That afternoon, Ji Xuelan and Ji Mingfang were called over to Ji Huan's house. They thought something was up, but when they arrived, they learned that Baiwei Square would have to suspend operations for a few more days to free up their hands for the dehydrated vegetables.
Naturally, they would listen to Ji Huan. They had already signed contracts, so what did it matter which job they did?
Widow Xie, however, expressed her doubts. "A few days won't be enough. Just think about how long we were busy with this last year."
Ji Huan shook her head. "Baiwei Square must open by the end of the tenth month at the latest. We can't delay any longer. The new year is in just over two months."
It wasn't that she was desperate to open; she was mainly worried about preserving the spices.
