At noon, Gu'er made two large pots of noodles. With so many people, she had no choice—one pot wouldn't have been nearly enough. Even so, both pots were devoured, with not a drop left.
When Aunt Wang came over to tell Gu'er that everyone had eaten their fill and was very satisfied, Gu'er was rubbing her arms.
Rolling out noodles was no easy job. Her wrists were a little sore, and her arms ached.
"Oh, Gu'er, you must be exhausted. I had no idea rolling out dough was so tiring."
Aunt Wang felt rather bad about it.
"It's alright, Aunt. It's only natural for young people to get a little tired from work."
Gu'er smiled, showing she didn't mind. 'If you take someone's money, you do the work.'
"You're a hard worker, Gu'er. This afternoon, we still have the jujube cakes to steam. What do you think, should we do the large one first, or the small ones?"
