Shen Miao quickly stepped forward to help her up.
Cui Wan Niang straightened up and locked eyes with Shen Miao. Both of them involuntarily broke into smiles.
"Good day, Madam Tang," Shen Miao said, still smiling. She blinked and pointed to a table near the window. "You must be tired from your journey. Please have a seat and let's talk."
"All right. I won't stand on ceremony with you, Madam Shen," Cui Wan Niang nodded. After sitting down, she turned to her two attendants and told them to find an inn, settle the carriage, and bring over the local specialties from Youzhou that she had brought for Shen Miao.
She took off her Hu hat, casually smoothed her disheveled hair, and then tore off the fake beard on her face. Only then did Shen Miao recognize a bit of her former self from her features.
The once-weak Madam Cui used to be so emaciated that her cheeks were sunken, and her face was as pale as a ghost. Now, her face had regained its fullness, her figure was well - proportioned, and her skin had a healthy, rosy bronze color. The biggest change was in her eyes. They sparkled with a bright light when she looked around, as if she had been reborn.
"Is Yuanniang fully recovered from your illness? It must be very cold in Youzhou. Thank you for taking care of the workshop there," Shen Miao said, omitting her surname. She picked up the teapot on the table, turned over a cup, and poured a cup of still - warm tea for her. "I've heard from Zheng Neizhi many times that the workshop is running smoothly. It's really thanks to you."
Although this was their first official meeting, after a few words of greeting, they talked like old friends. Cui Wan Niang described the scenery of Youzhou to Shen Miao. She said that the mountain passes and beacon towers connected to the desert were like an ancient, sleeping dragon coiled on the rolling mountains, stretching for hundreds of miles.
In spring, wild apricot blossoms bloomed all over the mountains, and shallow springs flowed through the grassland, making a tinkling sound. In summer, Youzhou could also be quite hot. The distant grassland was like a blue sea, with thick and tall grass. Lying in it was like lying in the clouds. In autumn, the wind was strong. Standing on a high place, one could see the magnificent mountains and rivers, and the wild geese flying south in formation. In winter, although it was cold and harsh, the world was covered in white, and the vast desert was all in white, presenting a kind of lonely beauty in the dead silence.
Shen Miao was actually a bit envious after hearing all this.
"I visited all the horse farms in Youzhou and saw the real scene of 'a lone smoke rising upright in the desert, the setting sun rounding off the long river'. Wang Wei really described it vividly," Cui Wan Niang said. When she mentioned her days in Youzhou, there was a fleeting look of tears in her eyes, but she still smiled brightly. "Once, when I climbed up the watchtower of the Great Wall, I finally knew what the scenery beyond the mountains was like."
Beyond the mountains, there were more mountains, sand dunes, cattle and sheep, shepherd dogs, galloping horse herds, camel caravans carrying luggage out of the pass, and wisps of cooking smoke rising from the frontier.
"I'm doing well. Thank you, Madam Shen," Cui Wan Niang said with red - rimmed eyes. "My aunt told me that although she was the one who proposed that I go to Youzhou to manage the workshop, she wasn't sure about me at that time. Moreover, you didn't know me, and I was in such a hopeless state when you first saw me. But you still readily agreed and gave me a chance to try."
Madam Shen knew nothing about it, but she was so generous. Maybe it was because she had also struggled in the marketplace and stood on her own as a woman, so she didn't hesitate to give such an opportunity.
When she first arrived in Youzhou, Cui Wan Niang was naturally criticized and looked down upon. But this time, she held her breath and was determined to make the workshop a success. She had no way back and couldn't let down her aunt and Madam Shen. So she gritted her teeth and moved forward step by step, and finally made it.
"Here is the account book of the workshop for the past six months. I've made two copies. I'll give this one to you, Madam Shen, and I'll find a way to give the other one to my aunt when I return to Chenzhou tomorrow," Cui Wan Niang took out an account book from her leather cross - body bag and handed it to Shen Miao. Then she said with a smile, "The costs of building the workshop, labor, and raw materials have all been recovered this year, and there is a surplus. In a few days, I'll invite some trustworthy accountants with my aunt to check the accounts again, and then we can distribute the dividends to you."
