Wan Chu'er got home and found Bai Zhixi busy to the point of oblivion, not even noticing that her daughter had come home half an hour later than usual.
Tomorrow, she needed to deliver pickles to the second batch of cooperating restaurants, and there were several different types to package. Besides, she had one batch of vegetables that hadn't been pickled yet. She was working overtime, worrying the vegetables would lose their freshness and the taste wouldn't be as good if left out too long.
The house was now cluttered with pots and jars everywhere, vegetables scattered all around.
As soon as Wan Chu'er entered the house, she was met with the smell of pickles and frowned, thinking this wouldn't work for long as the production of pickles was expected to increase, and eventually, there wouldn't be enough space at home.
Bai Zhixi was packaging the pickles for tomorrow's delivery. Upon hearing her daughter's arrival, she didn't look up but continued working and said:
