A Young Woman's Heart

"Okay." The middle-aged man immediately beamed with joy.

"Here, shall I put it in the trunk?"

"Row."

Take care.

"Ok."

After seeing the guest off, the father put the money he had received into the drawer.

"Dad, are the health supplements we sell genuine?"

"I don't really know either, but the person who sold it to me said it was genuine."

“Only your dad could do this kind of business. I wouldn’t have the audacity to tell such a lie.” The mother shook her head with a smile. “Your dad is truly a born businessman.”

"Huh? Why?"

“Actually, the purchase price is cheaper than the usual wholesale price of genuine products. Although the person who wholesales to us says it’s genuine, but… I guess it’s just a mix of genuine and fake products. There might be genuine products in it, and there might be some fake products.” The mother put the soup bowl on the table. “Besides, that box of Brain Gold doesn’t cost more than 300 yuan to buy. It only costs an average of 100 yuan per box when we buy it.”

"Dad, what a shrewd businessman!"

"What kind of shrewd businessman are you? How can you talk about your father like that?" The father tapped Mo Xueyao on the forehead. "This is business, you know."

"You're making way too much money, aren't you?"

"What? I provide everything you eat and use, and now you won't let me make money? You brat, don't be so self-righteous if you've never been in society."

"So that's how much money our family makes."

"What are you talking about making money? Don't we have any costs? If the fruit gets rotten, that's a loss, and that's all factored into the profit. It looks like we're making a lot, but in reality, it's not as exaggerated as you think. Besides, do you think you can do business without making money? There are four of us in the family, how are we supposed to survive if we don't make money?"

"Tch, but you have to be honest in business."

Where did I act dishonestly?

"You sell counterfeit goods and lie to others by saying it's at cost price."

"That's called sales pitch. Besides, don't talk about counterfeit goods without evidence. When I bought them from them wholesale, they said they were definitely genuine. Even if they are counterfeit, it's not my responsibility."

"Tch—talking nonsense!" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

"You brat, studying has really made you stupid." Her father lightly tapped her head in annoyance.

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Chapter 318 Drinking Some Realgar Wine

"Come on, have some realgar wine. How can we not drink realgar wine on the Dragon Boat Festival?" The father changed the subject, picking up a Coke bottle with the wrapper torn off. "This is the realgar wine your mother went to get at noon today. A little for each of us. Honey, where are the glasses?"

His mother, who was getting food, glanced at him sideways and said, "How many wine glasses do you have at home? You're the only one who drinks."

"Oh, there's only one?" The father chuckled awkwardly. "Xiaoyao, go to Jin's... your Grandma Jin and buy three wine glasses. Not the kind for red wine, but the kind for white wine and yellow wine, the smaller kind."

"Tsk, this is a tip for your hard work!" Mo Xueyao extended her small hand without batting an eye.

"You expect me to pay you for running errands? Does that mean I should pay you for raising you all these years?"

"Tch—stingy old man."

"Take it, take it. Ten yuan is enough for you to buy three. The extra is yours."

"Hehe, Dad is so nice."

"Your face changes faster than the weather!" the father chuckled.

Li Wanyan hesitated to speak, but her father noticed.

"Wanyan, you have to drink too, just a little, it'll be fine."

"Hmm..." Li Wanyan said with a slight reluctance, "I'm not very good at drinking."

"It's alright, it's alright. A little bit of alcohol is good for your health." Her father patted her shoulder. "Look at Xiaoyao, she's quite good at drinking. You should learn from her. Although women don't have to be good at drinking, there are always occasions when they need to drink."

Li Wanyan nodded helplessly: "Just a little bit."

"If Yan Yan doesn't like to drink, don't force her to," her mother said, speaking up for her. "People who don't drink will feel very uncomfortable if they drink too much."

"It's okay, it's just a little. This liquor isn't very strong, maybe 38 degrees at most?"

"Yan Yan, if you don't want to drink, then don't." His mother rolled her eyes at him, then looked at Li Wan Yan and said gently.

“It’s okay to drink a little,” Li Wanyan said, making an excuse for Mo Xueyao’s father. “Everyone else is drinking, so it wouldn’t be good if I didn’t.”

"Don't worry about others."

"It's nothing," Li Wanyan smiled.

The wine glass was quickly brought over. There wasn't much realgar wine in the bottle, because it was in a small Coke bottle, so it was at most a pound.

Of course, everyone's cups are also smaller, basically just enough for one or two sips.

Perhaps because it's the Dragon Boat Festival, tonight's dinner had a very festive feel.

On a new plate was a deep-fried, golden-brown, crispy meat-filled rice dumpling. My mother made it herself; it was filled with a lot of meat, and it was all lean meat, without any fat.

The bowl next to it contained cold preserved eggs cut into small pieces.

In addition, there are stir-fried eel and braised small yellow croaker.

Today's soup is more substantial than usual; it's enoki mushroom, vermicelli, and meatball soup.

The soup bowl was still steaming, and Mo Xueyao couldn't wait to pick up a meatball and put it in her mouth, but she immediately spat it out because it was too hot.

