"It's nothing." Lin Xiang skillfully tossed various well-proportioned seasonings into the pot. "If you want to earn money, you have to endure this bit of hardship." Although selling spicy noodles only earned about one yuan in net income a day, for farmers scraping a living from the land, earning one yuan a day was already quite good.
Besides, compared to pulling a cart to the big market, working in the fields for work points was more tiring.
Mrs. Lin was just used to Lin Yun sharing the manual labor, so she was reluctant to exert herself.
Just as Lin Xiang finished preparing the base ingredients, Fifth Aunt came knocking at the door, carrying several pieces of cured pork and a few sausages.
"Sister-in-law, Sister Niu, these were given from my parents' place for New Year's feasting. I divided some and brought them over. Hang them on the rafter and eat a bit each day while cooking; with just the three of you, it should last until the New Year."
