The little chicks swarmed around Juhua, cheeping incessantly, refusing to leave. The fragrance was attracting them, and they stared eagerly as Juhua bustled in and out of the house without giving them so much as a glance!
Zheng Changhe waved his hand to shoo the chicks away—but they came right back a moment later. He asked Juhua, "How many scoops do you think we'll be able to ladle out?"
Hearing her father's question, Juhua couldn't help but laugh. "We should be able to sell at least forty or fifty scoops!"
She looked at the large wooden ladle, a pang of regret in her heart. 'In my past life, there's no way I'd sell it this cheap! Then again,' she thought, 'if it were really as expensive as it was in my past life, the cost of the pig offal would surely go up as well.'