"Ouch—it's so hot, so hot, so hot—there's even soup inside!"

"Of course, this is the kind of meatball that tastes the best. Eat slowly, don't splash the juice all over other people." The father then picked up a golden and crispy rice dumpling, put it in his mouth, and took a bite, making a 'crunch crunch' sound.

The reason why fried rice dumplings are so delicious is that they are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. This texture is comparable to that of fried chicken, but they are much cheaper.

"How do you eat eel?" Mo Xueyao picked up a piece of eel but was at a loss. This was the first time she had ever eaten eel since she was a child. Although she would cook special dishes for the Dragon Boat Festival, she would never buy eel because it was too expensive.

Moreover, it's not cost-effective. Most of the eel in this dish is bones, and the meat is just the surface layer.

"Just eat the surface meat, think of it as biting into a meat-flavored apple." My father's analogy was always so wonderful.

"How does the eel taste?" the mother asked with a smile.

"Mmm, it's quite delicious."

"However, eels, which come from rivers, are definitely not as tasty as those from the sea; they have a muddy taste."

"It still tastes earthy even after stir-frying?" the mother asked, puzzled.

"I still have some. Sigh, how about I buy some clams tomorrow?"

"Our clams aren't cheap."

Although Hangzhou is located in a coastal province, it is not on the sea itself. Although the distance is not too far, seafood is very particular about freshness. Even if it is only a few hours' drive apart, the price will be much different.

"It's cheaper than seafood in inland cities. I'll buy some tomorrow. Don't be so stingy. Isn't the point of earning money to spend it?"

"That's why you couldn't save money when you were young," the mother said irritably, picking up some vermicelli and putting it into her own bowl.

Mo Xueyao's father and mother barely ate any of the meatballs in the soup; they were all left for Li Wanyan and Mo Xueyao.

A dinner with a strong Dragon Boat Festival atmosphere came to an end quickly, with Li Wanyan drinking most of the soup—she seemed to really enjoy it.

As for the realgar wine, Mother and Li Wanyan each drank a small cup, while Father drank the remaining half—although he didn't drink much, he was already slightly tipsy.

It's not that I can't drink anymore, but I still have to do business later, and it wouldn't be good if I got drunk.

So, in fact, half a jin of this realgar wine was drunk by Mo Xueyao.

She can drink much more than her father.

"Is Yaoyao not drunk?" Li Wanyan asked doubtfully while teasing Sutang.

"Hmm? Drunk? I'm alright, I don't feel too bad, and this wine isn't very strong." Mo Xueyao waved her hand. "I could drink another pound without any problem, after all, it's just rice wine."

No matter how many times she drank with Mo Xueyao, Li Wanyan felt that Mo Xueyao's alcohol tolerance was ridiculously high. At least among the people she knew, there was no one with such a high alcohol tolerance. Even people from the north probably couldn't compare to her.

At least, Mo Xueyao doesn't seem to have gotten drunk yet.

"Ta-da!" Lu Chengyuan walked straight to the door with her schoolbag and greeted the two of them, "I'm here, Xiaoyao, class monitor!"

"Time to do your homework? Haruka, shall I set up your desk for you?"

"Huh? Put it outside? There are a lot of mosquitoes..." Mo Xueyao scratched her head.

"Why not just use mosquito coils?"

“Mosquito coils aren’t very effective either.” Mo Xueyao pointed to the red spots on her arm. “Look, these are mosquito bites.”

"It's because you have such delicate skin that mosquitoes love to bite you. Look, they don't bite your old man as much."

"Tsk, with a skin as thick as a city wall, mosquitoes certainly don't want to bite him. When they try to prick him, the 'needle' might even break off."

"Oh right, I also bought some mugwort today. I can burn some dried mugwort later to repel mosquitoes."

"It will be very hot if you light a fire next to it..."

"Why do you have so many problems? You're getting more and more fussy the longer I raise you!"

"Tch, can't I even complain a little?" Mo Xueyao muttered weakly, moving the stool outside as well.

On summer nights, swarms of tiny flying insects always dart about. They are not mosquitoes or flies; each one is as small as a speck of ink.

But they aren't very afraid of people. Sometimes they even fly at people in groups. If you clap your hands together, you can kill several of them. They are particularly annoying.

"Mom—you should throw that box of rotten fruit in the trash can or put it somewhere else; it's full of bugs."

"Can't you do it yourself?" Although she said that, the mother still put the box of rotten fruit aside. Actually, it wasn't that bad; you could still eat it after cutting off the rotten parts.

These fruits are all priced at a uniform 80 or 90 cents per pound, sold to poor people who want to eat fruit but don't have the money.

After the box was taken away, there were indeed far fewer insects flying around Mo Xueyao.

However, mosquitoes were still buzzing around. Compared to flies, which prefer sweets, mosquitoes probably preferred sucking blood...

Even though she had already burned mugwort to fumigate her arm, a few stubborn mosquitoes still insisted on landing on Mo Xueyao's arm. Some of them didn't even try to escape and were swatted dead on her arm.