The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 733 Shameless to Death (6)_1

Chapter 733: Chapter 733 Shameless to Death (6)_1

Fang Hui was unwilling to accept it, despite the fact that kimchi made more money, they simply wouldn’t let go! And about that matter just mentioned, the Sweet Potato Flour Workshop, how is it? When she was about to ask again, "Qinqin! What were you saying about the Sweet Potato Workshop just now?"

"What? The Sweet Potato Workshop? There’s nothing wrong with it!" Pei Qin looked at her.

"You just said..." Fang Hui thought it over and decided to drop it, sweet potatoes were becoming more and more common, and cheaper too, even if they were made into flour, it wouldn’t be expensive. So she continued to plead, "The Sweet Potato Flour Workshop was given to your eldest uncle’s family, now we only do kimchi, and there are only cabbages in winter, we can only make...."

"You can only make sweet potato flour in winter too!" Pei Qin said. To make sweet potato flour, it was necessary for the temperature to drop below freezing, only then would the hung flour freeze and the dried flour become translucent.

"We also harvest sweet potatoes in spring, and there’s summer sweet potatoes, it’s possible to make them all year round!" Fang Hui countered.

"Without the freeze, you can’t make sweet potato flour!" Pei Qin chuckled.

She had taught the Fang family how to make sweet potato flour, she obviously had experience with it. Fang Hui hadn’t thought they’d have to wait for the freeze to make sweet potato flour, "The workshop is large, with people from three villages working together, we could work from this October to next February, and make a large profit!"

Pei Qin just smiled and said nothing.

"Kimchi is also only after the winter cabbage harvest, every year we can’t sell much, we hardly make any money at all." Fang Hui still wanted the kimchi.

Pei Qin sighed, "If you want the kimchi, do you still need to borrow money?"

Fang Hui looked into her profound eyes, feeling inexplicably a chill in her heart.

"I gave you the kimchi business once, I won’t interfere again. Now Pei Qian is in charge, why don’t you talk to her?" Pei Qin was confined at home, without experiments to do or entertainment, she was bored to death, watching her ramble was a distraction. If it were Pei Qian, huh!

Asking her to speak with Pei Qian, that sharp-tongued person, was asking for trouble. Not to mention asking for kimchi, just opening her mouth could lead to being scolded mercilessly.

Seeing her expression change, Pei Qin chuckled, "I’m relatively easy to talk to, that’s why I let you learn to make sesame sauce pancakes and hulatang noodles."

Fang Hui’s mouth twitched slightly.

Li Hualing bit her lip and intervened, smiling as she spoke to Pei Qin, "Cousin! My cooking is passable, do you think opening a noodle shop and selling sesame sauce pancakes on the side would attract customers? If I could learn, I’ll bring the dough tomorrow to start learning."

"If you want to learn, talk to those who make hulatang noodles and bake pancakes, it should be possible. But to open a noodle shop right away, don’t you lack startup funds?" Pei Qin spoke, then questioned.

Seeing her smile, her face flushing with embarrassment, Li Hualing quickly changed her tune, "I... I could start with a street stall, and after earning some money, then consider opening a shop."

Pei Qin nodded.

Fang Hui’s face turned green with envy, her eyes shooting daggers at Li Hualing, her heart filled with resentful anger.

Li Hualing ignored her, instead smiling and consulting with Pei Qin on the techniques for making hulatang noodles and sesame sauce pancakes, "...Thank you cousin! I’ll bring the dough tomorrow, and I’ll bother you to talk to them then."

"Sure!" Pei Qin responded.

"It’s getting late, mother, we should head back!" Li Hualing turned and suggested.

Fang Hui still wanted to speak with Pei Qin.

Pei Qin looked at her with raised eyebrows, waiting for her to speak.

Seeing her smiling face, Fang Hui’s heart burned with frustration.

Li Hualing, fearing that a commotion would erupt here too, despite limited interactions, she knew well enough that Pei Qian wasn’t one to take things lightly—her words were venomous. If things escalated, it wouldn’t just be embarrassing, but a loss they couldn’t afford. She hugged her son Feng Xiaolang and quickly said they should leave.