Shen Miao opened the account book and examined it carefully. In the Tang and Song dynasties, the "Four - Column Accounting Method" was used for book - keeping. The "Four Columns" referred to the previous balance (old management), the current income (new receipt), the current expenditure (expulsion), and the current balance (actual existence). Therefore, accountants at that time would use a monthly period and calculate through the formula "old management + new receipt = expulsion + actual existence", and then transform it to get "new receipt - expulsion = actual existence - old management". The result of "new receipt - expulsion" was the net profit for the current period.
Shen Miao skimmed through the account book at first, and then simply picked up the abacus and added up the net profit for each month to calculate the total profit. After getting the result, her finger stopped on the abacus, and she looked up at Madam Cui.
Cui Wan Niang gave a reserved smile but couldn't hide the pride and a little bit of smugness in her eyes.
Shen Miao quickly moved the beads on the abacus again and got the same result. She took a deep breath and couldn't help calculating it one more time. This time, she was really sure it was correct.
She lowered her head, waved to Cui Wan Niang to come closer. Their foreheads were almost touching, and she asked in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, "Has the workshop earned 22,857 strings of cash in just half a year?"
Cui Wan Niang was amused by Madam Shen's look of greed for money but still cooperated and replied in the same whisper, "Yes."
"I see there is an extra sum of money on the account for the operation of the workshop next year..." It was really not easy to earn more than 20,000 strings of cash in half a year, especially in a frontier place like Youzhou.
"Yes," Cui Wan Niang said with a beaming smile.
Shen Miao quickly did a rough mental calculation of how much money she could get from her 30% share of the profit, and then couldn't help letting out a soft exclamation. It was like making money while lying down. How happy it was!
After sharing the good news, there was also some bad news.
Cui Wan Niang also honestly exchanged information with Shen Miao. "Some noodle shops in Youzhou already know how to make instant noodles. Although they can't make the soup base taste exactly the same as yours, Madam Shen, they've started making their own instant noodles."
Shen Miao nodded. This was within her expectation. Instant noodles weren't that difficult to replicate. However, she had a unique flavor that had been selected by hundreds of millions of people in later generations and had already occupied the market in advance, so she should still have an advantage. She looked up at Cui Wan Niang and asked, "What do you think, Yuanniang?"
"Currently, the imitating shop is just a small one operating independently. I've sent people to investigate. Given the meager resources of the shop owner, it's impossible for them to set up a workshop. However, that shop owner has good vision. They've approached many wealthy merchants to co - operate a workshop, but all were rejected," said someone.
Cui Wan Niang's eyes turned cold. "In Youzhou, all the well - known big merchants are on good terms with the Xi family. They also know who I'm backed by, so of course they won't compete with me and make me lose face. But Youzhou is just Youzhou. As time passes, more and more people will surely learn the method of making instant noodle soup. What doesn't work in Youzhou may work in other prefectures."
She was calm and her analysis made sense. Shen Miao was increasingly impressed by her. "So?"
"This is also the reason why I must come back in person," Cui Wan Niang's eyes were full of ambition. "I want to open several noodle soup workshops in neighboring prefectures and grab this piece of the pie in advance."
It doesn't matter if someone figures out the recipe and method of making a certain dish. There are many people in the world who can make the same dish. Although Fan Lou is very famous, the mutton sesame cakes at Nanxunmen are still the best in the whole of Bianjing.
As long as one has good taste, high quality, and seizes the opportunity first, then they will be the ones to "eat the meat" in numerous competitions.
"We can eat the meat, but we also need to allow others to drink the soup," Cui Wan Niang was quite open - minded about this. She detailed her plan to Shen Miao. She needed Shen Miao to come up with two new flavors of instant noodle soup. Innovation was a good way to expand. Secondly, she wanted to build a larger and more spacious workshop, hire more people to produce more noodle soup. In this way, small workshops couldn't keep up with her supply speed and would only be annexed by her.
Shen Miao nodded. These two points were right on target. In later generations, Master Kong became successful in this way. When Master Kong launched its first braised beef noodle, it quickly became popular across the country. In just three years, it expanded to all parts of the country, and in the fourth year, it began to enter the beverage industry.
"Besides the new flavors, I think our workshop and noodle soup also need a catchy name," Cui Wan Niang continued. "Just like those 'Cooked Meat in front of Shouci Palace', 'Song Wusao's Fish Soup outside Qiantang Gate', and 'Ge Family's Dried Jujubes' in Bianjing, we also need a brand name. In the future, as the workshop grows, it will be less likely to be counterfeited and more likely to attract customers."
Shen Miao just thought of Master Kong, so she pointed at her and tentatively asked, "Master Tang's Instant Noodle Soup, delicious and visible?"
It was easy to remember. Cui Wan Niang repeated it several times and immediately smiled. "Good! It's both elegant and popular!"
Shen Miao also contributed a bunch of advertising slogans, like 'Even the Emperor says it's good'; 'Bone - soup noodles, so fragrant'; 'When you're hungry, just eat. When you eat noodle soup, eat Master Tang's'...
Cui Wan Niang was amused by Shen Miao's endless "yelling", but soon she remembered something else and frowned. "There's another troublesome thing that I should tell you, Mrs. Shen."
She sighed and looked very worried. "Many junior officials from the horse farms have mentioned to me that the taste of the noodle soup in the previous batch is different from the next batch. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, which makes them a bit dissatisfied. I don't know what's going on. The recipe you gave even specifies how many zhu of oil, salt, sugar, and spices to use, and how many liang of water to add. But the dozens of chefs in the workshop still make the sauce base with uneven tastes. Not only is it different from what you made, but also different among themselves. It's really strange. They are all following the same recipe and using the same wheat flour, the same oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar..."
Because the most uncontrollable factor is people. Sometimes, the same chef may make slightly different dishes on different days.
Shen Miao thought for a while and suddenly smiled. She asked, "In the workshop, does one chef do everything from kneading the dough to frying the noodles and adding the ingredients all by themselves?"
"Yes, it is," she nodded confusedly. What was wrong with this? All workshops were like this. Experienced chefs taught apprentices, passed down from generation to generation. Their noodle soup workshop was also the same. One person had one cutting board and one pot. New apprentices had to start learning from kneading the dough. After finishing one portion, it was done.
Shen Miao pondered for a moment and then said, "I once heard a story and I'll tell it to you. A scholar - official bought a concubine in the capital. This concubine used to work in the bun kitchen of a high - ranking official's mansion. One day, the scholar - official was craving buns, so he asked the concubine to make some for him. To his surprise, the concubine said, 'Sir, I only cut scallions in the kitchen. I don't know anything else.' It turned out that in that high - ranking official's mansion, even the kitchen had extremely detailed divisions of labor! There were those in charge of chopping meat, those responsible for mixing the stuffing, those for kneading the dough, and those in charge of ginger, vinegar, salt, sugar, wine, and pepper. Even covering the steamer lid had a dedicated person. Although this story is mocking the extravagance of that high - ranking official, I think, Yuanniang, you might as well learn from this method and apply it to the noodle soup workshop."
Shen Miao dipped her finger in the tea and drew on the table. The general idea was that from the transportation of wheat flour, there should be people specifically responsible for each part of the work on a long assembly line.
"Everyone only does the job they're good at. If someone is good at kneading dough, then let them focus on kneading dough; if someone is good at frying noodles, then let them specialize in frying noodles. Treat people like gears and tenons, interlocking and using their abilities. With such a detailed division of labor, the products made must be better.
Moreover, after the division of labor, we also need to find a way to unify the standards and regularize the process. For example, when kneading dough, how many times should it be kneaded to make the dough the most chewy? What size should the noodles be in terms of thickness and width? When stirring the sauce base, how many times should it be stirred, how long should it take, and should it be stirred from left to right or from right to left? Once we set all these details, and follow the standards, the noodle soup produced in the workshop will surely be more efficient and stable, and it will be difficult to have the problem of uneven tastes."
Before Shen Miao finished speaking, Cui Wan Niang suddenly stood up. She seemed to be awakened by a blow on the head. She paced back and forth in the shop, muttering to herself, "Yes, everyone has their own duties and works in an orderly manner. Why didn't I think of such a simple truth?"
She suddenly turned around and tightly held Shen Miao's hand. "Thank you, Mrs. Shen. I'll go to Chenzhou right now and tell all this to my aunt! After the New Year, I'll immediately return to Youzhou and implement all your reforms!"
