Rebirth of Chu Wan

After An Lian taught Wan Chuer three punches and kicks this day, she asked her to practice her strength, kicking her legs in his small yard.

Kick forward, side kick, back kick... Wan Chuer gritted her teeth and kicked for an hour before stopping. She also sweated.

An Lian opened the can and handed her a spoon for her to eat.

Wan Chu'er kept her mouth open, didn't she say that she shouldn't eat after strenuous exercise.

She chuckled, then resolutely rejected An Lian, took her coat and left, and secretly put the red envelope on his window sill before leaving.

An Lian looked at the can with the lid opened, a little helpless, opened the lid, but there was no way to go back. Thinking about the scene where Bai Zhixi was mending shoes in the cold wind, he couldn't swallow it.

For these two bottles of canned food, Bai Zhixi had to make up a few pairs of shoes. He thought about it, and decided on Monday, while Wan Chuer was going to school, he would go to Wanjia to see Bai Zhixi.

The fact that Wan Chu'er pointed at the nose and scolded An Lian left a shadow in An Lian’s heart. Subconsciously, he wanted to avoid Wan Chu'er and see Bai Zhixi, even though Wan Chu'er has changed a lot now, and even learns martial arts with him. .

After Wan Chuer arrived home, Bai Zhixi had already prepared things.

Thirty catties of pickles, two catties and two catties were packed in plastic bags, and all the plastic bags were put into a clean plastic bucket.

Bai Zhixi said: "It's easier to carry it in a bucket, and it looks clean and hygienic."

Wan Chu'er nodded, and went straight to carry the bucket, so Bai Zhi couldn't be so heavy.

"Hey, I'll come, I'll come, your child's house, where can you carry it?" Bai Zhixi hurriedly stepped forward to persuade.

Wan Chuer hid from Bai Zhixi, carried the barrel around, then smashed the barrel again with a "boom".

It's too heavy, she can't carry it!

Bai Zhixi couldn't help but laugh, "Say, your child's house, your body hasn't grown well yet, so where is the strength?"

Wan Chuer didn't want Bai Zhixi to carry it by herself. She looked around and found a stick with the thickness of a wrist. The mother and daughter carried the bucket and walked outside.

Bucket is always closer to the direction of Bai Zhixi. When her mother's distressed daughter, Wan Chuer smiled and let her go.

One day, she will shelter Bai Zhixi under her wings.

This time they still went to Wu's noodle restaurant first.

Wu's noodle restaurant is doing pre-opening preparations. The proprietress is wiping the tables, chairs and benches. When she sees Wan Chuer's mother and daughter, she immediately puts the rag in her hand.

He smiled and greeted him, "Oh, you are here, but I have been looking forward to it for several days. If I don't come again, I'm still thinking about where to post a missing person notice."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhixi and Wan Chuer looked at each other, and both of them were happy.

Bai Zhi smiled and asked, "Madam, how are the pickles selling?"

"The few catties of pickles were sold out in just three days. There was no pickles to eat in these two days. Those old customers came and complained." The proprietress crackled and said, "Who would have thought that your pickles are so popular, everyone. It’s said that when you eat noodles, cucumbers are a perfect match."

These days, there are more people eating noodles at their house. Many people just order the pickled cucumbers as soon as they come. Unfortunately, the pickled cucumbers are sold out a long time ago, but the proprietress is anxious.

When eating, noodles and pickles go well with each other.

Wan Chuer remembered such an advertisement and couldn't help but smile.

The lady boss saw it and asked curiously: "Little girl, what are you laughing at?"

Unexpectedly, the proprietress would notice her smiling. Wan Chuer said honestly: "I remembered an ad slogan: When eating, noodles and pickles go better."

"Yes, that's a good sentence!" After the chef heard the movement, Boss Wu walked out. He just happened to hear Wan Chuer's words and couldn't help but compliment.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this sentence was simple and provocative.

Wan Chu'er rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Boss, it's better to write this sentence and paste it in a prominent place in your restaurant."

Boss Wu nodded when he heard, "Good idea, I'll write it now." When he said that, he was going to look for a brush or something.

Seeing the boss’s helplessness, she said aloud: “You said you are in a hurry, the other white sisters are still waiting. I can’t say they have to go to another restaurant, don’t delay others, hurry up and get pickles.”

"Oh, oh." Boss Wu smiled and patted his thigh before apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm just writing in a hurry."

Wan Chuer smiled and said, "Understand and understand."

But it made Boss Wu laugh. This little girl is really interesting. She can understand what, but she can speak very well.

Wu's Noodle House took six catties of pickles this time, and agreed that Bai Zhixi and the others would send another six catties in five days, and the money was settled on the spot.

Bai Zhixi suppressed his excitement. After leaving Wu's noodle restaurant, she couldn't help but say to Wan Chuer: "I didn't expect our pickles to be so popular. I was finally relieved."

When she first started doing this, she just tried to do it. She didn't expect it to be so popular.

Wan Chuer said: "You have to have confidence in the pickles you make. In my heart, the pickles made by my mother are the best pickles in the world."

Bai Zhixi's smile filled her face and said, "This is what your grandma taught me. When I first started, I didn't want to learn it. Fortunately, I learned it, otherwise I can't make it for Chu'er."

In her heart, making money is not as important as what her daughter loves to eat.

Wan Chu'er couldn't help but curled her mouth, feeling warm in her heart.

They went to other restaurants one by one, most of the restaurants sold out the pickles, and they bought them a few kilograms more happily.

But there are also some restaurants that actually have pickles.

For the pickles that were not sold out, Wan Chuer reclaimed it on her own initiative and returned the money to them.

She said flatly to the restaurant owners: "It seems that customers don't like pickles very much, so it won't cause you trouble."

A restaurant that hasn't sold out the pickles, I didn't want much before, but it was two or three kilograms, and it didn't sell out in a week.

Wan Chuer felt that either these restaurants were not doing business in the first place, and no one came to eat; or it was these restaurants that resisted recommending pickles to customers.

If there is no money to earn, then she doesn't need to waste energy on them.

On the way, Bai Zhi said regretfully, "Chu'er, although those restaurants have not sold out the pickles, they said that if they want one or two catties of new pickles, we should give them. One or two catties are also money, and we can make a dollar. "

Wan Chuer shook his head and explained patiently: "These restaurants are not sincere in cooperating with pickles. We don’t lack restaurants that require pickles, and there are still many cooperating restaurants, so there is no need to waste time and energy. Dealing with them, it's hard to say that they still think that our mother and daughter are good for bullying."

Now that her daughter's idea is right, Bai Zhixi feels reasonable after hearing it, so she does what her daughter said.

The 30 catties of pickles they brought when they went out soon sold out. They went home and ran twice. A total of 100 catties of pickles were sold that day, and 10 catties of pickles were recovered.

Wan Chu'er threw the recycled pickles directly into the trash can by the roadside. Bai Zhi sighed with regret, and even felt that it was right not to cooperate with those restaurants anymore.

This time the county hotel ordered ten catties of various pickles at once, and asked Bai Zhixi to deliver them every three days.