And...and she came to the market today with a mission!
Of the five handfuls of vetch yesterday at noon, I fried only one plate at first, but as soon as I tasted it I couldn't hold it back and fried all the remaining four handfuls.
Not many people ate the stewed meat at noon, but they ate quite a lot of vegetables. But they felt comfortable at noon, but not at night!
Granddaughter Song Ziyi cried when she came back from art class in the afternoon and saw that there was no food on the table from Brother Qiaoqiao.
Although the eldest aunt talks about "I must have roots" and "I must have grandchildren" every day, she dare not tell her daughter-in-law.
Moreover, the granddaughter is also the treasure of the whole family. How can she bear to cry now?
The family tried their best to coax her and promised to eat it tomorrow, and this was considered a relief.
The daughter-in-law then said: "Mom, you should also go to the vegetable market tomorrow. It's rare that Ziyi likes my relatives, so it's okay to take care of the business more."
He turned around and asked Uncle Song:
"Dad, how much does this dish cost per pound today?"
Uncle Song did remember the twenty that Qiao Qiao said, but in his eyes, how could things growing in the ground be worth this much?
So he still answered without hesitation: "How many yuan? It seems like two yuan?"
Mao Li said "tsk": "It's because they young people have so many ideas. We used to feed pigs with this thing, but now we can still make money."
But he felt comfortable in his heart: "I can't make much money in a day with this busy work. Forget it, I'll buy five kilograms tomorrow."
The family made a lot of calculations, but when they came to Song Tan, the starting price was twenty yuan a pound, which made the eldest aunt break her guard.
They are all relatives, and Song Tan has no intention of falling out with them because of this matter - you have to take care of Comrade Song's face, right?
So I put on the standard smiley face again:
"Auntie, why don't you go and have a look elsewhere? I'm going to close the stall here."
But I haven't bought it yet - Mao Li stood there, thinking of her granddaughter's wailing and the extremely expensive price of vegetables, and she became even more uncomfortable.
After much thought, she turned around and said:
"Forget it, my relatives, it's not easy for you kids to run a business. Just twenty, give me a pound."
At the same time, he poked his head into the basket and said, "Tantan, you can't give me a lot of money, otherwise I will have to ask your parents how they raised you."
Song Tanxin said that she had been selling vegetables for a few months, but this was the first time she saw her relatives causing trouble!
Besides, she just said they were sold out.
Qiaoqiao had already picked up all the baskets and shouted: "Sold out!"
"Why is it sold out?"
The eldest aunt pointed to the basket and said, "Aren't there a few more? The eldest aunt has given you money, why don't you still want it?"
Qiaoqiao shook his furry head and refused to sell vegetables to people he didn't like. He was very happy and spoke in a cheerful tone:
"No, no, I have to give those to my aunt!"
Mao Li felt distressed at that time.
"Twenty yuan a pound, you give me so much?"
This makes sense - Song Tan even doubted how she came here after so many years?
She looked over with a half-smile: "Auntie, I have given so much to your family. I can't give five catties to my father's brothers and four catties to my mother's sisters, right?"
Even if Mao Li had a big belly, it would be stuck in her throat right now.
But the taste of yesterday’s dish…
She showed a kind smile again: "You kid, what are you talking about! Am I the kind of unreasonable person?"
"The main thing is Ziyi. She insists on eating the food Qiaoqiao sent. You know, children are not sensible - otherwise, you can give it to me today."
"Isn't your aunt also a relative? I'll just supply her with supplies tomorrow."
Song Tan burst into laughter, and really didn't save any face: "Then I will give away four handfuls today? And one more tomorrow? Is the gift I am giving you ginseng or wild vegetables?"
"Auntie, since Ziyi likes to eat, I will also give you this face. Either you buy the rest, or you don't care how much I give to auntie."
Can Mao Li be willing to spend a hundred yuan to buy this worthless wild vegetable?
That is absolutely impossible.
Besides, she was scolded by a junior in front of her, and everyone in the vegetable market was watching the excitement, so where could she put her face?
The eldest aunt rolled her eyes, her face darkened:
"Tantan, your uncle and I have been in the city for so many years, and we have a lot of connections. I am still thinking of introducing you to a good partner! Is this how you treat us?"
"Forget it, if it's not for the sake of relatives, who would be willing to spend money to buy scraps for pigs?"
After saying that, he turned around and left angrily.
Song Tan also looked gloomy - he was so sorry that all the customers were gone.
Otherwise, if she said this in front of everyone, she would probably slap her on the spot.
So he raised his voice and said, "Auntie, if you really dislike it, just spit out what you ate yesterday."
The eldest aunt paused, then walked faster with her little boots.
As soon as she left, the vegetable vendor next door came over with a smile on his face, and then said coquettishly: "What, bring more tomorrow morning, I want five pounds."
As he said that, he quickly stuffed a hundred dollars into it, just like a thief.
Song Tan's heart was clear: "How about it? Is this dish delicious?"
The vegetable seller nodded reluctantly: "The soil and water in your hometown are so good? Are you considering growing other vegetables?"
Song Tan's heart moved: "Yes, it's not the season yet, so I'm too lazy to bother with the greenhouse. Let's talk about it next month - you sell vegetables here every day, which vegetables are more popular?"
The vegetable seller glanced at her and sighed: "You can grow vetch with this flavor, so why worry about the variety? Just sell what you grow. Anyway, you don't have to worry about people buying it."
Song Tan never expected that among this group of clients, the one who had the most confidence in her was actually this colleague!
She was also very touched: "Okay, I'll just say this to you. When the new dishes are on the market, I'll give you a chance to jump in the queue!"
The vegetable vendor rolled his eyes: "I set up my stall next to you every day, do I still need to jump in line?"
He didn't take this seriously. He had bought all the food anyway and lost his temper, so he might as well sell it again:
"By the way, if you sell vegetables here every day, you might as well find someone to rent a fixed stall - see? There are fixed stalls in the marked area and inside the shed. It's yours to come or not.
, not afraid of wind, sun or rain.”
"Your food is more expensive and your profit is higher than ours. If you have a stall, you won't suffer a loss. If there weren't too few stalls here and you have to find someone to help you, I would have done it long ago."
Song Tan had an idea about the stall inside, but now the vegetable sales were not large enough, so he thought about putting it off.
Now after listening to the advice, he joked:
"Oh, it took me a long time. Brother, you have been selling vegetables for seven or eight years, and you are still setting up a stall illegally?"
