Tan Tao slurped his soup. "Maybe next time. My cousin has to help her mom pack."
"Youyou, are we making boneless chicken feet this afternoon?"
"Not just boneless chicken feet. There are a few snacks that would go well with the ice jelly. See which ones you like. We'll make them this afternoon. Just selling ice jelly by itself is a bit plain."
Tan Deming chuckled. "I had to buy several whole chickens just to get these few feet."
Tan Tao felt bad. "Should I buy the chickens from you, then?"
"No need. I have other uses for the chicken meat," Tan You refused flatly. She did, in fact, have other uses for the chicken. She'd already figured it out. 'A fried chicken cutlet business has a lot of potential.'
Tan Lin's eyesight was poor, so supporting the family would ultimately fall on Cheng Wenhui. Therefore, Tan You couldn't choose a business that was too complicated, or Cheng Wenhui wouldn't be able to manage.