"Wait, Yuanniang!" Shen Miao quickly grabbed her and quietly told her that the Emperor also intended to open a noodle soup workshop. Cui Wan Niang's eyes lit up. "It's just what we need! Thank you for telling me, Mrs. Shen. I know what to do. Goodbye!"
After saying that, without waiting for Shen Miao's response, she took the remaining entourage and rode away on horseback in a hurry.
In the blink of an eye, the sound of horses' hooves faded away and they were out of sight.
Shen Miao shook her head. This Lady Cui was really an impatient person. She got up and was about to return to the backyard when the two attendants assigned by Lady Cui to fetch local specialties and find an inn came back. They were leading two bleating fat sheep and casually handed the ropes tied to the sheep to Shen Miao. They looked around the empty shop and asked, "Lady Shen, where is our master?"
With the sheep bleating beside her, Shen Miao was also stunned. "These are the local specialties for me?"
***
Recalling this, Shen Miao glanced at the two sheepskins in the yard. The specialties brought by Lady Cui had turned into real ones under Tang Er's knife the next day.
The sheep ate too voraciously and there was no room to keep them in the yard, so Shen Miao asked Tang Er to slaughter them.
Her thoughts then returned to the quiet Shen family courtyard.
Ninth Brother, Yan Shu and others had returned to Chenzhou. Tang Er and Fu Xing had gone to help Ji Brother. Tao had gone to the bank to exchange money. Sister Xiang and Chen Chuan were still playing at Liu Douhua's house. Youyu was on holiday and had gone home for the New Year.
Shen Miao counted and found that there was only herself left at home. Well, not just herself, but also two sheepskins.
She thought for a while and then simply put her own red paper in her pocket and went to Miss Mi's house to cut window decorations. Mei Sanniang had come to call her three or four times early that day. She had refused because she was thinking about Ninth Brother's return. Now that she was free, it was just right.
When she got there, Mei Sanniang and Miss Mi had already cut a whole table of window decorations. Shen Miao clumsily went over to learn. Her hands were very flexible when it came to chopping vegetables with a knife, but when it came to paper - cutting, they were as clumsy as chicken claws and simply wouldn't listen to her.
She ruined several pieces, which made Mei Sanniang quickly say, "Oh, my goodness! Stop showing off your skills. Later, just pick a few from the table and take them home. Give me the scissors quickly. You'd better just drink tea."
Shen Miao put down the scissors with a silly smile and just watched the two of them cut. Miss Mi was the best at it. She had steady hands. First, she carefully folded the paper in half, and the crease was straight and regular. Then, holding a silver - edged scissors, she moved it deftly on the paper.
She started cutting gently from the edge of the paper, cutting out the outline of plump and round petals. The petals were layered, some large and some small, arranged in an orderly and scattered way. Every time she made a cut, pieces of paper would rustle down. When she reached the stamen, she used the tip of the scissors to pick out the delicate shape of the stamen. Finally, when she unfolded the paper, there was a vivid peony.
Mei Sanniang cut two fish. The scales on the fish's body were cut in a fine saw - toothed pattern, one by one, and the cut - out parts were clearly visible. The more Shen Miao watched, the more amazed she was. How amazing! Her paper - cutting skills were at a kindergarten level. She only knew how to fold the paper in half again and again, and the things she cut out were unrecognizable even to herself.
Finally, she shamelessly carried a lot of them home and pasted all the window decorations by herself. She even didn't miss the doghouse and the chicken coop. Red, green, with flowers and characters, the windows and doors immediately came to life. The sunlight coming in was also dyed with a strong flavor of the New Year.
The days passed quickly with the window decorations reflecting the spring light. In a blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.
One day before New Year's Eve, there were "Da Ye Hu" everywhere in Bianjing. Poor beggars on the street formed groups of three or five, dressing up as ghosts, judges, Zhong Kui and so on. They beat gongs and drums and went from door to door begging for money, which had the meaning of exorcising evil spirits.
Shen Miao had given money countless times from morning till night. However, they were all homeless poor people. Giving them money was okay, and she also hoped they could have a good New Year. Perhaps only on this day would those who knocked on the door to beg not be driven away.
At night, they had to "shine away the evil spirits". They would hold lanterns to illuminate every corner of the house to drive away the evil spirits and eliminate disasters and misfortunes.
