"Is it delicious?" Jiang Yunniang asked.
Yingbao nodded, "Yes, it is."
Jiang Yunniang laughed, "I'll make some more for you to take home for your parents to try."
"Okay." After finishing a meat pie and a large bowl of vegetable soup, Yingbao was absolutely stuffed.
"Auntie, why are you the only one busy? Where are my older and second cousins?" she asked.
While making more meat pies, Jiang Yunniang answered, "They've gone to the Tile House area to sell meat pies."
"Oh." Yingbao nodded. That seemed quite reasonable.
At that moment, Uncle Zhang Jia came from afar and said to Jiang Yunniang, "Give me some money. Hong Shao is feeling a bit feverish, and I have to take her to the medicine hall for a consultation."
Jiang Yunniang gave Zhang Jia a cold glance, "Where would I get money?"
Hong Shao was his concubine's daughter, nearly two years old now, and she had been frequently getting sick with a cough.