The Mo family was overjoyed. This stuff was so delicious, and they could even sell it—it couldn't be better!
Mo Qinghe also thought it was delicious. Su Nanxi had specially added extra ingredients to his bowl of noodles, making it taste even better.
"This is called rice flour. We can sell it together with steamed buns. It's not difficult to make, but it's labor-intensive. Do you want to make some?"
Zhao waved her hand, "We Mo family have plenty of manpower, it's no problem!"
Qin agreed, "Yes, I watched the mute mother do it, and the children can help with those chores too! It's not much trouble!"
The Mo couple's eyes lit up. Another source of income would mean more money, which was great news! They had a family of over ten people to feed and care for, and they needed a lot of money!
Mo Qinghe looked at his palm, where Su Nanxi's boneless little hand traced patterns on it. After she finished, she looked up at him, and he snapped out of his daze, coughing lightly twice.
"You can add mung beans or peas to the noodles."
Grandma Mo nodded, "These are fine. We dried them before, and there are still quite a few left."
Mo Qinghe looked at his palm again and said, "The quality of the broth is also crucial. It would be best if someone could master the preparation method to prevent leaks and usurp the market."
They don't understand the market, but they roughly understand the meaning. They remember when the recipe for stir-fried snails was leaked, and everyone knew what was going on and agreed to do it.
The final decision was made to have the Zhao and Qin families in charge.
Mo Yunmei thought that Boss Mo was just saying it and wouldn't refuse to feed her, but it turned out that he really didn't leave her any food before she finished her work. She cried and made a fuss, but no one listened or paid any attention to her.
After being hungry for two days, Mo Yunmei became a little more obedient. In order to get food, she worked hard and hoped to catch the mealtime.
She ran into the kitchen and found the pot empty; there was no food for her!
She rushed into the main room and found everyone eating things she had never eaten before. The aroma wafted over, and her stomach rumbled heavily as if sensing it.
"Finished the work?" Boss Mo asked.
Mo Yunmei snapped out of her daze and nodded, "Mm!"
Boss Mo pointed to a bowl next to him, "This is yours."
Mo Yunmei rushed over immediately, picked up the food and started eating. As she ate, tears welled up in her eyes. It was so delicious! She almost didn't get any more food!
Su Nanxi ignored her. She didn't take much food and finished quickly. The others were still eating, and she couldn't leave her seat. Feeling a little bored, she simply picked up Mo Qinghe's hand and started playing with it.
Mo Qinghe was alarmed. This person wasn't writing; he was playing with his hand!
He pinched and pulled, turned it over and over, as if trying to figure out the exact location of the earthly branches.
Are you trying to stop him from eating in peace?
He felt a tingling sensation in his hands, which surged to his head and rushed to his heart, making him uneasy. But he had to endure it and pretend to be nonchalant.
One endured hardship, while the other had fun.
Everyone else was eating their noodles and no one paid attention to the two of them. Even if they did see them, they would assume they were just chatting, since that's how it usually is!
"Mom! I want more!" Mo Yunmei finished a bowl of noodles in no time, pushed the bowl away, and shouted.
Grandma Mo didn't even look up. "That's all. One bowl for each person."
That's all? She's still hungry!
Mo Yunmei watched the others eat slowly, and she wanted to snatch some too! After looking around, she saw that Su Nanxi had finished eating, and couldn't help but shout again.
"Why don't you do more? I'm not even getting enough to eat. How can you do your job? You've come to the Mo family, so you have to serve everyone well. That's a daughter-in-law's basic duty! If you don't even feed everyone, you'll be the last one to eat next time!"
Su Nanxi was having so much fun, she had never touched such a handsome boy's hand before, and it felt really nice, so she didn't hear what Mo Yunmei was saying at all.
Mo Qinghe got angry, slammed his chopsticks on the table, and said coldly, "Eat it or not, it's none of your business if you don't want to eat it! If you're so capable, cook for yourself. Nobody cares how much you want to eat! Are you handless or footless, needing someone to serve you?"
Everyone was startled, but then continued eating as if nothing had happened.
Mo Yunmei wanted to say something more, but seeing the cold glint in Mo Qinghe's eyes, she dared not utter a sound.
Su Nanxi was shocked by Mo Qinghe's words "my wife." Did he acknowledge her? Did he not mind that she was ugly and mute?
Do men also have the idea of "marrying a chicken and following the chicken, marrying a dog and following the dog"?
Have you resigned yourself to your fate?
Noticing Su Nanxi's probing gaze, Mo Qinghe turned to look at her, her eyes filled with tenderness.
Su Nanxi probably didn't realize that even with her unflattering makeup, she couldn't hide her bright, expressive eyes. Mo Qinghe loved her eyes; it was as if all the colors of the world were reflected in them.
However, Su Nanxi couldn't understand Mo Qinghe's eyes. She felt that he had always been aloof, with no expression on his face and not saying much. She couldn't tell whether he liked or disliked her.
Perhaps forced by reality, he had no choice but to accept her; it must have been a helpless situation.
If things get better in the future, with his talent and good looks, he probably won't be able to accept her as an ugly wife anymore.
Men, when they have money, their minds change, their hearts become more open, and they can accommodate many more people.
Especially in ancient times, having multiple wives and concubines was common. Anyone with a little money wanted to take concubines to have more children, which was also a matter of face and honor! Poor people couldn't afford to take concubines.
Therefore, Su Nanxi does not trust men and is unwilling to easily give her heart away, even though she already has a husband.
Preparing food for the Mo family in the morning is indeed quite tiring. They get up early to work, but fortunately, there are many people, and they are all diligent, so they cooperate very well.
Once the rice noodles are made, add the broth when the customer orders, so they don't become mushy or sticky. Stir well and they'll be very fragrant.
The three Mo brothers made more than a dozen sets of bowls and chopsticks out of bamboo. They dried the bamboo, so they weren't heavy. They also made small holes in the top of the bowls and chopsticks so they could be strung together, making them easy to carry.
Unsurprisingly, the noodles sold very well. A bowl of them, with the broth, left me feeling quite full.
The people at the docks all do heavy physical labor, so they need to eat well to have the energy. They prefer to eat noodles. However, there are limited bowls and chopsticks, so they have to queue and wait for others to finish eating before they can eat. Some people can't wait and choose to buy steamed buns, eating them while walking.
After selling noodles for a few days, many people know that they can just bring their own bowl and chopsticks, get the noodles, and eat without waiting.
The four of them were so happy to be so popular that their mouths stretched from ear to ear. Luckily, they were wearing masks so no one could see them. It was the mute woman who had made them for them, saying they were hygienic and good-looking.
The Mo family then took over cooking lunch from the elderly couple. The children went to the mountains in the morning and came back for lunch and a rest afterward. Everyone was very tired because they had gotten up too early.
Su Nanxi always brought back a lot of things for Mo Qinghe, almost all of them food, mostly fruit, so they could eat them in rotation.
Mo Qinghe would always accept the food without asking any questions; he would just eat whatever was offered to him.
"Brothers, when you're doing business at the docks, remember to send a breakfast to the manager there from time to time. If you take a bribe, he'll be more likely to help you out in the future."
Mo Qinghe looked at his palm again, and really wanted to play with that little hand too.
Old Mo agreed, "That makes sense."
Mo Lao Er keenly caught the key phrase, "Has something happened?"
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