"Second sister-in-law, it's really not easy to make your medicinal materials. If the people in the village have seen you do these things, who dares to say that you can go up the mountain to dig some weeds and go home?"

The women in the village were all red-eyed as they watched others make money, and they were sour every day. How could they know that it was not easy to get these herbs out.

"Puff...what do they say?"

"Yes." Wen Yueru couldn't help laughing a few times without knowing what she thought of, "Or, I'll learn it for you, and you can listen too."

"Yueru."

Old Mrs. Wen called out.

Wen Yueru immediately stuck out her tongue, kept her mouth shut, and looked playful.

Looking at Wen Yueru like this, Song Nuan laughed a few more times.

She spread the prepared Dendrobium officinale and let it cool down, and then she could find a small box to put it in. The finished product of Dendrobium officinale is thin and tight, with no obvious frizz or white spots.

"I'll help."

"No, no! Yueru has pounded the medicinal paste. You go and help A Zheng and A Ling change the medicine." Old Mrs. Wen waved her hand, and in front of the stove, the big iron spatula in Bai's hand was full of fire.

The peanuts are being stir-fried in the pot with sand.

Song Nuan nodded, "Okay! I'll go and change the dressings for them, let them rest, and come and help." She probably knew that she was afraid there was no time to sleep tonight.

There will be ten tables of meals tomorrow morning.

Many dishes are prepared at night, stir-fry tomorrow morning, or steam them. Save all the work until tomorrow morning, and then you can only have lunch.

"Second sister-in-law, there is hot water in the pot here."

"OK."

Song Nuan made hot water, found three soaked willow branches from the pottery basin, took some salt, and took them back to the house together.

"Jiabao, wash your hands and face first and rinse your mouth."

"Hey, here it's here."

The little guy walked to the table, washed his hands and face first, then dipped some salt with willow branches, and rinsed his mouth as if he was decent.

These are all things they only found when they arrived at the Wen family.

In the past, when I was at Lao Song's house, no one asked them to dip willow branches into salt to rinse their mouths. The daily dishes had a bit of salty flavor, which was all good.

In the past, they didn't even have the chance to have a meal with the big room.

"Aling, stick out your feet, my sister will change the medicine for you." Song Nuan walked to the bed with the medicinal paste. Song Ling looked depressed, as if she was worried.

"Aling, are you unhappy?"

Song Ling shook her head, "Sister, where is Brother Lu Sheng?"
Chapter completed!