The old village chief felt as if he had been caught, and his face was burning.
"Let's make some and let Chun Hua stir-fry some for a taste."
Chun Hua didn't use any seasonings. She just poured soybean oil into the pot, added some bean sprouts, and stir-fried them with some salt.
The old village chief and his wife drank a big bowl of corn porridge with bean sprouts.
"Aiya, this bean sprout is called bean sprout, right? It's really good stuff. It's delicious, much more delicious than beans!"
"It's still early. Why don't the village chief take some to the town to sell?"
Mo Ruyue gave a suggestion. The old village chief hurriedly nodded. He packed up and was about to head to town with the wooden box when he was stopped by Mo Ruyue.
"If I meet a smart person, I might be able to find out where these bean sprouts came from."
"Hey! Look at my blockhead!"
