"Brother Huang, do you have any business dealing with dog skins over there? I want some."
"We do, Old Man Zhang from our village does this. How many do you want, sis?"
"Tanned, about a hundred sheets, I wonder how the pricing is."
"Our homemade dog skins are cheap, but I still need to go back and ask Old Man Zhang."
"Alright, thanks for your trouble, Brother Huang," Lin Wan smiled and put the two barrels of wine she prepared for Brother Huang onto his car. It's a holiday, so gifts are not unwelcome.
Brother Huang had to deliver goods elsewhere, so he didn't stay long.
Lin Wan went to the kitchen to check the preparation of the dishes. It was already past nine.
Everything was ready just in time.
Aunt Gui and Aunt Liu's cooking skills were extraordinary; after a year of practice, they were no different from chefs in state-run restaurants.
Aunt Zhang also boiled a pot of water and started sterilizing bowls and plates to prepare the utensils.
