"They said pitifully, my mother let us usually endure a little, in fact, we didn't do anything, they were all riding on the head, if it weren't for the fear that my mother would be sad, who would take care of them......

"The children of their own house do not call, but they call us."

……

He Jing wrinkled her eyebrows tightly, it turned out that the brothers of the He family understood in their hearts, but they couldn't bear to take care of He's mother's feelings.

He followed a string of broken thoughts, and seeing that He Jing's expression was getting worse and worse, he thought that she was distressed, so he hurriedly changed his words: "Actually, it's nothing, so I was scolded twice, and I didn't lose a piece of meat, anyway, if you don't go to Zhu's house, they can't scold you."

He Jing looked up with seriousness in his eyes: "I have a number in my heart."

In this way, a week passed unconsciously, and it was the weekend again, this week He Jing was home alone, of course, Qian Lizhen called without exception, but He Zhou wanted to accompany He Xiaoguo to piano lessons, He Ning and He Suiyue took the exam, He Yi and He Chen were called to the house by the teacher to make up for the missing homework.

He Jing still got out of bed early in the morning, washed up and ate, and went to the vegetable market, where she bought a bunch of spices and brought them home.

The relationship between the He family and the Zhu family can be maintained, but the He family must not be allowed to continue to live by looking at the Zhu family's face......

The children of the He family will become the pillars of the country in the future, and they must not delay their time on day jobs......

Thinking of this, she carefully ground all the spices into powder, put them in small jars in turn, wrote labels and pasted them for easy preparation, and then took out the raw meat skewers that Qian Lizhen gave her two days ago from the refrigerator.

He Jing wanted to mix with a more fragrant spice, these spices sprinkled on the meat, even if it did not make the meat taste more delicious, it should also cause a strong stimulation to the sense of smell, it was best to make the guests smell it and not move away, as for the taste, she would develop it again.

So, He Jing put ginger, onions, and garlic ...... When it is ground into powder, it is weighed with a small scale bought from a Chinese medicine store.

She blended the spice powder and auxiliary material powder strictly in proportion, poured hot oil, and watched the fragrance of these powder burst out in an instant and recorded it in the most simple and crude way.

40 points, 60 points, 50 points, 70 points......

These scores represent the degree of aroma of the powder.

He Jing studied it carefully and slowly, bought it again when the spices were gone, and continued to try after buying it.

Finally, she matched the kind she wanted.

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was still warm, the breeze was gentle, and the small points of light were cast on the ground through the cracks in the trees.

Elementary school hasn't finished yet, and there are already aunts pushing food carts waiting there, ready to start work and make money.

He Jing found a snack stall owner who specializes in kebabs, roasted potatoes and fried stinky tofu, the snack stall owner is an aunt with a vicissitudes of life, her clothes are in tatters, there are holes in her apron, and there are several competitors next to her, all of whom are dressed more decently than her, as if they make a lot more money than her.

He Jing directly explained her intentions to her, and her aunt was shocked, her eyes full of vigilance: "No need, go farther, don't block me from doing business."

He Jing was not discouraged, and smiled slightly: "Auntie, if you don't do this, I'll help you solicit business here, and if the business can get better, you can listen to me."

The aunt suddenly frowned, obviously shaken in her heart, and thought for a while before saying, "Then you stand far away, I have hot oil here, don't splash it on you for a while, I can't afford to pay for it."

He Jing took a step to the side very obediently: "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

So, He Jing stood quietly by the small cart and waited with her aunt for the primary school students to get out of school.

Recently, the elementary school ended later than before, half a day ago, and now it is only four o'clock, and the aunt is not sympathetic to He Jing standing tired, nor is it easy to talk to He Jing, I want to see how long He Jing can last.

Soon, half an hour passed, and He Jing was still there like a tall cypress pestle.

Auntie couldn't help but look at her more, thinking that the young people are quite patient now, but just thinking so, He Jing turned around and left.