"Okay... I'll go now..."
Yao Yulin smiled happily, eager to share her joy with her good friend. She quickly grabbed her things and headed out.
Zhiyin helplessly stopped her, "Mother, don't you see how dark it is now? Aunt Xu and the others are probably already asleep."
After all, it's probably already past 9 PM.
Generally speaking, people in the village go to bed early, around 7 or 8 pm.
After all, there were no entertainment activities, and they had to work during the day. Going to bed early would save them from wasting kerosene, and for some poor families, going to bed early could even save them a meal.
"Besides, I still need to make other things... How could I possibly give away this little bit of stuff?"
Zhiyin said with a smile.
"Oh dear, look at me... I'm getting anxious, haha..."
Yao Yulin slapped her forehead and smiled a little embarrassedly.
She really hadn't expected this, but she had never given her best friend anything good before, so she couldn't wait to receive something nice now.
Zhiyin smiled as she watched her, while she began slicing potato chips herself.
"Yinyin, let me help you too..."
Seeing that Zhiyin was cutting the knife alone, Yao Yulin felt a little sorry for her. Remembering that Zhiyin had bought a new kitchen knife that day, she helped her cut the knife.
Zhiyin didn't refuse, but just smiled and said, "Mother, you must slice it very thinly, be careful with your hands."
Don't worry...
Yao Yulin confidently patted her chest and assured Zhiyin with a confident expression.
"Your mother can't possibly cut it as well as you!"
She poked Zhiyin's head in an annoyed tone, feeling that Zhiyin didn't trust her enough.
"Yes, yes, yes...it's my fault...then my dearest mother, let's begin!"
The confidant wasn't angry at all; she just smiled.
At the same time, I was thinking about whether I should design a special set for slicing and shredding potatoes and have it made for the craftsmen. That way, they could free up their hands.
Otherwise, it would be so tiring to cut it by hand every time.
The main reason is that if you're going to fry potato chips to sell, you have to slice them very thinly, which requires excellent knife skills and meticulousness. It's too tiring to do it by hand alone.
Seeing that the two were busy and she couldn't help them much, Zhihua found a brush, ink, paper and inkstone and began to paint their harmonious and warm back view on the table.
Her eyes were full of smiles, and every stroke she made was written with deep affection. The figures on the paper seemed to have a spirit of their own, gradually coming to life from lines through her superb drawing skills.
By the time she finished painting, Zhiyin and Yao Yulin had also finished cutting all the potatoes.
After cutting the potato chips, they cannot be fried directly. Instead, the remaining potato starch on them must be washed off and drained first.
"Mom, go sit down and rest for a while. You'll be waiting to enjoy some delicious food soon."
Zhiyin, worried that Yao Yulin would get splashed with oil, jokingly pushed her next to Zhihua.
One person starts by heating oil in a wok and slowly adds potato slices.
Yao Yulin and the other person stood to the side, teasing the coal ball while leisurely watching Zhiyin's actions.
Actually, Yao Yulin felt a little distressed looking at that huge pot of oil, since oil is not cheap at all these days.
But she only muttered a few complaints to herself and didn't say anything more.
After all, Yinyin must have her reasons for doing this, and she just needs to trust her daughter unconditionally.
Moreover, Yinyin is a capable person, and all the money was earned by her. She is free to do whatever she wants.
As a mother, if she can't help her child, the only thing she can do is to remain silent and not cause trouble.
As the crackling sound of frying filled the air, the thin slices quickly bounced wildly in the hot oil until they turned golden and crispy.
About an hour later, Zhiyin had fried all the potato chips and was now setting them aside to cool.
"Wow...it smells so good..."
Zhihua kept sniffing, inhaling the aroma of potatoes in the air, feeling incredibly hungry.
"Haha, you little glutton, you can't even stand it without the seasoning. If you add the seasoning, won't you cry from the aroma?"
Zhiyin laughed jokingly, finding it amusing to see the two of them looking so eager to eat.
I feel like we've both unlocked our foodie side!
"Hehe, drawing makes me crave things..."
Zhihua sweetly and affectionately took Zhiyin's hand and gently rubbed it against her, her eyes full of affection for her older sister.
"Oh, we're so good at drawing."
Seeing how cute and clingy she was, Zhiyin felt an overwhelming fondness for her.
Girls really are the cutest creatures in the world.
She couldn't resist gently pinching her cheek, teasing with a smile, "Drawing like this really doesn't look like the future top female scholar!"
The thought that she would one day have such a cute face, debating with scholars and dominating the court, gave Zhiyin a sense of endearing contrast.
"Oh dear... sister... no way..."
Hearing her friend's teasing, Zhihua blushed instantly, feeling a little embarrassed.
Wow...you draw so well!
Zhiyin suddenly looked at the paper and pen on Zhihua's table. When she saw the lifelike figures, almost identical to their own backs, her eyes filled with admiration.
"Our female artists are truly talented!"
As she spoke, Zhiyin couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
Scholars in ancient times were truly remarkable, proficient in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
After admiring them for a while, I noticed that the potato slices quickly cooled down due to the cold weather.
Zhiyin immediately poured all the potato slices into a large bowl, then added chili powder and stirred.
Knowing that everyone has different tastes, she packed several small packets separately and made them into sweet, wasabi, and original flavors.
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