When Yun Mo returned home, the two Ling brothers had already cleaned the yard and the kitchen.

Yun Mo went to the kitchen to find a clean large plate, picked out two pieces of each flavor of snowflake crisps in the house, and brought them to the two brothers for them to taste.

"Hey, sister-in-law, you made snowflake crisps again today? Why are the colors different?"

"Each color is a different flavor, and these are specially for you to taste."

Ling Jiang picked up a piece of pink snowflake crisp and found that it tasted like a strong rose scent. "Rose flowers can be made into food?"

"Rose flowers, like osmanthus flowers, can be made into food. Here, this light yellow one has the flavor of osmanthus."

Ling Chuan reached out and picked up the piece she pointed to, and put it in his mouth to savor it carefully.

“How does it taste?”

Ling Chuan nodded seriously, "It's delicious, especially fragrant."

Ling Jiang reached out and took another piece of osmanthus-flavored snowflake crisp, "I want to try the osmanthus-flavored one, too."

After the two brothers had almost finished eating, Yun Mo began to talk about the purpose of making these snowflake crisps.

"I plan to cooperate with Ronghua. I will provide the method and formula of snowflake crisps, Ronghua will be responsible for production and sales, and I will get paid according to the profit."

Hearing this, the two brothers of the Ling family were both surprised and happy.

"Sister-in-law, you are exaggerating. Ronghua is an old brand, well-known throughout the country. I heard that they also export. In the future, won't your snowflake crisps be famous both at home and abroad?"

Yun Mo responded with a smile that was not at all modest, "Then I will work hard to make it a delicacy that everyone loves."

Although the snowflake crisps are delicious, it is inevitable that you will get sick of them if you eat too much. Ling Jiang got up and went to the kitchen to boil water for tea.

No one knew where Ling Chunhua had gone, and the couple were the only ones left in the yard.

"Wife, you are awesome!"

The man looked at her with eyes full of admiration and a burning warmth, and Yun Mo's cheeks felt slightly hot.

"Ling Chuan, I have something else to discuss with you."

"Wife, you say."

Yun Mo talked about the Huang family's need to set up a factory. "The initial investment will be about 10,000 yuan. I just want to ask you what you think if mom and the others plan to let us invest in this factory."

"Wife, how much money do we have now?"

"I haven't counted it carefully, but I can still come up with 10,000 yuan."

Ling Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. "Wife, I will listen to you. Whether it's lending it to mom or investing it ourselves, you make the decision."

Although she had guessed that Ling Chuan would not have any resistance or opposition to this matter, she felt that such a major matter still needed to be discussed between the two parties.

This was the sentence her grandmother taught her most often in her previous life.

No matter how close the relationship is in the world, it can only go a long way if there is mutual respect between the two parties.

Huang family.

Different from the relaxed and harmonious atmosphere on Yun Mo's side, the atmosphere on Huang's side seemed much more serious and solemn.

Although Huang Kailin is old, he still has the dignity of a father. He didn't say anything, and Huang Zhiqiu and Huang Jianjun couldn't get past him.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Xinghua’s sigh was heard in the room.

"Old man, tell me what you think. Zhiqiu has to go to town tomorrow to call Momo to reply."

Huang Kailin looked up at his eldest son and said, "Jianjun, what do you think?"

Huang Jianjun exchanged glances with his sister Huang Zhiqiu, then lowered his head again, "Dad, I'll listen to you. You make the decision."

Huang Kailin then asked his daughter Huang Zhiqiu, "Zhiqiu, what about you?"

"I'll listen to you, too."

Huang Kailin nodded, "Then I'll be frank. Our Huang family has been engaged in bamboo weaving since our ancestors. In my heart, I also hope that our Huang family can rely on this craft to have a place in this industry and create a family business for the Huang family's descendants.

So, I hope that we can run this factory ourselves. This is my idea. If you have other ideas, you can also bring them out.”

Huang Jianjun was the first to express his opinion, "I agree with Dad's idea."

Liu Zhi hesitated for a moment and also voted in favor.

"What about you, old lady?"

Yang Xinghua frowned, "Why are you asking me? Anyway, you have always been the one making the decisions on important matters in our family. How can I object if you think it's good?"

Huang Kailin nodded, "Okay then, is this settled?"

"good!"

Everyone looked at each other, and their expressions were somewhat excited.

After calming down a little, Huang Zhiqiu started talking about the next thing, "Dad, if we run the factory ourselves, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? Of course we all do it together."

As soon as Huang Jianjun finished speaking, he was gently pulled by Liu Zhi.

Meeting Liu Zhi's disapproving look, Huang Jianjun tactfully shut his mouth.

Huang Kailin looked at his daughter and asked, "Zhiqiu, what do you think should be done with this factory?"

Huang Zhiqiu did not hide it, "Momo means that she is willing to fund me and my elder brother to run a factory together. As for other people, if they want to invest, they have to pay real money."

Although Huang Zhiqiu did not say it explicitly, everyone present could hear who these "others" referred to.

Seeing Huang Kailin frowning and not speaking, Huang Zhiqiu sighed softly, "It's not Momo's fault. When Mom's leg was injured like that, Momo and I came to ask for help. The attitude of my second brother's family and my third brother's family really hurt Momo's heart."

As a person involved in this incident, Yang Xinghua felt particularly deeply about it.

If her granddaughter hadn't gone against everyone's opinion and spent money and effort to send her to the hospital, she might not be alive.

She touched her left leg, which was still stiff but had not been painful for a long time, and looked at her husband and said, "Just listen to Momo. If she is willing to help, it is a favor. If she doesn't help, it is her duty. She doesn't owe us anything."

Liu Zhi couldn't help but agree, "Mom is right, Dad, it's not that I speak in her favor because I received Momo's favor. Momo is not Huang Yao, and she has never received any favor from the Huang family.

To put it bluntly, Momo has helped us enough. If you ask for more, it would be shameless. Anyway, I can't do such a thing. In that case, I would rather Jianjun not run this factory. Even if I have to farm for the rest of my life, I will feel at ease. "

Huang Jianjun nodded and said, "That's right. We should be conscientious."

Huang Kailin glanced at his son and daughter-in-law in annoyance, "I haven't said a word yet, but you guys are talking a lot. So you guys are the good guys and I'm the bad guy?"

"Dad, that's not what we meant..."

Huang Jianjun was anxious to explain, but Huang Kailin was not happy to listen. "Okay, stop talking nonsense to me, Zhiqiu. I'll go to your second and third sons' families tomorrow morning and ask them what they think."

"good."

It was getting late, so after discussing things, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep.

It was late at night, and Huang Kailin got up as usual, and unexpectedly found that the light in his daughter's room was still on.

He hesitated, went upstairs and knocked on the door.

Huang Zhiqiu quickly opened the door and was surprised to see the person standing at the door. "Dad, you haven't slept yet?"

Huang Kailin frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"

Huang Zhiqiu pointed behind him sheepishly, "I couldn't sleep, so I took some bamboo strips to practice."

My daughter had obviously spent quite some time making these, because the rice dumpling boxes on the table were almost finished.

"It's late, go to bed and don't ruin your body."

After giving a few instructions, Huang Kailin went downstairs and returned to his room. Huang Zhiqiu closed the door, picked up the unfinished rice dumpling box on the table, took a look at it, and couldn't help sighing.

She edited for three hours, but still almost finished it.

We still have to find ways to improve production efficiency.

Before going to bed, Huang Zhiqiu thought secretly.

Second update~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)