Jianjun thought about it too; if there was a disturbance, it would affect the reputation of the brick kiln.
"I understand what you mean, sister. We'll calculate it properly when we get back, and discuss it further. If the queue is too long, we will reject any new orders."
"Sister, can we eat now?" Xiao Ran asked, rubbing his small stomach, clearly hungry.
"Yes, you can."
"Then I'll help sister with the bowls and chopsticks."
"Xiao Ran, third sister is taking the bowls, you take the chopsticks."
The little guy was displeased: "Third sister, that's mine."
Zhenmei pouted, "Yes, yes, it's yours. Go ahead and take it, okay? I'm just waiting to eat, how nice!"
Mrs. Jiang heard this and admonished, "You, an adult, should be ashamed to argue with Xiao Ran. Really!"
Zhenmei: "..."
"Oh, braised pork, candied sweet potatoes, cold fern salad, matsutake chicken stew. Yueyue's cooking smells so good!"
