Xiao Feng walked back and forth around the pickup truck, still unable to make up his mind.
And Song Tan didn't even notice that anyone was struggling with her handful of green onions. She earned a lot of money yesterday, and once her plan to attract fishermen was implemented, she received positive feedback (successfully bringing in goods), and she was very proud and satisfied.
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No, after the customers were hesitant and struggling to grab, and there was not much left in stock, the vegetable vendor next door came over:
What a guy! Three ounces of green onions sell for 20 yuan, which is more than 60 yuan per catty? The local shallots are even sold for the price of Chinese toon.
and……
"You are going too far. Why don't you clean up the onions?"
There is still a little bit of soil on the white beard, and you can tell it has just been pulled out of the ground. How heavy it is!
Song Tan's smile remained unchanged: "One handful? A handful is more than three taels."
Vegetable vendor:......
"Come on, come on!"
He angrily took out his mobile phone and transferred money.
She turned around and saw the juicy coriander and schizonepeta. She paused and continued to transfer the money to her: "Pick a handful of schizonepeta for me and I'll use it to fry a thousand pieces of tofu at noon."
I bought everything, so I might as well just buy them all.
The vegetable seller hesitated, then transferred another sixty yuan and picked out garlic sprouts and coriander.
The vegetables costing 120 yuan together only amounted to a small bag. The vegetable seller was particularly disgusted:
"It's not even enough to stir-fry a plate."
It is also because of this that the vegetables are sold a little slowly today.
Just then, I heard a shy voice:
"Don't fry it directly, it's too wasteful. You can fry the scallions in scallion oil and mix them with noodles. Just one or two at a time is enough. The scallions have a very good flavor."
"Cilantro can also be used to season the sauce and be eaten as a dip for boiled beef."
The vegetable seller turned around and saw a fair-skinned young woman standing aside, looking at Song Tan's pickup truck with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
Song Tan's eyes lit up: "Okay! You're so good at it! Tell me quickly if there are any other ways to save money, and I'll post it in the group."
What's wrong with twenty yuan and three taels? It's not much more expensive. How can you not buy it just because it's not serious food?
Fairy Tantan was very disappointed with the progress this morning.
Xiao Feng thought about it for more than half an hour, and when he saw that the vegetables were almost sold out, he couldn't help but come up and say something.
Seeing that the vegetable seller smiled so kindly, the anxiety in her heart was relieved, and she asked:
"Is this a vegetable grown by your family?"
"yes."
"So how much does your family grow? Do you sell it at the vegetable market every day?"
Song Tan shook his head: "There are only a few acres of land in total. I come here to sell it when I have it. If I don't have it, forget it. Not necessarily."
She hesitated for a long time before deciding that her future career direction would be Hanamaki - at worst, it would be less chopped green onions and more expensive. Nowadays, everyone is picky about what they eat, so as long as it tastes good, it shouldn't be a problem if it's a little more expensive.
It's because the vegetable seller is unstable. She can't sell rolls that are delicious and some are not, right?
That will ruin your reputation.
But she had witnessed the attractiveness of the flower roll this morning, and now she was unwilling to give up.
After thinking about it, he finally asked:
“Are there wholesale prices?”
Before Song Tan could answer, the vegetable vendor on the side looked depressed:
"Sister, look at me, I'm selling vegetables right next to her! If there were wholesale prices, why would I bother guarding my own small vegetable stall? I would have become prosperous by now."
Xiao Feng looked at Song Tan and saw that the other party nodded slightly towards her.
She was instantly depressed again.
I knew in my heart that I had to leave, but I couldn't lift my steps no matter what.
She thought of Xuan Xuan.
Xuanxuan has just entered elementary school, and she already feels that her life is in embarrassment. What should she do when she goes to junior high school, high school, or when her children go to college?
The older she gets, the less she can do.
I have never been able to improve my skills in selling steamed buns, and I can’t take care of my children’s lives while doing other things...
Always give it a try!
(This chapter is not finished yet!)
204. Do you want white fungus?
Xiao Feng then turned around and pointed to the remaining chives in the basket:
"How many are left? I want them all."
"By the way, will you still sell it tomorrow? Can I make a reservation?"
At this time, the vegetable seller was a little surprised.
Xiao Feng's outfit couldn't be more plain. Although he is young and fair-skinned, his mental state can be seen.
The other party is definitely not someone who can consume Song Tan's vegetables on a daily basis.
He was surprised: "There are more than twenty handfuls in this basket, which adds up to six or seven kilograms!"
Xiao Feng didn’t hide it either:
"I plan to take it back to make flower rolls. One tael can have five or six green onions. Use less chopped green onions. One tael is enough to make a basket."
"When there are a lot of green onions, wash them, drain the water, cut them into finely chopped green onions, seal them in a plastic bag, and freeze them. When you eat them again, except that you can't stir-fry them in a pan, the taste won't change much."
Or you can just make it into flower rolls and freeze them, but their freezer is a bit small, so I won't consider this. Let's just eat them fresh.
She planned it well: "It accumulates over time and can be used when there is no more. It will be just right."
"One day if there is no more, I will sell the steamed buns directly. They all say that our steamed buns are good."
She really wanted to give up on the buns, but Xiao Feng knew herself: she really had no talent in making stuffings.
After being sold for so long, the response has always been mediocre. For a person who loves cooking, this is actually quite frustrating.
Now, she has gained the courage and has already taken a prototype.
Xiao Feng really worked hard on how to save money and eat fresh and delicious food. In this short turn, she had even planned to increase the price of the flower rolls to three yuan each.
The vegetable seller was stunned:
"Sister, you are being too honest. I didn't want to ask these questions..."
Xiao Feng pursed his lips and smiled: "Then I can't hide it. Everyone who has tasted your food knows it. But my noodles are good. They can't compare."
Maybe it was the warm reception from the neighbors this morning that made her regain her confidence, or maybe the smell of the sixty-year-old was just too cold.
At this moment, Xiao Feng speaks with confidence and seems particularly passionate about entrepreneurship.
Song Tan was also quite surprised.
She has sold a lot of vegetables at this vegetable market, and several people from restaurants came to inquire about it. But firstly, they heard that it was not a large scale, and secondly, there was no wholesale price, so in the end they gave up.
To be honest, the customer in Zhucheng was more courageous, even Ziyunying dared to pay a thousand pounds for it.
But in real terms, Xiao Feng is the first wholesaler in the local area.
After thinking about it, her eyes showed appreciation, which made Xiao Feng stunned for a moment, thinking that the young girl looked at her strangely.
Then the other party smiled:
"Isn't it a bit monotonous to only sell flower rolls? Do you sell desserts? Do you sell white fungus soup?"
