"You don't have to wash the dishes. You, Erya, and my mother should go and grind the rice!" Lin Xiaoyue said.
"Sure!" Aunt Wang readily agreed.
She immediately instructed Wang Erya to bring the rice and go with her and Liu Shi to the mill.
After washing the dishes, Lin Xiaoyuue went to mix the lime water.
The rice from the grain store had been delivered in the morning. There were enough wooden buckets at home, so she was going to make more cold cakes this afternoon.
In the afternoon, she would bring more cold cakes to sell near Qingyun Academy.
Even if she couldn't sell everything, she was not worried. She could still send them at the market tomorrow morning.
She was short of money for the renovation, and selling an extra bowl of cold cakes would relieve some of her stress.
This time, Liu Shi and the others spent more time grinding 70 catties of rice.
Lin Xiaoyue also spent more time mixing the lime water.
