As the workshop became more and more crowded, the idea of building a factory was officially brought to the table. However, the type of factory, the size of the factory, and where it was built all needed to be carefully discussed and deliberated.
Early in the morning, Aunt cooked a pot of sweet potato porridge, steamed a few baskets of cornbread, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables. The family sat together for breakfast.
"I'll fart if I eat too many sweet potatoes!" Little Bruiser looked at the sweet potato porridge in front of him and pouted.
Aunt glared at him. "I think you don't want to eat it! You've learned to be picky!"
"Who said so?" Little Bruiser picked up the wooden spoon and refused to admit that he was thinking about the crunchy candy.
Yu Shaoqing looked at his son lovingly, his eyes shining.
