Everyone was busy with their own tasks, and no one was slacking off. Even though heavy snow was falling from the sky, it didn't freeze their desire for life.
"Grandma, is the tofu selling well?"
Ye Huan washed her hands and began kneading the dough. Grandma asked Ye Yu to step back, taking a few kids inside to play while she tended to the stove.
"Good, very good indeed. Especially these days, it's been great. Everyone in our village is ordering two or three jin per family. As New Year approaches, everyone wants to indulge at least once. These buns with tofu are delicious, you know. Your dad and the others have been working tirelessly early in the morning these days, I feel sorry just watching them!"
"Grandma, it's precisely because of this that there's more motivation to work. Even though they're tired, they're happy inside. Look, hasn't our tofu earned a good reputation?"
