"How could it possibly be his?" Aunt Hua frowned, "The kids haven’t eaten her food or drank her drink, and now that life is finally getting better, they still have the face to take advantage of the kids?"
"Mom, Hu Li is a shameless person," Hua Family’s siblings saw through Hu Li completely. It was all about a few acres of land - who knows how many times they’ve secretly cursed our family. We aren’t pushovers. Initially, if Qin Family had asked nicely, we might have returned it to them. But now, we won’t return it at all after being cursed through generations. How thick-faced they must be?
And Uncle Hua and Aunt Hua thought the same. They won’t return it, even if it annoys Qin Family to death.
Right, this needs to be kept well, Aunt Hua hastily stowed away the fake contract. Hu Li and Qin Guohua are both illiterate, and although Qin Pengfei is going to school now, he is only a third grader, how many words could he recognize?
Hu Li likely wouldn’t find someone literate to verify it; they want to take over the shop, but it depends on her agreement.
So it was settled. The next morning, Qin Xiangnuan went with Aunt Hua to the shop, and she taught Aunt Hua how to make pancakes hands-on. Aunt Hua was just a housewife accustomed to housework. Naturally, making pancakes was not difficult for her; it was just a few tricks, easy once learned. Although her hands were a bit clumsy at first, they soon got faster with practice.
Aunt Hua was good at cooking, and her pancakes turned out well. In no time, she had learned to make pancakes very well — century egg and lean meat porridge, pumpkin porridge, scallion pancake, layered screen, and the vegetables stuffed in the pancakes. Aunt Hua picked it up quickly, except for the meat sauce. The sauce was the only secret Qin Xiangnuan wanted to keep for now, so she told Aunt Hua that it was bought from someone else and they didn’t have the recipe.
Aunt Hua was an honest person and believed her, of course without questioning further.
That day, they made about 42 yuan. When they returned home, they split the money, Aunt Hua held her share of 21 yuan, feeling somewhat guilty. She didn’t help much today, yet she took money?
"Keep it," Uncle Hua spoke, "In the future, our family will work harder, earn more money so the kids can share more, let’s not talk about anything else for now."
"It’s true," Aunt Hua thought it over and understood. Qin Xiangnuan had told her that the shop could sell both morning and evening, especially around five or six in the morning when there were many customers. So, once she got skilled in making pancakes, she planned to sell in the mornings too. But what she didn’t know was that Qin Xiangyang siblings also started building their fortune from those morning sales. It had to be said, Aunt Hua was a bit sharper than the average rural woman.
Pancake sales grew better, but constant back and forth at Aunt Hua’s home couldn’t always be kept secret from the villagers even though they were cautious. Eventually, it became known.
Somehow, the news that Qin Family’s children were making several dozen yuan a day from a shop spread rapidly and became widely known within days. When Hu Li heard this, she was astounded — a day’s earnings of several dozen yuan meant over a thousand yuan in a month; they could afford a TV and even buy a new tricycle. Within a year, they could become ten-thousand-yuan households.