room, but her eyebrows had already been raised.
Looking at the empty rice bag and the noodle bag with less than two bowls of noodles, she was worried about dinner now! Miao Guizhi made up her mind and must go to Feng's house to get something back, otherwise she would
I'm afraid I won't be able to get through the month.
Early the next morning, Feng Yanhong prepared a lot of vegetables, cooked bacon in advance, and went to the supply and marketing cooperative early to queue up to cut a piece of fresh meat. She planned to cook two tables of dishes at noon to entertain her family and those who had helped them during this time.
It’s considered a celebration of the opening.
Feng Yanhong was busy in the shop early in the morning, making twenty pieces of cold skin and about twenty portions of cold noodles, which she placed in a well basin.
The sign Li Boshan was asked to write yesterday had been put up early this morning and covered with a piece of red cloth. It attracted many people to come in and ask what it was selling.
When hearing about cold noodles and cold skin, many people sighed, and many people's eyes sparkled.
The two siblings had been busy all morning. When they started cooking, Wang Sheng drove his Santana and brought Qin Zheng, Chen Hao and Yuan Zhengyang to the door.
There were two potted plants in front of the store that were blooming so beautifully that neither brother nor sister could name them.
Wang Sheng didn't bring his toad glasses today. He wore a blue shirt, black trousers, and a pair of black leather shoes. He looked upright and looked like a boss when he stood there.
He led Qin Zheng around, glancing at Feng Yanhong's busy figure from time to time, and talking to Qin Zheng became more and more absent-minded.
Taking the time to spare, he slipped into the kitchen and said, "Yan Hong, how can I help you?"
Feng Yanhong had prepared the dishes early, and the cold dishes had all been mixed. Now the side dishes for the hot dishes were almost ready, so she just waited for the time to start cooking.
"I don't have anything to help here. Has Yanjun poured them tea?"
"Sorry, Boss Wang, I don't have any good tea here." After all, Feng Yanhong was someone who had helped them. Feng Yanhong's attitude was not too perfunctory, but she still kept her distance.
"It's okay, I won't be picky."
Wang Sheng stood there, watching her skillfully cutting potatoes into shreds. The skin on her arms was fair, but the skin on her hands and cheeks had been exposed to the sun, but it did not affect her appearance at all.
Broken hair hangs down in front of his forehead without covering his eyes. There are still some beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. The corners of his lips are slightly raised. He seems to be in a good mood.
The round table next to it is already full of things. Was it all prepared by her?
So capable!
"Brother Sheng, come out and sit down. It's very smoky here." Feng Yanjun came in holding a thermos. Seeing that he was still standing there blankly looking at his sister, she quickly stepped forward to block his sight.
"Is your sister's cooking delicious?" Wang Sheng pulled Feng Yanjun out of the kitchen and asked in a low voice in Feng Yanjun's ear.
"Okay, it's okay." He thought it was delicious, but people like Wang Sheng and others are used to eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea...
"You want to lie to me again. I didn't eat less of your sister's cooking, right?" The kid wanted to fool him again!
"My sister said that our family only has simple food, as long as you don't dislike it."
"Humph, what do you think she calls a simple meal? You are so humble." Wang Sheng looked back again, fearing that some of the dishes were not as good as hers.