Because the jars had not yet been purchased, Su Xiaofeng's chili project could only be postponed for a few days.
He Ximei wanted to sell the red chilies harvested from the fields, and Xiaofeng suggested, "Auntie, let them dry in the sun and turn into dried chilies. When winter comes, I will help you sell them, and you will definitely get a good price."
He Ximei didn't know where Xiaofeng's confidence came from. She had noticed that Xiaofeng now boasted without blushing: "We still have plenty of dried chilies at home. If we dry all of them, we can't possibly eat them all."
"Xiaofeng is right to dry them. It's good that our girl has ideas," Old Guaizi came out of the room, looking well.
He Ximei couldn't help but feel that Old Guaizi seemed even more spirited after his fall than before, which was quite strange.
"Fine then, if both you and Grandpa say to dry them, let's dry them," He Ximei said and went out with the chilies, looking for a sunny place to spread them out.
