Chương 114: 114. Locust Flowers on the Back Mountain_1

All morning, Auntie and Sun Yanyan didn't get any positive results. Even though they wanted to restrain themselves, their faces were still sullen and quite unpleasing.

The aunt and grandma were sitting there picking vegetables, a whole basin of tender Milk Vetch picked over by them, giving the mother and daughter a lot to talk about:

"Twenty bucks a pound, we're eating well today."

"Exactly, twenty! If you ask me, we should've sold it. Mom, don't you have lettuce in your garden? Pull up a few of those and it's the same thing."

"Right, I think so too. Lettuce is so much cheaper, isn't it? One to stew with meat, one to stir-fry simply, it's all good."

"Sigh, Tantan and my brother are just the same, both too honest, no business sense!"

"That's true, Sancheng has always been honest since he was little."

Wu Lan was bustling around with the wok in the kitchen, listening to their chat and feeling rather pleased.