Some were envious, but most villagers remained relatively calm.

After all, a while ago, Ye Caiping taught everyone how to eat cassava, which increased the villagers' grain production by hundreds of kilograms.

People who had benefited from her and saw her making money mostly felt envious and sour, without any extreme reactions.

Of course, with very few exceptions.

"Oh, Caiping! You must be selling those big buckets of hot and sour soup!"

"Yes, yes, I've heard about spicy soup too."

"I glanced at it from afar, and the stall was completely surrounded by people. I thought to myself, who is so amazing that customers are practically fighting over their goods?"

"To my surprise, when I peeked through the gaps in the crowd, it turned out to be Caiping and the rest of you."

Ye Caiping smiled and said, "Sisters-in-law, if you want to eat it, just let me know in advance and I'll save some for you."

“We can’t afford that. It’s a precious thing that costs five coins a bowl.”

As the woman spoke, a pang of jealousy rose in her heart. "A bowl of porridge for only five coins, Cai Ping, you're going to be rich."

Ye Caiping said, "That's not just a bowl of porridge. I put in a lot of meat. The lean meat alone costs twenty coins a pound! And the chili oil, you have to put in as much oil as you can, and you also have to add sesame seeds. Besides that, there are other seasonings, all of which are expensive."

The women were taken aback when they heard this; it seemed the cost was quite high.

One of the old women asked, "What kind of seasoning is that?"

Ye Caiping said casually, "These are all common dishes."

"Which ones do we usually eat? How much should we put in?"

Ye Jin'er, who was standing to the side, got angry: "Grandma Lai, why don't I just put all the money in your pocket!"

Lai Zi's mother jumped up: "What's wrong with you, little girl? How can you talk to your elders like that?"

Ye Jin'er laughed and said, "No one talks like you, Granny Lai, constantly asking about other people's secret recipes."