When New Year's Eve came, Shen Miao opened the door of the shop, replaced the peachwood charms hanging on the door panels with new ones, and pasted new door - gods. Then she left the door open all the time. It wasn't to wait for customers, but to "welcome the God of Wealth". The door couldn't be closed until after setting off firecrackers and burning incense at the third watch of the night.
After that, she went back to the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves and prepared the New Year's Eve dinner.
Several families had invited her to cook the New Year's Eve dinner in the previous few days, but Shen Miao had declined. This was the first New Year she had spent in this world, and she still wanted to celebrate it with her family. However, on the second day of the Lunar New Year, she had received an invitation from the Feng Family to cook for their "family reunion dinner".
It was hard for Shen Miao to refuse the invitation from the Feng Family. Who could refuse gold?
She picked up a piece of streaky pork and casually ordered, "Ji Brother, make the fire bigger."
Shen Ji answered and sat on a small stool, concentrating on stoking the fire for his elder sister.
Youyu had gone home, so this job of stoking the fire had fallen on his shoulders again. Tang Er was very busy during the New Year. He had countless livestock to slaughter and meat to cut. Mainly, the Inner Official Liang had sent someone to order thirty roast ducks. It had taken him a whole morning to slice them and then rushed to load them onto the cart and send them into the palace. Only after finishing this big order did he have time to do other things.
Fu Xing and Tao led a few naughty kids to the street to buy New Year goods and watch Ge Shengun popping rice in public. "Popping glutinous rice to tell fortunes. The popped rice is called 'Bo Lou'." At this time, the popped rice was made from glutinous rice and was not used for eating, but for divining the good or bad luck of the coming year.
It was similar to today's "answer book". Young ladies would also gather together to ask questions and divine their marriage prospects.
It was said that there would be another round of popping rice on the second day of the second lunar month, called "frying dragon's whiskers", which symbolized everything going smoothly and the granaries being full. Besides "frying dragon's whiskers", people would also have their hair cut on this day, known as "cutting the dragon's head".
Shen Miao thought to herself that if she had gone too far. The current emperor was quite magnanimous. If it were in later dynasties when imperial power became more centralized and society more feudal, who would dare to say "fry dragon's whiskers" or "cut the dragon's head" except for members of the Tiandihui? Wouldn't they be punished by the literary inquisition?
She brought her thoughts back. Shen Miao was going to make stacked bowls of food today.
For the New Year's Eve dinner of the Song people, eight stacked bowls of food were indispensable. It was said that since the Tang Dynasty, there had been a custom of using stacked bowls for banquets, and they were even more indispensable on festive occasions.
For thousands of years, this custom seemed to still exist in Henan in later generations.
Shen Miao had eaten fermented bean curd - flavored pork stacked bowls and crispy pork stacked bowls in Henan before, and they were both excellent. The stacked bowls she was going to make for the New Year's Eve dinner today included these two kinds. In addition, there were also savory and delicious soy - braised fish, beggar's chicken, streaky pork slices, stacked spare ribs, stacked chicken pieces, stacked meatballs, and stacked pig elbows. The staple foods were eight - treasure rice and pickled cabbage dumplings.
Finally, to blend the northern and southern cuisines, she would serve a vegetarian dish: blanched Chinese kale. After so much meat, it was still necessary to eat something light.
After making only two kinds of stacked bowls, it started to snow again outside, with the snowflakes rustling down.
Shen Miao was busy in the kitchen when suddenly there were footsteps outside the shop. The person came through the snow, and the soles of his boots were covered with snow. When he entered the shop, his footsteps made a creaking sound.
Shen Miao didn't notice at first until someone gently tapped on the countertop. She looked up and saw two middle - aged men who looked a bit familiar. One was wearing a narrow - sleeved arrow robe made of fine cotton cloth, with sword - shaped eyebrows and tiger - like eyes, looking upright. The other was wrapped in a fox - fur cloak, with a silk and embroidered robe inside, and was followed by two strong attendants as black as charcoal.
She squinted in the steaming white mist in the kitchen and took a long time to recognize them. They were the two she had met in Yujinyuan!
Shen Miao quickly put down the knife, washed her hands and came out to greet them. Glancing at their clothes, she carefully greeted them and asked, "Greetings to you, sirs. Happy New Year! What brings you to my small shop today?"
