This kid is pretty stupid. His stepmother dresses up like a vixen, it's obvious his dad gives all his money to her, and yet he still listens to her so much.

"Old Chen, don't talk nonsense." Someone next to him retorted.

People like us come into contact with a lot of people, so the most important thing is to talk less and do more. Otherwise, we might offend some big shot one day and not even know how we died.

"What are you saying? This is my mother, my own mother." Before Tao Ying could speak, Wang Baomin exploded, grabbing Old Chen by the collar and trying to punch him.

"Alright, I don't need you anymore, let's move the goods." Tao Ying was too lazy to argue.

At this moment, I miss my mother-in-law, Zhou Daya, terribly.

That kind of eloquence is something I could never develop in several lifetimes.

"Girl, my brother was just complimenting you on how young you look," the man who had previously mentioned Old Chen said apologetically.

"Then you don't need to help." Tao Ying directed the two people next to her to help carry the bag.

"Baomin, I've hired a car outside. You take your bag and go out with them in a bit, then just wait outside," Tao Ying said, turning to Wang Baomin.

It wasn't that Tao Ying was being aggressive; Tao Ying wanted to do business.

These two types of people are the most annoying: pushovers and people with bad mouths who like to talk nonsense.

Both of them blushed and stood there without daring to say anything.

Mainly, just by looking at Tao Ying, she doesn't seem like someone to be trifled with.

Not knowing what approach it was, I could only regretfully walk out and continue to wait for work.

"Pah, that old woman, she's obviously no good." Old Chen spat and said angrily.

"Stop talking. Do you not want to eat anymore?" Old Zhang sighed.

Tao Ying wasn't in the mood to pay attention to any of that; she had hired a mule cart.

Carrying a large bundle earns two cents per trip, while a mule cart earns one dollar per trip.

Wang Baomin followed behind on his bicycle.

They unloaded the goods directly at the clothing store.

Wang Baomin carried the large bags into the house one by one.

"Mom, I'm going back to work now. Wait for me to get off work and we'll tidy up together," Wang Baomin said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Go, go." Tao Ying waved her hand.

The room was clearly cleaned; there was no dust.

Seeing that his mother didn't even glance at him, Wang Baomin sighed, closed the door behind him, and silently went to work.

Tao Ying sorted the clothes into categories, and then took out an iron to start ironing them.

Finally, it was hung up according to the arrangement.

In an entire afternoon, I only managed to pack one large bag.

I glanced at the time; it was already 3 p.m., so I went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

I happened to see some spare ribs for sale, so I bought a few, along with some green beans and two pieces of tofu.

This time, Tao Ying clearly felt the change in everyone's attitude towards her.

I glanced down at what I was wearing and couldn't help but think of the saying, "Respect the clothes before the person, respect the appearance before the soul." But it didn't really affect my mood.

After all, they can accept their 25-year-old child calling them "Mom," and they can accept being called "Auntie" or "Grandma."

"Big sister! Big sister!" Tao Ying walked away carrying the net bag, completely unaware of the shouts behind her.

The voice sounded quite young; it didn't sound like someone calling you by your own name. If someone were calling you by your own name, they would be an older woman, aunt, or maternal aunt.

"Hey lady, I'm calling you, why aren't you responding?" A young woman in her twenties stood in front of Tao Ying, panting heavily.

"You called me? What is it, little girl?" Tang Ying didn't quite get used to the way she addressed her.

"I just wanted to ask, where did you buy this outfit? How much did it cost?" The young woman's eyes were glued to Tao Ying's clothes.

"My clothes cost fifteen yuan for the top and eighteen yuan for the pants. They came from Shanghai, that's how everyone dresses there," Tao Ying said with a smile.

"Sister, are you selling this?" The young woman swallowed hard upon hearing the price.

"Yes, I only managed to get this stock through connections. It just arrived yesterday. We'll be opening in a couple of days. The store is on the street near the state-run store. If you like it, young lady, come and support us." Tao Ying finished speaking and left.

"Sister, sister, can't you give me a discount? This is too expensive." The young woman immediately caught up with Tao Ying.

"This is the first batch we have here. There aren't many, and it's not some cheap, mass-produced item that's hard to sell," Tao Ying said before leaving.

This era was not like the later era of service supremacy; it was an era when state-run restaurants had signs that prohibited them from beating customers without cause.

The more enthusiastic you are, the more these people will think your stuff is worthless.

Therefore, this posture must be high from the very beginning.

"Sister, sister!" the young woman called out twice, but Tao Ying ignored her, and she suddenly felt a tickle in her heart.

Tao Ying was secretly pleased with herself. On her way home, she encountered several more people asking about clothes, and she handled them all in the same way.

Suddenly, I had the urge to go to a state-run restaurant for a meal and see what the waiters' attitude was like.

But I just think it's unnecessary to go against my own money.

When I got home, I changed my clothes, picked some green beans in the backyard, and then picked two eggplants.

After returning home, I first chopped up the ribs and blanched them, then cooked two kinds of rice.

Tao Ying then sat down to pick vegetables. She planned to make stewed pork ribs with potatoes, green beans, and eggplant, which was basically just a random stew. She also soaked the glass noodles.

After picking the green beans and cutting the potatoes, set the ribs out of the pot.

Heat oil in a pot, add chopped green onions, ginger slices, pork ribs, and green beans, stir-fry them, and add half a bowl of soybean paste. After they change color, add half a pot of water and cover the pot with the lid.

I cut the tofu and planned to make a stir-fried tofu with minced meat.

The minced meat was cut from the ribs and marinated in advance.

"Mom? You're back?" Wang Chuntao led Tao Chenyang into the yard, her eyes lighting up at the smell of the delicious aroma.

At this time of year, the only person who can stay home and cook meat is Mom.

"Grandma, Grandma!" Tao Chenyang ran inside, her eyes red with excitement.

Tao Ying put the potatoes and vermicelli into the pot, put the lid back on, wiped her hands on her apron, and walked out with a smile.

He was suddenly embraced by Tao Chenyang.

"Oh dear, why is our little Yangyang crying?" Tao Ying picked up Tao Yang and gave him a loving kiss.

"Grandma, I miss you so much." Tao Chenyang hugged Tao Ying's neck tightly with his little arms and wouldn't let go.

“Mom.” Although Wang Chuntao wasn’t as affectionate as Tao Chenyang, the longing in her eyes was undeniable.

"Mom, why didn't you wait for me to get home before you started making it?" Wang Chuntao wanted to take over from Tao Chenyang, worried that her mother would get tired.

"Mom's left you with some work to do. You'll be making pancakes later. Mom can't do that right." Tao Ying pinched Wang Chuntao's cheek.

The thirteen-year-old girl is already very sensible.

With some working from home and others in high school, Tao Chenyang was often taken care of by Chun Tao.