Xue Sifu felt a lump in his throat, but he smiled at Liu Guixia and the others, "Mother, Yifu, Hehua, Hongyan, no matter if this ice can be made or not, I will make our family richer and richer."
"If that's the case, then by all means." Liu Guixia and the others laughed. "But if it's not like that, it's fine. Our lives have already improved. Don't we still have the rice noodles and liangpi business to earn money from? The workshop is also about to be completed. Even if we take out the four hundred silver, we still have more than a hundred left. No matter what, it won't affect our daily lives."
When Xue Dafu, Xue Erfu, Xue Sanfu, and Xue Wufu came back from work and heard about this, they all had the same attitude as Liu Guixia.
To Jiang Yue's surprise, Xue Sanfu, who usually didn't talk much, was the first to express his opinion when the four of them returned.