Xi Feijing sized up the person in front of him without showing any emotion, a smile glinting in his eyes. "One comes to a restaurant to eat, of course. Sorry to disturb you, Madam Shen."
Yue Teng then confirmed, "Are you Madam Shen?"
Shen Miao swallowed back the words that the small shop was about to close. She curtsied to Yue Teng and replied, "Yes."
Yue Teng let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he'd found her!
He quickly said, "Madam Shen, the fish head and tofu soup you made at Yujin Garden, I've always wanted to have it again. Unfortunately, I never had the chance. I've come here several times before, but you weren't here. So today, I'm being a bit presumptuous..."
Shen Miao suddenly understood and smiled. "That's not difficult. However, it'll take some time to make the fish soup right now. Do you two gentlemen have the time to wait? Or you can have something else first. I've just made some pickled cabbage dumplings at home..."
Before she could finish, Xi Feijing smiled and said first, "Madam Shen has really hit the nail on the head with Yue Er. He doesn't like to eat anything in general, but he's particularly fond of tofu and pickled cabbage dumplings. He can eat a whole pot by himself."
Yue Teng gave him a sidelong glance, but since Xi Feijing was right, he admitted it. He lifted his robe and sat down, nodding. "Thank you for your trouble."
"It's no trouble. Please sit down. I'll make it right away."
Shen Miao then went back to the kitchen. She first cooked the dumplings and poured a plate of vinegar. She brought them out first for the two generals to have a little something to fill their stomachs. Then she took one of the fish that Tang Er had killed early in the morning, picked up a knife, and cut off the fish head.
Since there were customers, she would do her best until the end of the year.
Moreover, this General Xi was most likely the uncle of Ninth Brother. As for General Yue... although she knew he probably wasn't the General Yue in her memory, when she heard that this General Yue also liked to eat tofu, she felt even more grateful.
She would make a delicious fish head and tofu soup.
In the shop, at a small table by the window, against the backdrop of the falling snow, Xi Feijing and Yue Teng were eating the plump, round, thin - skinned and big - filled pickled cabbage dumplings while chatting.
"These dumplings are shaped like ingots, quite different from those sold in other shops," Xi Feijing said, finding it interesting. He picked up a dumpling and looked at it for a long time before putting it into his mouth. He took a light bite and exclaimed, "Hey? These dumplings are really delicious. The filling is extremely fragrant."
"Very good," Yue Teng nodded. He was already on his third dumpling.
Madam Shen's cooking skills were truly excellent. Not only could she make a good fish head and tofu soup, but she could also make good dumplings. The pickled cabbage was pickled just right, sour and refreshing, with a perfect fermented aroma.
The pork in the pickled cabbage was tender and full of flavor. Every strand of meat was soaked through with the juice of the pickled cabbage. The perfect combination of the sourness and the meaty aroma was really delicious!
"Don't just keep eating. I have something to ask you," Xi Feijing said. Seeing that Yue Teng had already eaten six dumplings one after another without saying a single word, he nudged him with his elbow.
"Prince Lu is insisting on going to the border with us to gain some experience and see the cavalry of the Liao and Jin. I heard that the Empress Dowager is so annoyed by him that she's almost having a headache and was almost going to agree. What do you think we should do?"
Yue Teng was still burying his head in eating the dumplings. He took a bite and then dipped it in some vinegar, eating with full concentration and having no time to reply.
Xi Feijing gritted his teeth in frustration. "Yue Teng! We're going to the palace for a banquet soon. Give me a definite answer. Then I can work with you to deal with this situation at the banquet."
"One word: delay," Yue Teng swallowed the dumpling. In just a few minutes, the plate in front of him was almost empty. He then said calmly, "Two words: sneak away. We're leaving after the New Year. Don't let Prince Lu know. We'll just leave quietly before dawn."
"Makes sense, makes sense," Xi Feijing thought that after eating the pickled cabbage dumplings, Yue Er had become much smarter. He quickly picked up two dumplings to eat. If he didn't act fast, Yue Teng would eat them all.
Well, they were really delicious. Xi Feijing didn't usually like pickled cabbage dumplings very much, but today it was a pleasant surprise. There seemed to be some crispy and fragrant fried pork rinds in the filling that Madam Shen had mixed. It was so fragrant. How could it be made so well?
