Yang Cui was in trouble, and Mrs. Jiang could no longer stay.
She was worried about gossip. It was fine if it didn't concern her, but if it involved Ming Yue, she could fight back, yet she wouldn't allow anyone to take this opportunity to slander them.
Mrs. Jiang insisted on going back, and Jiang Mingyue went to bed early the night before, getting up to work before dawn the next day.
The dough she had kneaded the night before was now just right.
She sliced some meat and chopped some minced meat.
By the time Shen Fanghua got up, her daughter had already fried a basin of crispy pork and spring rolls, which were just cooling down.
Jiang Mingyue wrapped them in oil paper and placed a bag of rice at the bottom of the carrying basket. In these times, nothing was more precious than food.
