Mu Shuangshuang pushed the stone mill at a leisurely pace, not feeling too tired. Compared to before, doing chores now was relatively easy.
Perhaps it was because she had been well-fed and cared for over this long period, her strength had increased significantly.
Just as she was thinking about it, Yu Si Niang walked in from outside, holding two square iron boxes in her hands.
"Shuangshuang, these are borrowed from the Fu Family by your mother. They said they didn't have round iron boxes, these were originally meant for making pancakes."
Making rice noodles requires round iron boxes, the center of the box should be flat and even, with no bumps.
Mu Shuangshuang searched around her own home and found nothing that could substitute, so she asked Yu Si Niang to look at the neighbors'.
Yu Si Niang asked several familiar households and finally borrowed from the Fu Family.
"Alright, Mother, when Fengzi cuts the bamboo from the mountain, we can start preparing!"
