"Boss, we brought the Qingming fruit pattern molds from home, take a look and see if these will work?"
Seeing that Jiang Yu had finished kneading the dough, He Chunxiao came over, opened the plastic bag she was holding, and took out several wooden molds, smiling as she said,
"A few of these molds I borrowed from a neighbor. I thought the patterns looked pretty, so I brought them all."
Jiang Yu didn't have any particular requirements for the molds; as long as they made beautiful and delicious Qingming fruit, the pattern didn't matter at all.
He glanced over them casually, then nodded:
"These will do. Using molds will speed things up. But Sister Chunxiao, please wash these molds and scald them with boiling water for disinfection. We're about to start."
"Alright."
He Chunxiao, not one to dawdle, responded and immediately turned to get to work.
Ma Guoqiang had already washed his hands and eagerly came to Jiang Yu's side, saying:
