TFWYH – Chapter 117 Take Care of Your Own Family First

Madam Jiang glanced into the vat, then called out to Tang Wan outside:
“Wan-niang, do we still need this milk?”

“Yes!” Tang Wan replied, placing the prepared feed in front of Treading Snow, patting its head, and then entering the house.

She had already used some for a face mask, but there was still plenty left.

Perfect—she could let Madam Jiang and the others drink it.

But Madam Jiang absolutely refused:
“It smells so fishy! We people of the Celestial Empire don’t drink this kind of stuff!”

Milk and goat’s milk were things only people up north would drink.

“It’s nutritious. I’ll process it—it’ll taste great,” Tang Wan said, rolling up her sleeves.

Madam Jiang’s eyelid twitched and she quickly interrupted:
“Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll handle it!”

Tang Wan: …

Honestly, it wasn’t that serious—she was just going to make something like coffee or milk tea, which she could definitely do.

But Madam Jiang didn’t think so. She stared at her like she was facing a major enemy.

Tang Wan gave up, stepped back a few paces, and tossed Madam Jiang a packet of jasmine tea, telling her to brew it first.

She had bought it casually last time she went to town, precisely for making milk tea.

The jasmine tea was boiled, fresh milk poured in, then sugar added.

Milk tea was really that simple.

Too bad there were no tapioca pearls.

Before long, the kitchen was filled with a sweet, fragrant aroma, even drifting out where Ling Yue could smell it.

Little Ling Chen swallowed hard:
“Mom, let me try some.”

Madam Jiang scooped him a bowl. He downed it in one gulp, his eyes lighting up instantly:
“More!”

Chuckling, Madam Jiang ladled him another bowl.
“It’s really that good?”

“Mhm, mhm!” Ling Chen didn’t even bother to talk to her, just gulped it down.

Soon Ling Yue came in, served herself a bowl, sniffed it, and—finding no fishy smell—took a sip:
“This is delicious!”

She quickly finished the rest, then poured another bowl and handed it to Madam Jiang:
“Mom, you try it!”

“Really?” Madam Jiang hadn’t wanted to, but seeing her children drinking so happily, and with the sweet aroma filling the room, she finally took a small sip.

Smooth, sweet, no fishiness at all—just rich creamy fragrance. It was wonderful.

This time she didn’t need Ling Yue to coax her; she picked up the bowl herself:
“So tasty! I think we could sell this! And it’s so easy to make!”

Ling Yue nodded eagerly:
“I was thinking the same! Sister-in-law, what do you think?”

“It’s possible,” Tang Wan replied, “but don’t take on too much at once. Step by step. The shop is already busy, and we’re short-handed.”

Ling Yue nodded in agreement. She had always listened to Tang Wan, and Tang Wan was right—the shop was too busy, and the beef jerky business was booming.

She really couldn’t handle anything else alone.

It wasn’t that Ling Yue hadn’t considered hiring some people from the village, like Aunt Yang and Widow Hong.

But she wasn’t familiar with most villagers, and deep down she held grudges against them.

When their branch family had been cast out by the main Ling family and Ling Yu broke his leg, aside from Li Wu occasionally helping them, not a single villager had cared whether they lived or died.

Of course, no one was obligated to help her.

But then, she wasn’t obligated to help them either.

If she became successful, she certainly didn’t want to have anything to do with those cold-hearted people.

It wasn’t that she thought they were wrong—everyone was selfish and naturally put their own family first.

She understood. But that didn’t mean she could let go of her resentment.

After dinner, Tang Wan brought food to Ling Yu, along with a steaming bowl of milk tea.

Ling Yu wasn’t fond of sweets. Though the milk tea was indeed good, he only drank a little.

The rest ended up in Tang Wan’s stomach.

When she set down the empty bowl, Ling Yu noticed a trace of white on her lips. His eyes darkened slightly.