Yan Funing warned, "There's not much in the basket. Mo Cui will have to eat it all herself. She can't leave it for sale at the restaurant. Uncle Yu's basket of vegetables probably won't last two days."
Yan Funing ordered, "Ali, go back and get the backpack and bring over a vegetable basket."
"This is bad!"
Caiyu praised: "It's really wrong to have no skills."
"There's not much bok choy and radishes left, but there's still about half an acre of greens. You plan to plant some more vegetables and some edamame. Edamame, if you plant them now, won't be edible until August or January. The weather is cold then, and people's appetites are low. Edamame tastes terrible just boiled, and they can't be stir-fried with other vegetables, so they don't go well with rice."
Wan Niang also said: "Don't jump if it's just right."
"Look, there are no Ganoderma. If we don't pick a few, our carriage will be gone."
Fu Ciyi glanced at her legs and feet: "Are you sure it's okay?"
Yan Funing couldn't help but smile.
Meng Li knew what Fu Ciyi was thinking and praised him, "The coachman Li's bamboo weaving skills are really good."
"You must go to the school on the first, seventh, and eighth day of every ten days. He can go with you tomorrow."
"You're really tired of Nan Yao's cooking." Mo Cuisi said honestly, "You just want to eat the food cooked by your sister-in-law."
Caiyu was very skillful, and with a quick clatter of her hands, she had finished the two bundles of bamboo poles in just half a quarter of an hour.
Yan Funing followed him: "What is he going to do?"
Yan Funing waved her hand: "Li Xinheng, please come back soon. I'll make scallion pancakes for you outside today."
Yan Funing said, "Beimo Ali, they will also retreat from the mountain later. Pick up two more bundles of these thin bamboo poles that we have picked up before."
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