Got the money, and messed up Tong Li’s hospital window, Lin Wan was overjoyed.
When she returned to the shop, Zhang Shuhua and Grandma Wang were also there. Knowing that Tong Li had paid the money and couldn’t work at the hospital window anymore, everyone laughed heartily,
tidied up the shop, the tables and chairs were solid, not broken, only some worthless things got damaged. Getting this hundred yuan wasn’t a loss.
In the evening, a few of them cooked a few dishes together, celebrated quite a bit, and the next day started normal business again.
Lin Wan was worried her foot hadn’t healed completely, so she stayed at the clay pot shop for two days. Seeing she was really fine, she finally went home relieved.
In two days, the Mid-Autumn Festival will arrive.
The employees at Lin Wan’s shop are very reliable, Lin Wan thought of giving everyone some welfare benefits.
"Aunt Jin, are you home?" Lin Wan brought Uncle Jin two bottles of rice wine and two bottles of mulberry wine.
Upon hearing the voice, Aunt Jin came out, wearing an apron, hands still sticky with flour, "Oh, it’s Xiao Wan, come in, quick."
"The festival is approaching, Grandma asked me to bring Uncle Jin two bottles of wine. Uncle Jin is not home?" Lin Wan put the things aside, rolled up her sleeves and helped Aunt Jin with stuffing, Lin Wan loved Aunt Jin’s wife’s mung bean pastry the most.
"He’s out visiting the neighborhood, delivering things to neighbors. No need for your help, these just fresh out of the oven, take some for yourself to eat," Aunt Jin was quite pleased with Lin Wan.
Recently it could be seen that Lin Wan is good, not only virtuous but also very filial, according to Han Gu, she’s very satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law.
It makes them happy that Xiao Yi found a good wife; marrying a wife is a matter concerning a man’s whole life. A good marriage shows you’re lucky, a bad one means suffering, just like Xiao Yi’s uncle, who suffered plenty of indignation in his life.
Lin Wan loved Aunt Jin’s mung bean pastries the most, especially just out of the oven, "Aunt Jin, how much do these pastries cost per jin?"
"One yuan per jin. The ones with walnut and peanut, one yuan and twenty cents. Pastries are quite expensive, business isn’t very good, except during festivals when it picks up a bit. These days I can sell two baskets a day." Aunt Jin smiled pleasantly, it looked like business was really good these days.
"A friend’s colleague, their family makes soda, said they want to send some gifts to merchants. I thought of Aunt Jin’s pastries. Talked to him, and guess what, yesterday he said to bring him thirty jin. Aunt Jin, how much will you charge per jin?" Lin Wan lied smoothly, secretly admiring herself.
"Wow, that’s really kind of you, Xiao Wan. Since he’s your friend, give him a price of eight cents." Thirty jin wasn’t little, it was almost what Old Jin sold in a morning.
"No need, no need. Aunt Jin, whatever price you sell outside, charge him the same, just give him a bit more. His family has money, they won’t miss it."
Aunt Jin thought for a moment and agreed, packed fifteen portions for Lin Wan, each weighing two jin, and at the end added an extra jin as a gift. She also packed many mung bean wife’s pastries for Lin Wan.
Lin Wan thought of Uncle Jin’s pastries, mainly to help them increase their income, using Li Congnan as an excuse, afraid Aunt Jin would know she wanted it and refuse her money. Now it seemed she benefitted.
Lin Wan went to the brewery to deliver a few pastries to Li Jianye, as a Mid-Autumn welfare gift. Li Jianye brought a crate of wine, with just four employees at the brewery, each got a crate of wine and a portion of pastries.
After leaving Brother Li’s pastries, she didn’t see her brother’s shadow. Only then did Lin Wan remember that her brother went to class, and it had been almost two weeks since she saw him, thinking that school should be off today, and they should meet tonight.
Lin Wan pulled the crates of wine to the shop.