Seeing that the mother and daughter were about to quarrel, Zhou's mother hurried over to stop them.

"Say less, say less. It's New Year's Day. If she starts crying again, it's unlucky."

Qiao Yu sneered after hearing this, "Everyday, cat urine is full of water."

The little goldfish refused to accept: "I told you I'm a fish, not a cat!"

"What do you care what I say?"

Dawei was holding the bed sheet that the little goldfish had peed on last night. When he passed by and saw this scene, he shook his head and walked towards the yard resignedly.

The most troublesome ones in the family are the older mother and the younger sister.

Zhou Wu fetched the boiled water and poured it into a large basin. He pinched his nose and watched Dawei throw the bed sheet in. He soaked it for a while before washing it with soap and his hands.

"Just in time, my brother is back. The job of washing the little goldfish's bedsheets..."

Dawei: "Even if you call the second brother to play finger-guessing, he won't be able to get the eldest brother to come. Didn't you hear mom say that she was going to arrange a blind date for the eldest brother? How could mom arrange other work for the eldest brother in this spiritless situation?"

Zhou Wu sighed, "I'm so jealous..."

"What are you jealous of? Blind date? Have you forgotten how we ran out of pocket money last time?"

"Marrying half a wife"...

When Zhou Wu thought of this, he shuddered all over.

Getting married = emptying your pocket money.

He doesn't want to marry.

I would rather die than do that.

Xiaoyong came out of the living room, smacking his food. Dawei saw him and said, "What are you eating? Feed me two bites."

"It's peach cake. Big brother made it himself before getting on the train. It tastes better than the ones bought from the supply and marketing cooperative." He fed Dawei half of it and then said, "How is it? Not bad, right?"

Dawei stopped what he was doing, tilted his head back and munched on the food. Finally, he chewed it thoroughly before swallowing it. He turned to look at Xiaoyong, nodded, and savored the food: "You know what, big brother's cooking skills are superb again. It's a pity that big brother is in Linshi, otherwise I would never get tired of eating big brother's cooking every day."

Zhou Wu had already run back to the living room to get his share of peach cake.

Zhou Wu, who was eating as he walked out, said with emotion, "Hey, you guys said that Big Brother is 20 years old, not young anymore, and now he is still a master chef in a state-owned hotel, and he has a lot of blind dates with girls, why didn't he like any of them?"

"Do you really want your elder brother to get married?" Dawei asked back.

"I don't really want to... It's just that my eldest brother is alone in Linshi, and he feels lonely. Wouldn't it be nice to marry a wife who cares about you?"

Dawei laughed sarcastically.

Being able to say such things, it seems that Zhou Wu has listened to a lot of noise from people around him.

Zhou Wu was puzzled and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you for not having a brain. You just believe whatever others say. Can you rush to get a wife? You know how to be warm and cold...

In your life, is the wife you married the only one who is considerate and caring? Are your parents, brothers, sisters, relatives and friends not considerate and caring people?

My eldest brother has been in Linshi for five years and has made many friends.

You are worrying for nothing."

Zhou Wu chewed the peach cake, thought for a moment, and said, "It seems to make sense."

Dawei finished washing the sheets and asked Zhou Wu to help twist the other end.

Zhou Wu pinched his nose and said in disgust: "Is it really clean? No smell? My little sister is the same. She is so cute, how come her urine is even stinkier than my shit? Even grandma doesn't dare to smell it, so only we, her brothers, have to suffer from her abuse."

Every time we play finger-guessing, the loser has to wash my sister's sheets.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, squeeze it out and send it to the dryer."

Zhou's mother was standing by the baking pan drying the family's clothes. Seeing Qiao Yu and Little Goldfish happily unpacking things, she also smiled.

The wrung-out sheets were sent by Dawei.

Zhou's mother and Dawei spread out the bed sheet, shook it, and then placed it on the bamboo basket over the baking pan.

Even with the strong smell of soap covering it up, there is still a smell of urine, which will only dissipate after it dries.

