Du Lingyun held her face: "Not at all, not at all. Ever since I had a kid, I havenât had time to fuss over my face, it feels so rough."
Shen Guqing chimed in at this time: "The skincare cream made by our junior sister is much better than the ones sold in department stores. I used the cream I got from her before, and all my colleagues said it was great.
But, I didnât dare tell them I got the cream from my junior sister, really afraid theyâd ask me to bring some for them."
Xinyan, hearing what her senior sister said, started planning in her mind: "Senior sister, what do you think if I made some skincare products to sell?"
Shen Guqing and Du Lingyun exchanged a glance: "But where will you find the time?"
Xinyan thought about it too; indeed, she currently had no extra time, not only needing to study at school but also coming to the masterâs place; now with the clothing store opening soon, it really is a big issue.
Xinyan nodded to them, lightly saying âHmmâ: "I really should think more about it."
The senior sister wasnât wrong either; if she were to make everything by hand, she definitely wouldnât have the time.
Making some for friends is doable, but producing them in large quantities is really unrealistic.
At this time, the dining area was ready, and Mrs. Du came over with a smile: "The food is already on the table, letâs eat first."
Xinyan saw the senior sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law coming over and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, sisters-in-law."
Wang Rong really liked Xinyan: "Iâm just helping the masterâs wife, how hard can it be? But today she made her specialty dish, so you better be quick later."
Mr. Du heard this and chimed in: "Your masterâs wife hasnât made it for a long time; today, youâre really fortunate."
Everyone joked as they moved to the dining table, Shen Guqing jested: "Well, everyone will have to rely on their skills later."
Originally thought it was a joke from senior sister, but unexpectedly, once the master finished speaking and everyone started eating, the dish of crispy meat made by the masterâs wife disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She had just tasted the flavor, and it was gone.
Everyone saw her expression and burst out laughing; Shen Guqing looked at her: "I warned you, but you thought it was a joke."
At this time, the masterâs wife stood up and brought out a small bowl from the kitchen: "I knew youâd be like this."
She put the small bowl directly in front of Xinyan: "The masterâs wife specially saved it for you."
Shen Guqing whined: "Masterâs wife, youâre being biased."
Cheng Liying sat down: "Arenât you afraid of being laughed at by the younger ones? Youâre all grown adults and still behaving like kids."
With these words, all of the brothers and sisters sighed; Ma Chengxi was the first to speak: "Masterâs wife, your crispy meat must be fought over to have that atmosphere."
Shen Guqing looked at the masterâs wife: "No matter who makes crispy meat, itâs never as good as yours."
Cheng Liying looked at them, her eyes a bit moist: "As long as you like eating it, Iâll make it for you."
Xinyan immediately understood that this crispy meat must have a story; the senior brothers and sistersâ eyes were full of nostalgia.
Du Lingyun smiled and said to Xinyan: "Hurry up and eat, when we were kids, this is how we fought over a plate of crispy meat. No matter where we go, no matter who makes crispy meat, none is as delicious as my momâs in our hearts, because at that time, being able to eat crispy meat was truly a luxury."
After speaking, she called everyone: "Come, come, come, stop reminiscing; the taste of momâs crispy meat will always be in our hearts, life is visibly getting better, and thereâs no need to crave meat like when we were kids."