Shui Hua saw how much everyone enjoyed it and knew the business was bound to work. She thought she could organize some of the village women to sell it with her, so she asked Wang Yue what he thought.
Wang Yue could tell Shui Hua was testing his reaction. Feeling helpless, he pulled her into his arms and said seriously, "You don't have to be so cautious. As long as you keep Ma Defu away from you like a fly, I have no objections to you helping the other villagers. Besides, you're not planning to sell this from a street stall by yourself, are you? You'll have to hire people sooner or later. It doesn't matter who you hire."
Shui Hua had no idea how to go about it. She'd seen people in town pushing carts around to sell things, and assumed that was how you sold braised meat, too.
Now, hearing Wang Yue ask, she grew curious. "Then how should we sell the braised meat and malatang?"
Wang Yue realized that being lazy really wasn't easy. He could only patiently explain, "The braised meat should be easy enough. We have a recipe, so it won't be easy for others to copy. But malatang is different. Even if it doesn't taste as good, people will still eat it as long as it's cheap. If you just wander the streets selling it, you won't make much. You have to open a shop. That way, you can make money and help the other villagers."
Wang Yue's words made Shui Hua a little apprehensive. She said hesitantly, "What if we lose money after opening a shop?"
Wang Yue saw the eager look in Shui Hua's eyes, though she was trying hard to suppress it. He encouraged her, "You've got my support. What are