Opening her eyes, Chen Hong was reborn. She was reborn just before she was about to take her children back to her parents' home. Not wanting to live a life of looking at others' faces for a...
After kneading the dough, Chen Hong covered it with a cloth and let it rise. Then, she showed the sorghum flour to Aunt Guo.
"Auntie, this is sorghum flour that I brought back from Jinan. Let's try using it to make steamed rice cakes this year!"
Aunt Guo laughed when she heard this, "Is this the dough for your steamed yellow sticky dumplings?"
"Okay, let's steam a pot and try it. Let's steam a pot of cornmeal too, so the old folks can't get used to the new taste!"
"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Everyone in the kitchen laughed. Aunt Guo was really funny. It was her first time trying it, and she was afraid of failing and also afraid of making Chen Hong lose face by bringing up the ancestral offerings!
The men didn't return until 12:30. They had produced over 4,000 kilograms of vegetables that morning, which had already been delivered to large supermarkets in the city.
This year, the snow made the roads difficult to travel, and fewer vegetables from other places were coming in, which was a great opportunity for them.
Vegetables were sold for as low as 3.5 yuan per kilogram and as high as 5 yuan per kilogram.
Even so, the supply still can't meet the demand. As soon as they unload the truck, customers line up to buy!
The village chief quickly finished his meal. "I'll go to the village to find someone to help prepare the dishes, and leave the rest for ourselves."
The rest, while the price is good, should be sold off in the next day or two, so that the money in your pocket is truly secured.
The weather is clearing up, vegetables from other places are coming in, and prices are bound to drop. We don't have much time left.
"Honey, please cook extra dinner tonight. If necessary, we'll work the night shift. We have to get all the vegetables from the orchard harvested."
After saying that, he pushed the bowl aside, put on his coat, and went to the village. Ten minutes later, the village loudspeaker blared the village chief's call for help:
"Urgent notice, urgent notice: The village inn urgently needs thirty people to prepare dishes."