Rebirth of Chu Wan

After Wan Chuer finished eating the noodles, he paid a fifty cents. The prices at this time were really cheap compared to the prices fifteen years later.

She didn't go home either, but went directly to the market where Bai Zhixi set up a stall. If she didn't go, Bai Zhixi would definitely not eat at noon, so she would take a few sips of water to deal with it. Now that she came back, she would never allow Bai Zhi to be hungry anymore.

Sure enough, after arriving at the market, Bai Zhixi was looking down and mending a pair of broken shoes, without eating at all.

Wan Chuer directly stuffed the rice she bought on the road into Bai Zhixi's hand, and watched her eat it bit by bit.

Bai Zhi was eating with regret, and the smile on her face couldn't go down. Her daughter's concern made her feel warm and welcoming.

Seeing Bai Zhixi finished eating, Wan Chuer went home without delay.

As soon as she got home, she went into the kitchen for a while.

There are still many pickled cucumbers at home. She found three canned bottles of different sizes, washed them and dried them, put the pickled cucumbers in, and then screwed on the lid.

After thinking about it, she ran to her room again and cut a few pieces of paper with the words "Bai's Pickles" written on them.

Yes, she intends to make a fuss on the pickles made by Bai Zhixi.

Wutong County is a northern city. In winter, there are no fresh vegetables except Chinese cabbage and potatoes. Greenhouse vegetables are too expensive, and ordinary people are reluctant to buy them. Pickles have become an indispensable item on the dinner table for the people in Wutong County. So the demand for pickles and pickles in Wutong County is very large.

Bai Zhixi's pickles are very good. Wan Chuer plans to push the pickles to some restaurants in Wutong County. If there are one or two restaurants willing to cooperate, Bai Zhixi and her life will be guaranteed.

After the pickles were ready, she went back to the room to change into a set of ordinary clothes and set off.

Wan Chuer first went to the noodle restaurant where he ate noodles at noon: Wujia Noodle House.

After the meal, there was a man and a woman chatting in the noodle restaurant. The man was wearing an apron. At first glance, he knew that he must be from this restaurant.

A bright smile was squeezed out of Wan Chuer's face. She couldn't remember where she had heard such a sentence: People who love to laugh are always lucky.

Since she is asking for something, she can't hold her face.

"Excuse me, is Boss Wu here?" she asked tentatively.

Hearing Wan Chu'er’s voice, a man and a woman who were chatting looked over, and saw a neat little girl standing at the door with a festive smile on her face, which made people feel good at first sight, holding her in her hand. A small bag.

The woman smiled and said, "Boss Wu is my man, I'm the boss's wife, what's the matter with the little girl?"

Seeing the other person smiling, Wan Chu'er relaxed. His smile was indeed a very good thing. It seems that this man and woman are the owner and wife of this restaurant. It turned out to be a mom-and-pop shop.

She smiled and said: "Boss, good lady boss, I had a bowl of noodles with you at noon today, and I think your noodles are very delicious."

Look, flattering, she can do it too.

Sure enough, boss Wu smiled, "Does the little girl still want to eat a bowl of noodles? I'm sorry, our noodles are already sold out, and I want to eat this afternoon."

Wan Chuer continued to smile brilliantly, she felt that she was going to laugh as a fool.

"I'm not here to eat noodles. When I ate noodles at noon, I took a bite of your pickles. The taste of the pickles is really not good. It really doesn't match your noodles."

The proprietress was a little embarrassed to say: "Our pickled vegetables are not very delicious. When you eat noodles in the future, don't eat pickles."

Wan Chuer continued to laugh: "As a Wutong native, it's okay not to eat noodles every day. It's a life-threatening thing not to eat pickles."

"Haha, the little girl is interesting." Boss Wu said.

The proprietress felt that something was wrong. The little girl came and said pickles for a long time. There must be something, she watched Wan Chuer calmly.

Wan Chu'er, who has a thirty-six-year-old soul, naturally needless to say, she knew that the next words would be very important, and she became cautious for a while, but the smile on her face became stronger.

Wan Chuer lifted the small bag she took, took out a canned bottle from it, put it on the table of the Wu family, and then took a small dish from the table, opened the can, and took the chopsticks out of the can. I picked up a chopsticks, pickled cucumber, and put it on a small plate.

Then he pushed the small dish to the front of the couple and said with a smile: "Boss, how about a taste of this sauced cucumber?"

Boss Wu and the proprietress watched Wan Chu'er doing this series of things curiously. The proprietress even saw the words "Bai's pickles" on the canned bottle sharply. By this point, they basically guessed Wan Chuer. What are you going to do.

Originally, the Wu family wanted to refuse, but looking at Wan Chu'er's festive smile and full of hope, I couldn't bear it for a while.

Boss Wu took the lead in picking up the chopsticks and said with a smile: "The little girl invites us and my wife to taste the pickled cucumber, then I will try."

Wan Chu'er nervously watched boss Wu pick up a piece of pickled cucumber and put it in her mouth. She was about to touch her throat. She had done this for the first time in 36 years.

After Boss Wu took two bites, his eyes lit up, he nodded, and said, "Well, cucumbers are delicious."

The proprietress also smiled and ate a piece, agreeing: "It's delicious."

Seeing that they did not continue to talk to each other, Wan Chuer could only cheer herself up, take a deep breath, and said in earnest word by word: "Hello, boss, madam, I want to do business with the two of you. I will supply pickled cucumbers. The delicious pickles and pickles, for your noodle restaurant, with this pickle, I believe your noodle restaurant will be more prosperous in the future."

The Wu couple just smiled, but did not speak.

It seemed that I didn't want this pickle very much, but I didn't refuse it in one bite. I didn't refuse it. Wan Chuer was not discouraged and continued to cheer myself up.

"I know that the boss and the proprietress don't want this pickle. They think their business is good enough, but who would be too rich?

When I ate today, I heard at least two customers say that if your pickles are more delicious, they will come to eat more times. More times means that the two bosses can make more money.

If you have more money, you can enjoy a better life. For example, during the winter and summer vacations, the two can take the children to Beijing and Shanghai by plane, or even travel abroad to expand your children’s horizons. You can invite your children. Better teachers, buy the best clothes, live in the best villas. "

"Furthermore, our cooperation is mutually beneficial. It is only good for you, no harm. You can charge for this pickle. If the customer wants free, continue to eat your previous pickles. If you want to eat it Good pickles, then pay for a small dish.

In this way, pickles can also bring you a profit, and I can promise that if your pickles cannot be sold within five days, then I will unconditionally recycle them. We can even make an agreement. At the beginning, I will provide them for free. Pickles, when the pickles are sold, you will pay me again. "