Gu'er figured she could use her skills to help out at Aunt Wang's house. Of course, she wouldn't do it for free. If she helped them, they would have to show their gratitude. And how? With payment, naturally.
'Naturally, the pay couldn't be too high, or they wouldn't be able to afford her. But even a small amount is still money. Every little bit adds up.'
'If I do a good job for Aunt Wang and leave her satisfied,' she thought, 'maybe she'll even spread the word for me. Then, if anyone else needs pasta dishes for a wedding—whether it's for a son or a daughter—they might come looking for me. It's a potential stream of income. After all, I can't afford to open a shop, and doing business in these times is difficult.'
"Aunt Wang, why don't you find someone who knows how to make noodles and steam jujube cakes?"
Having thought all this through, Gu'er answered Aunt Wang with a gentle smile.
Hearing Gu'er's words, Aunt Wang was taken aback, and the other women were also a little stunned.
