115 Backbone
Su Binglan said smilingly, “I cooked these for everyone to eat. They will come in more shapes and patterns in the future. These are for you guys. I’ll send some to Grandma and Grandpa too.”
Her grandparents were kind to her, so she would usually tell her parents to send some of her cooking to them. Previously, Su Binglan had told her father to send some tofu to her grandparents.
Her grandparents lived with her Uncle Fengchen because his hands got severely injured from working at the docs. Su Binglans grandparents wanted to live with Su Fengchen so they could help him with certain things.
However, if Su Binglan wanted her grandparents to retire fully, she would have to think of a way to heal her uncle’s hands. Everything would be perfect after that.
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“Come and try some of my desserts,” as Su Binglan spoke, she removed two small sesame seed biscuits and gave them to Su Xuexuan and Su Xuehai.
The biscuit was crispy, and Su Xuehai could not wait to bite into it. Everyone could hear its crunchiness as he chewed the biscuit.
Su Binglan looked at Su Xuehai expectantly and asked, “Is it good?”
She knew children loved to eat desserts. She discovered many variations of desserts when she previously went to town. However, they were expensive, and their texture was average at best.
Even if the desserts’ texture was average, a child could tell that some desserts were more delicious than others.
Su Binglan realized that even candy was precious to children of ordinary families, not to mention eating expensive desserts.
Even if adults were reluctant to buy these for themselves, they would get some for their children at home. She could make several varieties of desserts and sell them at reasonable prices.
Still, she had to make some expensive ones alongside the cheaper ones to cater to people of all social classes. She could even sell them individually.
Even a low-income family could buy her desserts.
Su Xuehai’s eyes lit up as he ate. He looked at Su Binglan and chirped, “Wow! It’s delicious, Aunt Binglan!”
Then Su Binglan looked at Su Xuexuan, wanting to know what he thought about her sesame seed biscuit.
Su Xuexuan smiled bashfully and said, “It’s delicious, Aunt Binglan. It’s even better than the pastries my parents bought in the past.”
In the past, the Su family only bought pastries to welcome guests on the first day of the new year.
Every family was like this. They could eat a piece of candy or pastries whenever they visited someone in the new year. It was an especially exciting moment for children.
Many children looked forward to the new year celebrations because they could eat things they typically did not have a chance to.
Su Binglan was relieved that her nephews enjoyed her desserts. “Since that is the case, I have no reason to argue. The shop will be ready soon, and I can sell desserts in town.
“When the time comes, the rest of you can work in the tofu shop next door. We no longer need to set up a stall in the market, and it will be more convenient for us.”
Shen Qiuhua sighed. “Our family has an actual shop now.”
She dared not think of these things in the past.
Su Binglan said smilingly, “Mother, our conditions will improve even more in the future.”
“Yes, Binglan. I always believe what you say,” Shen Qiuhua said.
Su Binglan was now her family’s backbone, and they would believe whatever she said.
Su Wenzhe was almost back to his usual self, so he and his wife could go and sell tofu in town together. They could earn more than two yuan a day.
However, he thought there were few soybeans left behind in the mountain. He said concernedly, “Little Sister, wouldn’t it be a waste to open a tofu shop if there aren’t many soybeans left?”