In later generations, the business of making dried noodles appeared, naturally profitable.
Just as the costs for the two workshops had been calculated, a voice sounded at the door.
Ye Muyu stood up and walked out, only to see Chu Ziluo leading Chu Jin, who was about to leave the yard.
She called out, "What's happened?"
"Mother."
Chu Ziluo quickly stopped in her tracks, while Chu Jin had started to leave, but she walked over and immediately noticed the filthy marks on his body, which could only have been caused by inks being poured all over him.
"What is this about?" Ye Muyu's eyebrows knit together, her mind already racing with possibilities.
Chu Jin's eyes were somewhat red, and upon seeing Ye Muyu, he sniffled, "Mother, it's nothing, I just carelessly got inks on my clothes."
"You've learned to lie to your mother now?" Ye Muyu reached out and tapped his forehead, "Come on, come inside with Mother."