When they arrived at the market, He Wenlin ordered a batch of chicken drumsticks, five grass carp, fifteen catties of cowpeas, two pumpkins, ten catties of pickled peppers, thirteen catties of celery, ten catties of water spinach, eleven catties of bean sprouts, and twenty catties of bottle gourd, spending a total of 148 yuan.

When He Wenlin returned home after buying groceries, she ran into He Xing.

He Wenlin greeted him politely, which surprised He Xing. He thought He Wenlin would roll her eyes at him and spit on him.

He Wenlin, in her thirties, would never do something so childish. They were competitors, but not enemies. There was no need to be on the verge of conflict every time they met. They could maintain a polite facade.

Back at the shop, He Wenlin quickly washed some of the water spinach and bean sprouts for later use.

At 5:50, He Wenlin started stir-frying shredded potatoes, while Lin Fei poured out the already cooked glutinous rice and cooked three more pots.

The amount of glutinous rice was increased again today.

At 6:15, Ruan Lingfeng arrived.

"You're up so early?"

"What do we need to do now? Wash the vegetables?"

"I'll wash it later. Come here, I'll teach you how to make sticky rice balls."

He Wenlin demonstrated one first, and then let him do it himself.

Now I'm making food for myself, so it doesn't matter if it's slow, not tightly wrapped, or not pretty enough.

After doing five in a row, I finally got the hang of it.

He's mother, He Shan, and her younger brother all arrived at this time.

He Wenlin said she didn't need to come, and her father didn't come, but her mother was worried and still came.

He Wenlin handed out one of the glutinous rice balls that Ruan Lingfeng had just made to each person: "He just made them, eat them quickly so you can get back to work."

Ruan Lingfeng also ate one. This was his first time eating sticky rice. Although it was a bit spicy, he could accept the spiciness. And with this taste, he finally understood why He Wenlin's breakfast business was so good.