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"What is this?"

"This item is called dumplings, three taels of silver."

Under the Pagoda tree, on the flagstones, were two baskets. Inside the baskets were a pile of fat and white dumplings, half covered with a white cloth. Two cute kids were sitting in front of the basket, one of them holding a dumpling. As soon as they bit into it, a fresh taste would float out, causing people to swallow their saliva.

The little bookkeeper swallowed his saliva and took out three pieces of money from his bosom and placed it on the stone floor. The little boy took the money back and swiftly put it into the wooden box by his feet. The little girl beside him was responsible for placing the dumplings onto the clean leaves with her chopsticks.

The leaves weren't big, so the three coins and nine dumplings contained two leaves. The errand boy took one and stuffed it into his mouth. He ran to the carriage and shouted, "Wah! Wah! Young master, quickly come and try this!"

Iron Egg took a bite of the dumpling in his hand and looked over his shoulder. The blue curtain of the carriage was opened and a pair of plain and white hands reached out and took the dumpling from the little errand boy.

The children who sold the dumplings were Iron Egg and Orchid. They knew the numbers, ran around the house all day, and even increased the number of the adults. The little girl considered for a moment and then arranged for the two of them to sit under the locust tree at the village entrance to sell dumplings.

There were a lot of adults gathered at the entrance of the village, so why would they let them suffer a loss? Furthermore, Iron Egg and Orchid were very fond of this kind of work, and when calculating how much the dumplings were sold for every day, Jiao Niang would give them one copper coin each, treating it as pocket money.

For the past few days, the two of them had five cents each. If they saved up again, they would be able to buy a lot of good things.

For the past few days, the little girl bought the cow, and every day she squeezed the milk into a bowl. In the morning, the three little kids cooked a bowl for each of them, and the pure water and milk had high nutritional value. It was just that there was a fishy smell to it, which Iron Egg wasn't used to.

The little girl planned to send Iron Egg to school in the autumn. In the past few months, Iron Egg had eaten and drank well, and he had grown a lot longer than before. His fair and clean little face looked especially cute, but it was just too lively.

This was the nature of a child. The little girl didn't scold him and only taught him how to ride a horse every morning before arranging for him to sell dumplings.

The orchid was like a small shadow, she would do whatever the iron egg did all day long, and the chrysanthemums would also be a lot better off.

Besides, the errand boy's name was Floating Stone. It was the little errand boy that day at the Qiao family restaurant.

He took one of the dumplings and put it in his mouth to taste it. He was a little surprised that there was such a delicacy in the wild. He was usually in the capital, and the food that his family's cook did everything she could to make was flashy and unrealistic. If he ate too much, he would get tired of it.

As for the dumplings, their taste was somewhat rough at first. However, it had a completely different taste when eaten. It was unknown how they were cooked.

Floating Stone could only watch his young master take each bite. He shook his head and frowned while occasionally closing his eyes as if he was savoring the aftertaste. He felt that it was a pity that he had only tasted one just now.

Not long after, the nine dumplings were eaten. When he opened his eyes and saw his errand boy looking a little disappointed, he coughed dryly and passed the leaf in his hand to him. Then he took out his handkerchief and slowly wiped the oil off his finger.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had served the young master for so many years, he would have truly thought that the young master was feeling sorry for him! Humph! Wasn't it just that he wanted to eat it? Why did you have to blame it on him!

The little errand boy grumbled in his heart. Smiling, he jogged back to buy the five cents dumplings. When the two children counted the dumplings for him, he saw that there weren't many dumplings left in the basket.

After the errand boy left, Iron Egg took off the white cloth and saw that there were only three or four dumplings left in the basket. He remembered his sister's orders: if there were not many dumplings left, he would not have to wait there.

Iron Egg looked at the old people under the tree who were enjoying the cool air. He took the orchids and distributed the dumplings to the oldest ones. Seeing that they were all smiling so much that their teeth were gone, he happily took the orchids home.

If it was delicious, the rich would take out a few tens of coins to buy it and use it as a meal. If there was no money, then they would be willing to buy three to five pieces of money to coax their children's parents.

Thus, every morning, less than four hours, six hundred dumplings would be sold out.

Out of the two hundred money he earned, the lady gave Ye Xuan fifty coins. The Cheng couple had fifty coins, and they occasionally gave the children a few coins.

How could he ask for money by helping his daughter? However, his sister told him that he was the one who called for the dumplings' pork, and if he didn't want the money, how could Qiuju and the others accept it?

Ye Xuan pondered for a moment, then accepted the money. In any case, he and his little sister would be married in the future, so the money could still be given to her.

The tofu makers all went back to their own homes to think about how to make tofu. Unable to find anyone to make tofu, the cute girl passed on the business of Qiao family's restaurant's daily tofu purchases to Aunt Lin. The others who came to buy tofu could only go to other places in the village to buy tofu.

However, there was only one common mill in the village. Even if the villagers squeezed in all day, they would not be able to grind it. Although they had earned some money, they would not be able to put a new millstone into their pockets.

After using the mill, she could leave some tofu behind. If she didn't have a family, she could borrow some to improve her relationship and even exchange the tofu for dregs. Why not?

The little pigs at home had been bought over a month ago, and they were so popular that even from a distance, one could hear them crying out for food. They cooked the pig food four times a day during the meal, and only this piglet could still make a fuss about food.

Auntie Lin came to see him once and was extremely happy. She said that even though she was so old, she had never seen anyone grow up to be a piglet in one or two months. It seemed that the castration method from back then was indeed useful.

Since she didn't need to calculate the amount of food needed to change to tofu, the little girl was much more relaxed than before. In the morning, she would cook the dumplings to milk the milk, and Iron Egg would go next door to Ye Xuan's house to exercise. After exercising, he would take the food to eat with Ye Xuan.

Actually, in this era, people could only eat two meals a day, but the lady could not get used to it no matter how much she ate. It was just three meals a day, and over time, everyone had gotten used to eating three meals a day.

The lady was in the middle of making clothes in Wang Plum Blossom House. Through the window, she could see Iron Egg bringing orchids and a basket half the height of a man. Behind him were two adults.

For some reason, the cute girl put down the needle and thread in her hands and stood in the yard as she called out, "Brother Ye, come over here!"

There were only the elderly, women, and children in the house. It wasn't clear who would come, but it was still better to call Ye Xuan over first.

Ye Xuan was currently knitting thin strips of bamboo. When he heard the servant call him, he immediately rushed over and saw a white-clothed man gently knocking on the door. The man was as gentle as jade.

The moment the little girl saw him, she thought of a line from the Book of Songs.

There are bandits and noblemen, as if they were made and cut, as if they were caught and sharpened.

What an impressive young master!

"May I ask if you are Miss Chen?"

The moment the noble young master opened his mouth, the lady almost vomited food.

When did she become a tofu chef? Who gave her this dog shit nickname?

He looked at the petite girl in front of him. Even though he had seen countless beautiful women, he had no choice but to admit that the pretty girl was considered to be rather pretty in his eyes. Not to mention that the girls' spiritual energy could not be compared with the girls who had lived in the pavilion for a long time.

He blushed and averted his gaze, afraid to look at her again.

The little girl blessed him with a smile, "I don't dare to use tofu in the west. I'm just a woman from a village in the mountains, how could I get such praise from you, Young Master?"

The two of them were both men and women, so they didn't dare to speak much. Although the handsome man and woman looked extremely pleasing to the eyes, Ye Xuan wished he could coax this pretty boy out of the village.

He strode forward with large strides and laughed heartily. His large, fan-like palm landed on the emaciated shoulders of the man. "Isn't this the young master of the Qiao family restaurant from that day?"

He frowned, but couldn't act out due to politeness. Looking at Ye Xuan, he recalled the rude way Ye Xuan carried half a piece of meat downstairs and couldn't help looking at his daughter. "May I ask who this brother is?"