Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 204 204. Do you want white fungus?

  Xiao Feng wandered around the pickup truck, unable to make up his mind.

  And Song Tan didn't notice that anyone was struggling with his handful of onions at all. She earned a lot of money yesterday, and once the plan to attract fishers is implemented, there will be positive feedback (successful delivery of goods), which can be regarded as a high-spirited and satisfied spirit.

   No, when the customers were hesitating and struggling to rob, and the inventory was running out, the vegetable vendor next door came over:

   Good guy! Three taels of green onions sell for 20 yuan, which is more than 60 yuan per catty? Local shallots are also sold at the price of Chinese toon.

and…

   "You are going too far, why don't you clean up the onions?"

   There is still a little dirt on the white beard, and you can tell that it has just been pulled out of the ground. How heavy the scale is!

  Song Tan's smile remained unchanged: "Come here? It's more than three or two."

  Vegetable vendor: …

   "Come on, come on!"

  He angrily took out his mobile phone to transfer money.

   Turning around, I saw the juicy coriander and Nepeta, paused, and then continued to transfer the money to her: "Pick me a Nepeta, I will use it to fry thousands of sheets of tofu at noon."

  Buy everything, just buy everything.

  The vegetable vendor hesitated, then transferred another 60 yuan, and picked garlic sprouts and coriander.

  One hundred and twenty dollars worth of vegetables add up to be so light and flimsy for a small bag, and the vegetable vendors are particularly disgusted:

   "It's not enough to fry a plate."

   It is also because of this reason that today's vegetables are selling a little slower.

   At this moment, a shy voice came:

   "Don't fry it directly, it's too wasteful. Shallots can be fried with scallion oil noodles, one or two at a time is enough, the flavor of this onion is very positive."

   "Coriander can also be used as a sauce, and boiled beef can be eaten as a dip."

  The vegetable vendor turned around, only to see a fair-skinned young woman standing aside, staring at Song Tan's pickup truck with a bit of embarrassment.

  Song Tan's eyes lit up: "Okay! You are so good! Tell me quickly, if there is any other way to save food, I will post it in the group."

  What happened to twenty yuan and three liang? It's not much more expensive, how can you not buy it because it's not a serious dish.

   Fairy Tan Tan was very disappointed with this progress this morning.

  Xiao Feng thought about it for more than half an hour, and seeing that the vegetables were almost sold out, he couldn't help but speak up.

  Seeing that the vegetable seller smiled very kindly, her uneasiness was relieved by two points, so she asked now:

   "Is this a vegetable grown by your family?"

"yes."

   "Then how much did your family grow? Do you sell it in the vegetable market every day?"

  Song Tan shook his head: "There are not many acres of land in total. Sometimes I come to sell it, and if I don't have it, forget it, not necessarily."

  Xiao Feng's fiery heart, which had just been ignited, became cold for the most part in an instant.

  She hesitated for a long time before deciding to turn her career direction to Hanamaki—the big deal is that there will be fewer green onions, and the price will be more expensive. Nowadays everyone is picky about food, as long as it tastes good, it should be fine if it is slightly more expensive.

   It's because the vegetable seller is unstable, she can't sell rolls, one is delicious and the other is not, right?

  That is to damage word of mouth.

  But she has witnessed the attractiveness of the flower roll this morning, and she is not willing to give up now.

  After thinking about it, he finally asked:

   "Are there wholesale prices?"

   Before Song Tan answered, the vegetable vendor beside him was full of depression:

   "Big sister, look at me, I'll sell vegetables next to her! If there are wholesale prices, why should I guard my own small vegetable stall? It's already flourishing."

  Xiao Feng looked at Song Tan, but saw that the other party also nodded slightly at her.

  She was depressed again in an instant.

  I knew in my heart that I was going to go, but I couldn't lift my steps no matter what.

  She thought of Xuan Xuan.

  Xuanxuan is only in elementary school, and he already feels that life is difficult. What about waiting until junior high school or high school, or when the child goes to college?

  The older she gets, the less she can do.

  The skill of selling steamed buns has never improved, and I can’t take care of my children’s life when I do other things...

   Always try it!

  Xiao Feng then turned around and pointed to the remaining chives in the basket:

   "How many are left? I'll take them all."

   "By the way, are you still selling it tomorrow? Can you make an order?"

   Now, the vegetable vendor was a little surprised.

  Xiao Feng's attire is so plain that it couldn't be more plain. Although he is young and fair, 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 20 in this basket, adding up to six or seven catties!"

  Xiao Feng did not hide it:

   "I'm going to take it back to make flower rolls. One tael can have five or six scallions. Put a little less chopped green onion. One tael is enough to make a cage."

   "When there are many green onions, wash them, drain the water, cut them into chopped green onions, put them in a fresh-keeping bag, seal them, and freeze them. When you eat them again, the taste will not change much except that you can't stir-fry them in an oil pan."

  Or directly made into flower rolls and frozen, but their freezer is a bit small, so don’t consider this, let’s eat fresh.

  She planned it well: "It's just right to accumulate it over time and use it when you don't have any."

   "One day if there is no more, I will sell the steamed buns directly. They all say that our steamed buns are good."

   Baozi is really planning to give up, Xiao Feng is self-aware: she really has no talent for making stuffing.

   It has been sold for so long, but the response is mediocre. For a person who loves to cook, it's actually quite frustrating.

   Now, she has the courage to take a prototype.

   Xiao Feng really worked **** how to save money and eat fresh and good food. With this short turn around, she was even planning to increase the price of the rolls to three yuan each.

  The vegetable vendor was dumbfounded:

   "Big sister, you are too honest, I didn't think about asking these..."

  Xiao Feng pursed his lips and smiled: "Then I can't hide it. Anyone who has tasted delicious food in your family knows it. But my hair is good. They can't compare."

  Maybe it was the enthusiasm among the neighbors this morning that made her regain her confidence, or maybe the taste of the rolls was so touching.

  At this moment, Xiao Feng is full of confidence when speaking, and seems to have a particularly entrepreneurial passion.

  Song Tan was also quite surprised.

  She has sold a lot of vegetables in this vegetable market, and some restaurants have come to inquire several times, but firstly, they heard that it is not of a large scale, and secondly, there is no wholesale price, and finally they all disappeared.

  Really speaking, Zhu Cheng's client is more courageous, and Zi Yunying dares to ask for it.

   But really counting, Xiao Feng is the first local wholesaler.

   After thinking about it like this, her eyes showed appreciation, which made Xiao Feng stunned for a moment, thinking that this young girl looked at her strangely.

   Then the other party smiled:

   "I only sell flower rolls, isn't it a bit monotonous? Do you sell desserts? Do you sell white fungus soup?"

   Xiao Feng: I am a mediocre bun seller, but I never expected to reach the pinnacle of my life by relying on high-priced scallion fried rolls and sweet soup.

   —More on that later.

  (end of this chapter)