"Brother Huang Yun," Huang Xiaosan said with delight as he brought over the medicine, "When did Brother Huang Ye wake up? Is anything bothering you?"

"You just woke up," Huang Yun sighed. "Ye Zi, is anything bothering you?"

"No," Huang Ye licked his chapped lips, "Brother Huang Yun, Huang Lin, thank you for bringing me here."

"We're brothers, no need for thanks," Huang Yun helped him up. "Drink your medicine, then go home. Your wife must be worried sick."

"Mm." Huang Ye nodded gently, feeling guilty and not daring to look up.

He really wronged his wife.

When the group returned, it was past noon. Realizing that it was past lunchtime, Huang Xiaosan took some money and bought some steamed buns and dumplings.

We didn't buy much; each person got one steamed bun and one baozi.

It's definitely not enough to fill you up, but it can at least give you something to eat.

This is already very touching.

“Mistress,” Huang Yun said, her eyes filled with struggle, “I can’t take it. You can take it home and share it.”

These are all rare and delicious foods; even though his family is well-off, he can only afford to eat them occasionally.

"No way," Huang Xiaosan shoved the food into his hands without saying a word, "We've already bought it, why not eat it?"

“Xiao San,” Huang Feng said hesitantly, “if you give her to us, won’t you get scolded when you get back?”

Huang Feng was not only afraid that Huang Xiaosan would be scolded when she went back, but also afraid that he would be implicated.

Don't let yourself get scammed again!

"No," Huang Xiaosan's lips twitched, then he explained, "My mother gave me money when I came, so it's fine. Eat up."

Even a mother wouldn't be this cruel, would she?

Why do people always think she's an old hag?

"Really?" Huang Feng was still somewhat skeptical.

It's all white flour; it will cost a lot of money for the seven of them combined.

“Really,” Huang Xiaosan said, taking a bite of his steamed bun, “If you’re not going to eat it, I’ll eat it.”

"Hey, give me a steamed bun," Huang Lao Er, the driver, shouted as he turned around. "I'm starving."

"Eat up," Huang Yun said, no longer standing on ceremony, handing Huang Ye a steamed bun. "I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

"What could possibly happen?" Huang Xiaosan asked with a strange look. "My mother isn't picky about food."

It's just a few steamed buns and mantou; it's not even as good as what we eat at home.

It's just that when you're away from home, you're never really at ease. If it were just the three of them going out to eat, it wouldn't be a problem. But with so many people, the expenses would be too high. His mother wouldn't mind, but he would be very distressed.

“Xiao San is right,” Huang Lao Da reassured them, “My mother won’t blame you, so you can eat without worry.”

As Huang Laoda ate his steamed bun, he began to miss the spicy cabbage from home.

"It's nothing," Huang Yun said awkwardly, touching his nose. "I just said it offhand, don't take it to heart."

Eating someone else's food and then criticizing them—a grown man talking so much like that with his wife—Huang Yun felt he was quite a scoundrel.

Because of this, he didn't say much along the way and returned to Huangjiakou in silence.

While Huang Laoda and the others were on their way, Jiang Nuan had already closed a deal: Manager Jin wanted another 500 jin of spicy cabbage.

“In-law,” Jiang Nuan glanced at the ruddy-faced shopkeeper Jin, already having a good idea of ​​what was going on, “you’ve made quite a bit of money these past two days!”

“No, no,” Manager Jin couldn’t stop smiling, “just a little bit.”

Since the head chef mastered ten recipes, Wuweilou's business has been booming, and yesterday they even hosted a birthday banquet for a wealthy family.

Two taels of silver per table, and with thirty-eight tables in total, this one event earned over fifty taels of silver, which was a whole day's income for Wuweilou.