"Brother Wan is a very honest man. Could you let me in and demonstrate for him?" While eating tofu pudding, Ye Wanwan had already gotten a rough idea of how the Wan family treated others, and she had a stronger intention to cooperate with them.
Hearing this, Wan Bin felt a little embarrassed. Not to mention the skill of making tofu, which has always been kept secret, how could he let outsiders try their hand at it?
"Eanzi, when we cook, we want peace of mind. It's not that I don't trust you, but the kitchen is a place where not just anyone can enter."
After listening to Wan Bin's words, Ye Wanwan was not annoyed, but felt more relieved. Having such a partner made her feel more at ease.
"I'm sorry for being abrupt. If it's inconvenient, Brother Wan, could you sell me some soy milk? I'll make the finished product and then we can talk about it." Ye Wanwan nodded and asked in a gentle voice.
Wan Bin finally felt relieved and filled a small bucket with the real thing. "Of course there is no problem. There is no need to talk about whether to sell it or not. These are just a gift for meeting you."
"You can not charge for the soy milk, but you have to pay for the tofu pudding and tofu, otherwise I don't want the tofu." Ye Wanwan counted out the copper coins according to the price, put them on the table, and insisted.
Because we're partners, these matters are unambiguous. Good partnerships clearly distinguish between public and private matters, ensuring a long-term partnership.
"Yeah, let's go back and make something delicious for the little greedy cat, okay?"
"Okay, okay." Ye Ansheng raised his head and looked at Ye Wanwan, saying seriously, "But the boss and his brother can't have it. Does that mean I'm eating alone?"
The three brothers from Lin Village had agreed to share both happiness and hardship! Wouldn't it be a bad idea for him to eat all the delicious food alone?
"Hmm...what Ansheng said makes sense. Then, Ansheng will watch us eat, and next time we eat together, Ansheng will eat."
Ye Ansheng, who had been frowning in thought, nodded in agreement as if something had suddenly dawned on him. "Well, sister, don't forget what you said next time."
"Well then, poor little Ansheng, you can only watch us eat..."
After the soy milk boiled, Ye Wanwan picked up the thin film on the surface with a stick, rolled up some with a small stick, and placed some flat on the sieve... Half a bucket of soy milk made a considerable amount.
"I was kidding. You can't eat this today, so forget it." Ye Wanwan raised a smile and ignored Ye Ansheng who was guarding the bamboo sieve.
Ye Ansheng didn't say anything either, but just imitated Ye Wanwan and clumsily turned the bean curd tendons and bean curd sheets.
"Dad, you have to study hard. Mom won't be able to handle it alone." Ye Wanwan handed over the rolling pin, her eyes full of threats.
Ye Bufan's face was covered with flour, and he begged for mercy humbly, "Wanwan, I really can't do this."
"You have to do it even if you can't, Dad. You can't always escape." Ye Wanwan picked up the rolling pin and rolled the wonton wrappers in a very professional manner.
Under the expectations of his wife and daughter, Ye Bufan had no choice but to take the rolling pin and resigned himself to learning how to roll wonton wrappers.
This one is too thick, that one is too thin... After practicing for a long time, I finally made a wonton wrapper that satisfied everyone.
"Dad, when I'm not around, the wonton stall will have to rely on you and mom." After carefully inspecting it, Ye Wanwan said something shocking.
"Wanwan, what do you mean?" Ye Bufan's hands, which had stopped shaking, began to tremble again. Wonton stall?
Ye Wanwan nodded and said, "Yeah, we have to support ourselves. Look at Ansheng, he has nothing to wear."
Children grow up so fast that some of Ye Ansheng’s clothes can no longer be worn. It is also time to replace the bedding that has been used at home for who knows how many years.
"I'll help set up the stall, and Mom and Dad will just have to worry about it when the time comes." Ye Wanwan continued, giving the two of them a shot of reassurance.
Women are more thoughtful after all. Fang took the mixed filling and started making wontons, chatting, "If you set up a stall for your family, your in-laws won't say anything, right?"
"It's not the Lin family's money, it's my own money, it's okay." Ye Wanwan, who had already made up her mind, didn't care. Half of the money for the formula would be fine, and at worst she could just not take it.
"That won't work. How about you just consider this money as a loan from you by your father and I, so as to avoid any unpleasantness." Fang thought of the relationship that the Lin family had finally eased, and could only say this.
Ye Bufan rolled the wonton wrappers with a little more strength, and then sighed, "It's my parents' fault for making you, a married daughter, the head of the family."
"Dad, Mom, don't say such things. Just don't mind me meddling in your affairs. Even if I marry to the ends of the earth, I'm still your daughter."
After saying this, fearing that her parents would say more, Ye Wanwan quickly added, "As for the Lin family, I won't treat them unfairly either."
Fortunately, God blessed them and the weather was sunny for the past two days. Before the smoke from cooking began to rise from each household, Ye Wanwan and Lin Xu'an, a couple, headed towards the Wan family with their prepared bean curd sheets and bean curd tendons.
"Sorry to bother you, Brother Wan." Lin Xu'an shook the basket in his hand and removed the covering cloth, revealing the bean curd sheets and bean curd tendons underneath.
Wan Bin put his daughter down and took the basket in his hands. He looked at it carefully and said in disbelief, "Did you make all this?"
"Yes, it's made with the soy milk that Brother Wan gave me. I wonder if I can use the kitchen for a while?" Ye Wanwan poked her head out and replied.
Wan Bin reluctantly put down the dried bean curd sheets in his hand and pointed to the kitchen. "Of course, your sister-in-law is waiting for you in there."
The sound of chopping vegetables could be heard in the kitchen. Ye Wanwan walked in carrying a basket and greeted everyone in a familiar manner, "Hello, sister-in-law. My name is Ye Wanwan."
"Wanwan, I heard from Anzi that you can cook now. Come here, let me help you." Yang walked to the door with a smile, took the basket from Ye Wanwan's hand, and brought her in.
The basket was taken away again, and Ye Wanwan had no choice but to follow behind. "Lin Xu'an is talking nonsense. I need my sister-in-law to give me some more guidance."
"Okay, okay, what is this?" Yang nodded, as if to say, "I understand everything," and naturally changed the subject.
Ye Wanwan thought that the Wan family lived a good life, but she didn't expect that they lived so well. They had fish and meat, and their meals were all white rice. In this poor village, their wealth was really inhumane.
Under Ye Wanwan's skillful hands, the fresh ingredients rolled rapidly in the pot, emitting a mouth-watering aroma and bright colors, which looked very beautiful.
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