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After Granny Zhao left, Ye Caiping's family began to eat lunch.

Ye Caiping said, "Father and Mother, I'll take Jin'er and Huan'er to the prefectural city for a few days tomorrow."

The old couple were taken aback, but finally nodded. Old Mrs. Ye said, "That's good. It's good to go out and avoid the limelight. The magistrate just said this morning that he would handle this matter. By the time you come back, everything will be fine."

Old Man Ye said, "Just you and your two daughters? Why don't you invite your older brother along?"

"Of course, let's invite Xuan'er too!" It's always good to have more men when you're out and about.

The reason he wasn't named Ye Yong was because a strong man was needed to guard the home.

Erquan is working outside now, Ye Peng is delivering goods and he's not strong enough, Old Man Ye is getting old, Ye Yong is a grown man in his twenties and can handle things.

Ye Jin'er paused, her chopsticks still: "The spicy soup workshop..."

"With Zhao Fan around, I trust him. If anything happens, I can ask Uncle Village Head and Second Uncle for help."

Ye Jin'er said, "It's about the mixing of ingredients; only Mother knows the proportions."

Ye Caiping said, "After we finish eating, I'll teach my parents. It's very simple. Just mix them together in the right proportions, and the workers outside who grind the grain can stir it together."

Old Mr. and Mrs. Ye, Ye Daquan, and their two daughters were the people she trusted most.

The reason I didn't teach it before was because it's easier to prepare and mix the ingredients myself. I can just throw them into the storage space and then throw them out again. It's something that can be done in five minutes, so there's no need to make someone else spend half a day doing it.

After the meal, Ye Caiping took the elderly couple to the workshop and told them about the proportions.

All the materials were packed into a cloth bag weighing thirty jin (approximately 25 kg).

The mixed materials are taken directly to the packaging room, and the remaining materials are locked in a small warehouse in the mixing room. Only Ye Caiping has the key, and no one knows how much material was used.

Previously, Ye Caiping would simply throw things away in her storage space, and no one knew how much was left or how much was left over.