Cooking for such a large family every day was quite the chore, but Su Yun didn't see it that way. As far as she was concerned, taking care of her family wasn't a chore at all.
When she saw her daughter approach holding a bowl, she asked, "Did you get hungry last night and cook something for yourself?"
"It was for Shen Yi. He got back in the middle of the night. His business dealings should be mostly settled. We're going to school to register today, and once we're done there, we'll go check on the factory. Mom, we've picked a name for the clothing factory—what do you think of Jiu Yi?"
"Whatever name you two decide on is fine. I don't know anything about this stuff. Come on, I'll get you some tofu pudding, and then I'll make some youtiao and chive pockets, and cook some congee. Oh, and I've already prepared the pickled vegetables. You can put them on a plate for me."
"Okay."