Zhou's mother sighed: "Fortunately, you two brothers are still at home."

David smiled and said, "It's what we should do."

After saying that, he helped Zhou's mother shake out the other clothes. After all, there was more than one baking pan, and there were many people in the family and many clothes.

When it came to the last pot of roasted sweet potatoes, Dawei picked up the bamboo basket and took out the burnt sweet potatoes. After letting them cool for a while, he opened them and took a bite. Then he shouted to Qiao Yu, "Mom! This pot of roasted sweet potatoes is cooked!"

Only then did Qiao Yu pick up the enameled steel basin for washing vegetables and pick up the sweet potatoes.

After picking them one by one and putting them on the table, Qiao Yu handed one to Junwazi and Zhou Wen respectively, "This sweet potato has a red core, which your father sent from his hometown. I heard that they have set up several trial plots there, and now the production team has switched to planting red-core potatoes.

The white heart ones tasted like burnt hearts and were tasteless. The red heart ones are sweet. If you add some milk powder to the sweet potato cakes, they are much more delicious than what I made before. Come and try them."

After taking a bite, the soldier exclaimed in surprise, "It's real, sweet."

Zhou Wen nodded, "It's delicious."

"If it tastes good, eat more."

The little goldfish was dismantling the table, "Yes, yes, yes, big brother and second brother, you guys should eat more sweet potatoes, and give me all the delicious food at noon! I can eat it all!"

Qiao Yu: ...

Qiao Yu: "Each of us eats a red potato, leaving room for food in our stomachs, so we can compete with the little goldfish for food at noon!"

The little goldfish: "Roar!" He turned around and ran towards Zhou's mother again, "Grandma, Mommy is bullying me again!"

It was over. He buried his head in Zhou's mother's arms and started to cry.

Qiao Yu wanted to say something more, but Zhou Jun said, "Mom, this sweet potato tastes really good. We can make sweet potato cakes to generate income for the production team in Dad's hometown."

"Hmm? Sweet potato pancakes without milk powder?"

Zhou Jun: “…” If milk powder is added, where does the higher cost come from?

I'm afraid it's not about generating revenue, but about losing money.

Zhou Ze'an, who had been quiet the whole time, suddenly spoke up: "How do you make sweet potato pancakes? Can you write a letter and send it to my hometown?"

Zhou Jun nodded, "This is my improved version. I used to make it with white sweet potatoes, but I always felt that something was missing. Even if I added sugar, it still didn't achieve the desired effect. But if I make a lot, I have to adjust the dosage. If I want the best taste, I have to go there and mix it on the spot."

Zhou Ze'an pondered for a moment, met Qiao Yu's gaze, and then said to Zhou Jun, "Come to the study."

Zhou Jun put down the remaining half sweet potato and followed Zhou Ze'an to the study.

I didn't come down until lunch at noon.

In the afternoon, Zhou Ze'an said something to Zhou's mother again, and the latter became extremely enthusiastic about the military child as if she had been injected with stimulants.

The soldier boy almost couldn't handle Zhou's mother like this...

It was the blind dates that gave him a break.

At night, Zhou Ze'an told Qiao Yu about his plan.

It’s pretty much the same as what Qiao Yu thought.

If the recipe of sweet potato cakes can generate income for the production team, it can also find a job for my eldest uncle's son Zhou Qiang in the production team.

Zhou Qiang was not good at studying, so he went to work in the fields after graduating from junior high school.

My uncle originally wanted to give up the accounting job, but many people in the production team were eyeing the job. There were several high school students in the production team, but none of them were in high school, so why let a junior high school student take it?

The jobs in the production team are not as good as those in the city.

In the city, formal workers can inherit their father's business, but positions in production teams are elected by team members, and the most capable ones will be given the upper hand.

If this formula can bring benefits to the production team, my uncle can keep his accountant job and Zhou Qiang can have a job that doesn't require him to work in the fields.

As for Zhou Ermei, although her grades were not good, she managed to get into high school and is still studying.