Perhaps it was the motivation from the money box that gave Lin Cuihua a seemingly endless supply of energy.
Quick and nimble, she stir-fried two more dishes: one of shredded potatoes, and another of bean sprouts and chives.
They had bought the bean sprouts earlier today while selling couplets, as the stall next to theirs was selling them.
"Lao San, go next door and invite them over. I'm almost done here."
Lin Cuihua kept her head down, and with a flip of her spatula, a thin pancake came right out of the pan.
Fearing there wouldn't be enough food, she made quite a few more pancakes.
Whether the food was good or bad wasn't the point; at the very least, everyone had to eat their fill. That was the most basic requirement.
An Guoping cheerfully ran out. He went to Jiang Xia's house and returned with an old man and a young man in tow—three people in total.
An Sancheng went out to greet them, and the group entered the house, chatting and laughing.
