Step by step, a gentle breeze leads to a smooth path

Zheng Zhibei came out of the kitchen to greet her and immediately noticed the hair tie and clip on Lele's head. He quickly walked over and said, "Tingnan, is this the hair tie you bought for her? It's very pretty. Where did you get it? I've never seen it for sale."

Yang Meile was a true "little princess" in the Yang family. The adults were willing to spend money on her, as long as it suited her.

"Grandma and my aunt made it. They specifically asked me to bring it to you when I came back this time." Ting Nan Chao Zheng Xiangqian blinked.

Understood, I'll cooperate! No need to look for an opportunity. Was this also one of my younger sister's "secret gifts"? I didn't expect it was Grandma and the others who made it themselves.

“Tingnan, your wreath is very exquisite; it could be sold.” Zheng Xiangqian steered the conversation toward “doing business.” His parents, having gone through various activities, were all cautious in their words and actions.

Although some word of their unauthorized business dealings reached them and some merchants brought their goods to their door, very few did. They found it difficult to accept going out to do business all at once. Their own relatives were all honest and law-abiding, still living off their small plots of land.

Yang's father was already considered daring to row a boat at the ferry crossing; this was something that had been officially recognized in the village and required payment.

"Sell it? Xiangqian, that's a good idea!" Yang Qingzhou immediately chimed in, being a young man with a strong ability to accept new ideas.

"Should we buy them by carrying them on a shoulder pole? How much do they cost? After deducting costs, we can't make much profit from these little things." Zheng Zhibei was quite meticulous in his thinking.

“Selling this alone definitely won’t make much money, and it’s also a lot of work.” Zheng Xiangqian paused, glanced at Zhibei and Yang Qingzhou, and then turned to Yang’s father, “Father-in-law, when you were picking up and dropping off guests at the dock, did you notice that there were quite a few stalls and stands nearby?”

"Hmm, there really are some. Some people buy small trinkets, but most buy breakfast. Some are just passing through, rushing to work, and don't have time to cook, so they buy food. There are also some students, and young working couples who don't want to work... It seems like business is pretty good. What's going on?" Mr. Yang thought for a moment.

"So what do you think of Zhibei's craftsmanship?" Zheng Xiangqian continued to ask.

"That's definitely great! I've gained ten pounds since I married into this family from Zhibei! Hahaha..." Mr. Yang laughed heartily. Like Mrs. Yang, he was extremely satisfied with his daughter-in-law.

"Let's eat first, and we can chat while we eat." Yang Qingzhou and Zheng Ruidong had already set out the food.

"Yes, yes, let's try and comment on Zhibei's cooking together." Zheng Zhibei prepared twelve dishes in total, both hot and cold, including all kinds of meat dishes such as chicken, fish, pork, ribs, and pig's trotters, as well as several kinds of vegetables. The table was overflowing, and everyone sat together, creating a lively atmosphere. Lele clapped her hands happily and shouted, "Let's have a big meal! Let's have a big meal!" She insisted on sitting next to Tingnan, so Yang's mother gave in and held her as she sat to Tingnan's left, with Song Xiuying sitting to her right.

Before long, the dishes in Tingnan's bowl were piled high. Zheng Zhibei's cooking skills were indeed top-notch, and everyone ate to their heart's content. Zheng Xiangqian, Yang's father, and Yang Qingzhou clinked glasses from time to time, enjoying themselves immensely.

Ting Nan has an instinctive fear of men who drink, but thankfully, they all have good manners when drunk and can hold their liquor well.

Zheng Xiangqian also remembered the important matter and said directly, "Father-in-law, Qingzhou, I suggest that Zhibei set up a snack stall. When you make money in the future, you can take over a shop and not have to work in the sun and wind."

“Dad, I think it’s a good idea. Mom can help take care of Lele. We can set up our stall in the morning and finish before noon, so we can still farm at home without any problems.” Yang Qingzhou was very interested.

Who doesn't want to make money? He wanted to give it a try, and the costs were low—just a pushcart and some tableware were all it took to start. Even if business wasn't good, he wouldn't lose much money; at most, he and his wife would have to work hard, but what did it matter?

Youth is an asset; one should take risks and perhaps bring a different life to their family. Money is a good thing; Xiangqian mentioned he already had ten thousand yuan, and he wanted that too.