After Mao Caiwei talked about the ideas she came up with in a lingering manner, Yang Shuirong felt that the ideas she came up with were good and immediately agreed.

In such a cold winter, everyone slept quite early.

Mao Caiwei's feet were cold, so she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

"Madam, don't move around. The heat in the quilt is told to run away. Put your feet on my abdomen." Yang Shuirong said to Mao Caiwei gently, and reached out to take her feet on his firm belly.

The temperature felt from the soles of the feet, Mao Caiwei's lips raised.

Just like this, the two people snuggled together, the air was filled with a warm sweet smell.

Time passed quickly, and it was Laba.

There was news about Caiyu from Lianzhe, saying that he was taken to an embroidery workshop in the capital by a seller, and signed a death contract and could not come back for a while.

Originally, Mao Caiwei was in the mood to make Laba porridge, but when she heard about this, she was so worried.

"My husband, what should I do? Why did she sign the death contract? How disgusted do you hate my parents?" Mao Caiwei said in a crying voice. It was really hard for her to tell her parents about this kind of news, and it really made her feel extremely embarrassed.

"Now, knowing where the person is is better than not having her whereabouts. Madam, don't worry, I will find a way." He couldn't help but say, "I didn't want to see Mao Caiwei frowning and couldn't help but say.

"Mr. I believe you. Isn't it because my husband is planning to take the imperial examination?" Mao Caiwei was slightly stunned and replied in a while.

"Yes, I was not sure at first. Now, thinking about it, in addition to making money, people also have to have power. My wife, I am afraid that I will trouble you in business in the future." Yang Shuirong thought that it was not appropriate for him to always bother with his family. After thinking about it, if he had power and power, some things would be easier to solve.

"Well, don't worry about business matters, I will help you manage the restaurant business!" Mao Caiwei said confidently.

"Madam, today is Laba, we still have Laba porridge. Don't think about picking jade. After eating Laba porridge, take some to your parents' home. What do you think?" Because the snow has been heavy these days, there are few pedestrians outside, and their restaurant business is not good, so they simply closed for a few days and wanted to wait for the weather to be slightly better before opening.

Hearing Yang Shuirong say that, Mao Caiwei nodded with a smile, then turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare Laba porridge.

Prepare glutinous rice, mung beans, red beans, cashews, peanuts, longans, red dates and tangerine peels.

Put it in a pot and cook it.

"Madam, will it not be burnt like this?" Yang Shuirong smashed a large piece of rock sugar with a spoon. When he saw Mao Caiwei pouring all the ingredients into the pot, he exclaimed in an instant.

"Buy more time and make sure it tastes good. Put rock sugar in quickly." Mao Caiwei shook her head with a smile, and she said with great confidence.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" When it comes to cooking, Yang Shuirong felt that listening to Mao Caiwei's words was right.

After the Laba porridge was cooked smoothly, Mao Caiwei served it in a porcelain bowl and placed it in a food box with carved patterns. A total of two food boxes were prepared.

Yang Shuirong first brought a food box and sent it to the Yang family's old house.

"The wind and snow are so strong, come into the house to talk!" Shi felt sorry for his son who brought him a food box for Laba porridge. Seeing that although Yang Shuirong was wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat, the dark and ink-like eyebrows were still covered with snowflakes as thin as sifted salt. She urged.

"No, I'll go with my wife to deliver Laba porridge to my father-in-law and mother-in-law later." Yang Shuirong smiled and shook her head and declined.

"You haven't come to the old house for a long time to have lunch before going to your father-in-law's house with your wife." It's snowing heavily now, Shi Shi refused to let him go.

"Sir, let's go into the house for lunch. Your sister-in-law has prepared lunch." Yang Shuifu poked out half of his body from the direction of the main hall and shouted loudly in the direction of the door.

"What are you calling him for? It's not that his family has nothing to eat! Alas, there is not much rice in our rice jar!" Chen murmured in a low voice, his tone very unhappy.

Chen was stingy and was unhappy to put more chopsticks at home. She didn't have to cook, but her father-in-law said that Mannie was pregnant and had to share some of the housework with the eldest daughter-in-law. In addition, Mannie was still her relative, so how could Chen have the nerve to refuse?
Chapter completed!