After crying for a while, Sergei kept gently patting Yao Jingjing's back, like coaxing a child.

"By the way, Sergey, you have been lying at home all morning, do you feel better?" While saying this, Yao Jingjing raised her hand and touched Sergei's forehead, and then touched her own forehead. I still have a fever, but the temperature is a little lower than in the morning.

"I took the medicine, and I got better, but I still didn't feel well."

"I guess you're just tired, and after digging for two weeks of honey, your body can't bear it."

Sergei nodded in agreement and said, "When I get better, I will accompany you up the mountain, and now you don't go." ”

Yao Jingjing frowned, thought for a while, and said, "I'm not going, don't go if you're sick." I thought about it, picking honey is not a long-term way to make money. The town is full of honey sellers, people are selling that kind of farmed honey, barrels and barrels of sale, we sell this kind of wild honey, not to mention the difficulty of picking, the shipment is also small, sell once or twice OK, in the long run, how can there be so much honey for us to pick! ”

Yao Jingjing's worry Sergei didn't think about it, he thought for a moment and said, "Jingjing, you mean that we also do farming?" ”

"No, if you want to raise honey, you have to raise bees, which of us will? Besides, the town is full of honey sellers, and we are not very competitive, so we don't know when we will return to our capital. ”

"You're rightly worried, so what do you have in mind?"

"Well, I don't have any ideas at the moment, I just have to plan it well. If you want to make money, you have to do business, and to do business, you have to sell things, and what you sell has a market and is competitive, which is very important. ”

"Yes, that's right. Jingjing, don't worry, think slowly, you will always come up with it. ”

In the afternoon, Yao Jingjing saw that there was still a little beef left, so she planned to make a meal of beef dumplings, this bit of meat had to be eaten quickly, otherwise it would be bad, and there was no refrigerator in this old house. Making noodles is Yao Jingjing's business, especially for people in Northeast China, making dumplings and eating dumplings is even more commonplace.

In the evening, Yao Jingjing steamed the dumplings and asked Sergei to get out of bed to eat.

After lying in bed for a day, Sergei's spirit was better, his fever had subsided, his body had gained some strength, and he was indeed hungry.

Sitting at the table and staring at the dumplings on the table, Sergei said excitedly: "Jingjing, this is the dumpling you made?" ”

"Yes, it's the first time you've eaten the dumplings I made, the beef filling, how about you taste it." Yao Jingjing also specially mixed a bowl of garlic sauce and scooped a spoonful of sauce into Sergei's bowl.

Sergey picked up a dumpling, dipped it in the sauce, took a bite, and chewed it carefully.

"How's it taste?"

Sergei frowned, took another bite and did not speak.

Yao Jingjing's heart sank suddenly, and she said tentatively: "What, it's not delicious?" ”

At this time, Sergei turned his head to look at Yao Jingjing, smiled, and said, "It's so delicious." How did you get this stuffing? It can be compared to the craftsmanship of China Hotel. ”

Yao Jingjing was suddenly happy, her eyes lit up, and she said with a smile: "That's it, I make pasta, but it's a must!" My mom can't beat me. ”

As he spoke, Sergei had already eaten two dumplings, and he picked up another one and began to eat it.

"Sergey, I thought of a way to make money."

"What's the solution?"

"How about I say I'll wrap some dumplings and sell them at the market?"

Sergei was stunned, stopped the chopsticks in his hand, thought for a while, and said: "This idea is not bad, there are no dumplings sold in the town, although Russians also eat dumplings, they rarely make their own dumplings, they usually go to the supermarket to buy quick-frozen dumplings, and the dumplings you wrap are much better than quick-frozen dumplings." ”