Er Zhuzi wiped the corners of his eyes and turned back to drive the ox cart into the village.
The tasks of making meatballs and smoked sausages were all handed over to the first and second houses, leaving the old house empty, just right for storing the oil they had traded for.
Lin Sanshui went to the restaurant today, and Mrs. Jiang couldn't help praising Er Zhuzi when she saw how well he handled things, "No wonder Niannian said she wanted to eat meat today. Er Zhuzi, you did a great job; we really don't eat much of this vegetable oil, but it's considered cheap at this price."
Er Zhuzi scratched his head with a silly smile, "It's all thanks to my dad. If he hadn't gone with me to bargain, I definitely couldn't have gotten such a low price. Besides, on the way back, he was worried I might run into trouble, so he accompanied me all the way back."
Talking about this, Er Zhuzi's eyes reddened.
It was such a long journey; by the time they got home, it might be deep into the night.
