It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law heard this, their faces lit up with joy.

Mrs. Wu slapped her thigh happily, "This is great!"

Ever since her granddaughter said she wanted to pass on the jelly business to the villagers, it was impossible for Mrs. Wu to say that she was not worried.

Now that her granddaughter brought back this news, she felt relieved.

From now on, I can rely on selling these cakes and my family won’t have to worry about making a living.

She handed the clay pot to her granddaughter and said, "You go ahead and do your work. I'll go check on the big bone soup and see if it's ready. When everyone leaves, I'll have them each scoop a bowlful and take it home."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Yang had seen the malt sugar with her own eyes, and when she saw her mother-in-law going out to get busy, she hurriedly followed her out.

In an instant, only Song Zhi and a few children were left in the woodshed.

Song Zhi put most of the malt sugar into the ceramic pot. As for the remaining malt sugar in the pot, she thought for a moment and said to the children, "Sister, can I give you some malt sugar as snacks?"

After hearing this, the three of them felt that the malt candy in their hands no longer tasted good.

Song Huan asked happily, "Sister, what snacks are you going to make for us?"

The three people, six pairs of eyes, all stared at Song Zhi. The joyful look in their black eyes made Song Zhi happy as well.

Song Zhi didn't keep her younger siblings in suspense. "It's a snack made with corn. Wait, I'll make it for you."

Song Zhi got up and went into the house to get some corn, then went to the kitchen to get some sesame oil.

She poured corn and sesame oil into the pot containing malt sugar, and kept stirring the ingredients in the pot to make them fully blend together.

The golden corn and malt sugar blend together, and as the temperature rises, they emit a sweet aroma.

After it comes out of the pot, she puts it on a pastry board and presses it down with a spoon until it is firm.

The three little tails watched their sister busying herself without blinking, and they gathered around excitedly, surrounding Song Zhi.

"Sister, what is this food?"

"Sister, I smell so good!"

"Sister, I want to eat."

"..."

The three of them were talking one after another, and Song Zhi had no chance to interrupt.

Just at this moment, Song An also rushed in from outside, "Sister, are we back?"

Song Zhi turned her head and saw Song An breathing heavily.

She waved at him and asked, "How's it going? Are you and your brother selling jelly in the east of the city going well?"

Song An nodded repeatedly, "It went smoothly, it went smoothly. I learned to shout like my sister used to, and within an hour, all the jelly I brought out was sold out."

"Someone has already made a reservation with us for forty dollars tomorrow!"

Song Zhi nodded, "I hope everything goes well. Come, I made some snacks for you. It's a good time to try them and see how they taste."

After that, she went to the kitchen to get a knife, cut four small portions and let the four of them taste it.

Millet crisps are sweet and crunchy

The three of them had never eaten such snacks before, and they were so delicious that they kept shouting.

Song An was older and more composed after all. He glared at his younger brother, who was beaming with joy. "Keep your voice down! Even delicious food can't stop you from talking!"

Song Cheng winked at his second brother a few times, like a little hamster, with his mouth full.

Song Kang also wrapped a piece of millet cake with his little hands and ate it with his mouth watering.

He saw his sister watching him eat, and the little guy generously handed the saliva-filled cake to Song Zhi, "Sister, eat too."

Song Zhi was touched by the well-behaved little brother and rubbed his dry and yellow hair. "Xiaokang, eat it. Sister has plenty here."

The little guy then contentedly held the pastry and continued to chew it.

The little brothers and sisters in the woodshed were as happy as if it were New Year's Day because they had millet crisps to eat.

The folks in the front yard also had beaming smiles on their faces.

Before leaving today, not only can we take two pancakes, but each person will also have a bowl of broth.

Not only was there oil floating on the broth, but there were also a few pieces of meat in each person's bowl. The woman who knew how to live would go home and add some water, some vegetable leaves, and some salt to the broth and cook it again. Then the whole family could have tasted meat!

After all the villagers left, Mrs. Wu invited the whole family to have dinner first.

Yang went back to her room and helped her husband out, while Song Zhi brought her brother and sister-in-law over with a plate of millet cakes.

Yang helped her husband sit down at the table and exclaimed, "What kind of food is this?"

Song Cheng said first: "Mom, this is the snack that my sister made for us. It's crispy, sweet and delicious."

After saying that, he reached out and took a piece and handed it to his father, "Dad, my sister said millet is good for health. Try it, it's delicious!"

Song Youshan was touched by his son's thoughtfulness and happily took the millet cake with his uninjured left hand.

He took a bite, then another bite. The crunching sound of chewing made Yang feel itchy.

She laughed and scolded: "You little heartless boy, you only know how to respect your father, but don't you know how to respect your mother?"

Song Cheng quickly took another piece and handed it to her mother, "Eat it too, Mom. It's so crispy and delicious!"

Mrs. Wu also picked up a piece and tasted it. "It tastes really good. This millet crisp is really good."

Song Zhi shook her head. "This millet pastry isn't that difficult to make. You can tell the ingredients at a glance. I don't plan to sell it in a shop for now."

But if it is used to attract a wave of customers, it is acceptable. Song Zhi will put this matter aside for the time being.

Mrs. Wu nodded and said nothing more, "Today is the day our family truly gathers together for a reunion dinner since the New Year."

"If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after dinner. Let's eat first!"

Now that the family has income, Mrs. Wu no longer skimps on the amount of food she cooks.

The family's dinner was not very sumptuous. There was the leftover chicken soup from lunch, the soup made with large bones and meat slices, a plate of stir-fried cabbage, and a plate of stir-fried diced radish. The staple food was still the thick mung bean and corn porridge.

But even with such food, the Song family might not be able to eat it for several months.

The younger ones in the family are fine, as they have become accustomed to the improved food at home.

But Song Youshan and Song Ping were still greatly shocked.

In the past, when there was a shortage of food, the porridge in the bowl was just water.

How could we live like we do now, enjoying the treatment that can only be enjoyed during the Chinese New Year?

The feelings in the hearts of both father and son are quite profound.

After the children had eaten their fill and the adults were satisfied, Mrs. Wu began to talk about what happened today.