Old Li, the chef in charge of the canteen, saw that Liu Chunhua had asked this question, so he told the truth, "Sister, it's not that I don't want it, but the amount is too large. I can't make the decision on my own. How about I take less first?"

"Don't," Liu Chunhua didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, but she was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say.

At the critical moment, Jiang Ruyi stepped in again, "Tell him that this thing is just a consumable on the table and is not worth much money, but if it is eaten well, won't it attract more customers? And as long as he accepts this batch of goods, give him one cent less per pound."

"Brother, brother." Liu Chunhua's eyes lit up and she followed suit. "You just tasted it yourself. Our hairy tofu is authentic pickled. We sell it in front of your door just for your convenience. If you like it, I'll give you a discount per pound. You can take this batch first. If you like it, you can ask for more. I'll deliver it to you at a fixed time in the future. What do you think?"

The people these days are simple and honest, and people don't have so many tricks between each other. Old Li also liked the hairy tofu, so he simply nodded and said, "Okay, sister, since you are generous, I won't waste time on you. I want this fifty kilograms of hairy tofu!"

"Really? Thank you, big brother!" Liu Chunhua was overjoyed and quickly helped the waiter count the tofu. When it was time to pay the bill, Old Li asked her how much it cost per pound.

【One dollar and five cents! 】

Before Liu Chunhua opened her mouth, Jiang Ruyi had already started babbling. Old Li didn't know she was talking and thought she was just acting like a coquettish person.

Liu Chunhua's mouth twitched twice. So much? Isn't that bad?

Jiang Ruyi knew what she was thinking, and her little hands and feet fluttered even more vigorously. [They run a canteen, and each dish has a price. This hairy tofu is two or three pieces per plate, so they can still make money.]

Besides, the price of raw tofu is by kilogram, not by piece, so asking for one dollar and fifty cents is not unreasonable.

"Sister?" Old Li patted Liu Chunhua on the shoulder, and Liu Chunhua blurted out subconsciously, "One dollar and five cents per pound."

"Okay, I'll get you the money."

Unexpectedly, Old Li did not question the price. Liu Chunhua's heart was still pounding until she held the money in her hand.

"Ruyi! Are we too heartless to ask for 1.5 yuan?"

She bought the raw tofu from Widow Zhao at a purchase price of only 80 cents. She made a net profit of 70 cents per pound by reselling it. She felt very guilty.

Jiang Ruyi didn't care, "You are here to do business, if you sell at the purchase price, how can you make money?"

Liu Chunhua was still uneasy, so Jiang Ruyi had to say, "Besides, the prices on the street are higher than in the village. Old Li is not a fool. If he thought you were asking for too much, how could he agree so readily? He is well-informed. If he accepts your things, he must know that there is profit to be made."

Liu Chunhua felt relieved after hearing her say that. But the money came too easily and it was too unreal. She made at least 35 million yuan in this trip, which surprised her but also made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"I just feel a little sorry for Sister Zhao. She made all the things, but I'm the one who made the money."

Jiang Ruyi glanced at her depressed look and knew that Liu Chunhua's nature as a goody-goody was acting up again. However, there was no fairness in this world. She only knew that she had taken advantage of Widow Zhao but never thought that if she had not accepted Widow Zhao's money, Widow Zhao would not have had this source of income.

Liu Chunhua heard her thoughts clearly, but still couldn't help feeling guilty, "Ruyi, why don't we buy something for Sister Zhao? After all, if it weren't for her, we wouldn't be able to earn this money."

【what ever.】

Jiang Ruyi is giving up. [I think you will die from your good heart sooner or later. ]

Liu Chunhua just smiled. She had heard from Ruyi that she had done good things before but had no good ending, and would die miserably in the future. But she didn't want to be a profit-seeking villain. If she did that, what would be the difference between her and Jiang Chao and Widow Zhang?

In the end, Jiang Ruyi couldn't persuade Liu Chunhua, and watched her buy a bag of peach cakes and give them to Widow Zhao's family.

Widow Zhao was surprised and happy, and her two children also swarmed around her. However, only Jiang Ruyi noticed that Widow Zhao was distracted from time to time while staring at Liu Chunhua.

Her small features wrinkled up, but she didn't say anything.

After finishing this task, Liu Chunhua was in a good mood. She saved part of the money she earned and hid the other part directly in the inner pocket of her underwear.

It was her own idea to put invisible pockets on clothes. After all, it would be inconvenient to save all the money, so she had to keep some on hand.

"Let's go, mother and I will go home. We have earned some money today, so mother will make some delicious food for Ruyi!" Liu Chunhua smiled, her steps were faster than usual, her thick black braid was thrown behind her head, swaying with her steps.

Looking at her like this, Jiang Ruyi was in a good mood.

Especially after returning home, Liu Chunhua brought her a bowl of fragrant crucian carp soup!

【This is?】

Liu Chunhua smiled gently, scooped up a spoonful of fish soup with a spoon and blew it on her lips, "Didn't mother promise to make fish soup for you last time? This time, mother will make it up to you."

Jiang Ruyi was in mixed feelings.

She came to the world in this book, and even though she became Jiang Ruyi with the same name and surname, she never considered herself as a person here, and she didn't recognize Liu Chunhua as her stepmother at all.

But even though she knew clearly what she was thinking, he still took care of her without regrets and did his best.

"Ruyi, I don't understand what you said, and I don't know why our good life has become a world in the book. I only know that Ruyi was born from my belly, and I have to take good care of Ruyi."

Liu Chunhua fed the cooled fish soup to Jiang Ruyi's lips, and at the same time, the unique scent of her motherly love came over to her.

Jiang Ruyi was stunned unconsciously.

In fact, even in her real world, she is busy with work every day and doesn’t have many opportunities to feel the word maternal love.

Different from the warmth in the house, two figures, one big and one small, suddenly stopped outside the Jiang family's yard.

"It smells so good, Mom! What delicious food is Aunt Jiang's family eating?" Feng Chuchu sniffed and kept looking into the house through the crack in the door with her cunning eyes.

Zhang Tieying also smelled the fishy aroma and was very curious, "What's going on? Isn't Jiang Chao not at home? What is this damn woman up to?"

Feng Chuchu knew that Jiang Chao came to take the ten yuan. Zhang Tieying gave him the money but was still angry. He often threw a tantrum at home and even refused to cook delicious food for her. Therefore, Feng Chuchu was also very angry.

The girl, who was only three or four years old, had already learned to sow discord. "Mom, could it be that Aunt Jiang prepared delicious food for me without Uncle Jiang's knowledge? Then when she said she had no money, wasn't that a lie to Uncle Jiang?"