Since Li Wangcai's wife said that the fern was hard to eat and bitter, and no other villagers objected, it means that many in the village, even beyond, don't know how to properly stir-fry fern.
If she were to sell fresh fern directly, nobody would be interested in buying it.
Actually, once the bitter taste of the fern is removed, it is delicious when stir-fried or made into hot and sour fern.
Hot and sour fern requires time and a jar to pickle.
There are no jars at home, so she plans to cook stir-fried tasty fern tomorrow to sell.
When she shares this idea with the three men at home, Xiao Yuchuan disagrees, "Wife, fern is really not tasty, and nobody will buy it. Don't waste your time."
"Third brother is right." Xiao Yishan also persuades, "Nobody likes to eat it."
Xiao Qinghe doesn't say anything, his serene gaze falls on Su Qingyue's face. He thinks that his wife wouldn't do anything she's unsure about.
