After confirming with Lin Laosan that things could be made tomorrow, Ding Xiang and Sangua left the Lin family's old house and walked towards their thatched house.

After Ding Xiang left, Mrs. Lin focused on her two daughters-in-law.

After taking one look at them, he asked: "Which of you two has time?"

Lan quickly answered: "Mom, I've been very busy recently and don't have time." Anyway, she would never do anything that is not beneficial.

Mrs. Lin glanced at Hou Jing's third daughter-in-law, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and then heard the eldest daughter-in-law speak, expressing her willingness to take the job.

Of these two daughters-in-law, the eldest daughter-in-law is too weak-tempered, while the third daughter-in-law is very carefree and calculating, which is very annoying.

"Then let's do this for now." After Mrs. Lin handed the things to the eldest daughter-in-law, Mrs. Wang, she invited the whole family into the house for dinner.

On the way back, Sangua endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it any more.

"Mom, do we really want to do business?"

At a young age, he didn't really understand the concept of doing business.

However, when he was a child, he also saw many uncles and uncles taking things from the family fields to the town to pay back the money.

And the business in his little mind was limited to this.

So, when Ding Xiang nodded, his little face wrinkled.

"But, we don't have any extra food at home, and we can't even eat enough. What can we use in exchange?"

Seeing her youngest son's sad and troubled expression, Ding Xiang couldn't help but smile.

He said: "Little fool, didn't my mother just say that I would make cakes and sell them in the town?"

"Pastry?" Sangua looked up at Ding Xiang with bright eyes, "Mom, can you make pastry?"

Delicious, fragrant pastries.

Their family is so poor that they can't afford good food even during the New Year and holidays, not to mention everyday life.

The only time in his life, he remembered that his neighbor's little sister was eating. She stared at him for a long time, drooling all over the floor, and then she broke off a piece as small as a fingernail and gave it to him.

As soon as the thing called pastry entered his mouth, he was conquered by the delicious taste.

"Of course, your mother and I can not only make pastries, but also many different delicacies." Ding Xiang was full of confidence in the future, looking at San Gua with motherly love in her eyes, "Little guy, when our family gets rich,

, Mommy will cook delicious food for you in different ways every day, okay?"

"Mom, is this all true?" Sangua was stunned, looking at Ding Xiang's eyes, the pupils gradually became larger, and the corners of her mouth almost reached behind her ears.

This child is so easily satisfied!

Ding Xiang nodded gently, then reached out and touched Sangua's little head.

It feels so good to have a child.

Suddenly I thought of a sentence, that is, now that we have children and grandchildren around our knees, we have unknowingly been living a life of entertaining them.

Uh-huh, this description is not very appropriate. It makes her look the same as her age.

When mother and son returned home, the boss had already prepared dinner and was waiting for them to come back and have dinner together.

When the family was sitting together to eat, the eldest son and the second son were still a little awkward. Pearl, the girl, only had food in her eyes and didn't feel any embarrassment at all.

After Ding Xiang ordered it to be eaten, Pearl immediately picked up a piece of meat and quickly stuffed it into her mouth.

After that, it’s the second and third pieces, which are so fast that you can participate in the Big Eater Competition.

Ding Xiang looked at Pearl with a headache and looked completely helpless. She looked like the reincarnation of a starving ghost. She really didn't know who she looked like.

When she thought of this, her eyes fell on Ergua again, and she saw a similar scene.

"..." Well, they are indeed brothers and sisters.

After looking down at the food in her bowl, Ding Xiang saw her own shadow in the bowl.

"..." This is a bowl of extremely thin millet porridge.

"I said boss, how can this kind of gruel fill your stomach?"

"You should know what our family is like now. It would be nice to have gruel." Lin Dagua put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at Ding Xiang seriously, and began to accuse her of her lavishness yesterday and this morning, "Also, you cook

You put in too much. Although you are very full, you still have to plan for the future. You are a mother, so you shouldn’t know this, right?"

Good guy, he actually taught her a lesson.

But thinking about how difficult their lives had been because the original owner didn't care about them, it's no wonder he was so frugal.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiang showed a trace of guilt on her face and admitted her mistake on behalf of the original owner: "Da Gua, it was all my mother's fault in the past. My mother only cared about eating enough for herself and didn't care about you."

"From now on, we can no longer have this kind of porridge that can reflect people's figures in our house." Ding Xiang, she felt a little sour in her heart, "Maybe you can't eat dry ones now, but if you have thick ones, Mom will definitely satisfy you."
Chapter completed!