Song Tan Jishi

   "It's not the same." The squad leader looked anxiously at the person who was about to cut the last two melons. At this moment, he was distracted to answer in order to make himself less greedy:

   "Song Tan's family is cutting rice tomorrow, and everyone plans to take the children there to see it. There is no such farmland in other places for us to take the children to waste!"

  He is quite self-aware. Taking the children out to play these days is a waste of time and effort. A quality family is fine, and those who have no quality must waste some things.

  So Song Tan agreed so easily, everyone really appreciates it.

   "You guys are stupid!"

  Wu Qianqian was so angry that she was about to jump up: "Her family cuts rice, you went to help, and you are still grateful to her? Are you uncomfortable playing with the air conditioner at home on a hot day?"

   This made everyone unable to understand Wu Qianqian.

  You say you, if you really don't like Song Tan, you bombard her from the beginning to the end!

  Why are you spending money like crazy while saying you don’t like it?

   Is it possible that such a good watermelon should be bought with you?

   Besides, you, Wu Qianqian, are not married yet, so how do you know the difficulty of raising and educating their children?

   Don’t they know how cool it is to play with mobile phones while blowing on the air conditioner at home? It also depends on whether the children in the family agree or not, and whether the school teachers agree on the pictorials, homework, etc...

  Everyone secretly looked at each other and felt that Wu Qianqian was quite distorted, as if talking bad about Song Tan made everyone hate her, which made it seem like she spent more money to take care of her old classmates.

   I don’t understand.

  …

  Twilight clouds are gradually rising in the sky, and the sunset glow reflects a magnificent orange-purple in the blue sky.

  The waiter opened the door and came in, subconsciously took a deep breath—not to mention anything else, why does the watermelon smell so good in this room!

   Then I came back to my senses: "I think we have a lot of people, do you want to order food now? Can it be served at seven o'clock?"

  The squad leader finally realized: "Yes! Order. We ordered some of the dishes that came first, and discussed the rest that you didn't order."

  However, everyone sat on the chair and waved their hands: "Don't order it, don't order it... Now my stomach is full of water, and I can hear the sound of watermelon juice even if I shake it, I can't eat it anymore."

   Not really.

  20 watermelons, 20 adults, the children didn’t eat too much, an average of one whole per person—not too little.

  The monitor himself is quite full, but...

   "Order." He handed over the menu: "This farm meal is quite famous, and besides, watermelon is not very hungry, just serve it later."

   "By the way, you guys are not in a hurry to leave? You see, our old classmate also sponsored wine, so you can't have two drinks in the evening?"

  As soon as he said this, many people in the crowd raised their hands: "Squad leader, it's not that we don't cooperate, isn't this still driving?"

   "Please drive, please drive - thanks for not drinking Bai Lai's wine!"

  Everyone was laughing and laughing, and then they discussed and ordered the dishes.

   Instead, the manager who was walking back and forth in the corridor saw the waiter backing out again, and asked, "What's the matter? Are you still ordering here?"

   "No," the waiter showed her the menu, and the manager frowned: "Just twenty or thirty people ordering this?"

  The waitress is quite happy—there are few dishes and it’s easy to clean up.

"Before I ate 20 watermelons in one go, my dear! I don't know why that watermelon is so delicious. I wish I could have one for each person. I can still smell the smell when I go in. It's so sweet...cough, I'm full I don’t even want to order food anymore.”

  The manager didn't speak, and asked after a while: "Who brought the watermelon? Ask around. If it's really good, our restaurant will also bring in some fruit-cut plates."

  The waiter still had an impression, so he said at this moment: "A young girl came here in a pickup truck—how about I go in and ask you?"

   "Ask." The manager took out a business card from his pocket: "Tell her to send an extra dessert tonight."

  Song Tan who received the business card was also surprised.

  The main purpose of her coming here is these old classmates, but she didn't expect that the old classmates would take a fancy to this farmer's meal before they actually placed an order.

  But they are probably not willing to use their own fruit to cut fruit plates. But the other party is so sincere...

  She also walked out of the room, and saw the middle-aged female manager with her hair combed to every detail looking at her kindly:

   "Hello, I heard that our watermelon is very delicious. I don't know where it is usually sold? Is the quantity large? Our hotel also wants to buy it and try it to see if it can make customers more satisfied."

  Song Tan smiled: "There are watermelons, but the price in our house is a bit expensive, so it may not be worthwhile for you to make a fruit plate."

  The manager didn't even raise his eyebrows: "It's okay, our fruits and dishes are selected from the best, regardless of the cost."

   "You can just say what price you want."

  Song Tan: …

   Regardless of cost?

  She nodded: "20 a catty."

   "What?" The other party didn't respond.

   "I said watermelon, 20 catties."

   This made the manager, who was full of confidence just now, tremble in his heart—you sell ginseng fruit! 20 pounds? Is there any such business? !

Alas, this is how new customers come here. Song Tan is familiar with this process now: "Don't think it's expensive first, just look at how happy my classmates are eating just now. You get what you pay for. It makes sense. So..."

  She also took out her mobile phone and handed over the QR code: "Otherwise, let's add friends, and I'll send you links to our online store and local group buying first."

   "Tomorrow, our family will have a rice cutting project. We will pack a lunch here. If you have time, you can come and have fun and try our farm food."

manager:…

  She scanned the QR code numbly, and then watched Song Tan push the door in as if nothing had happened, and couldn't help being in a daze for a moment:

  The current suppliers... are all so good?

  …

   But here, Wu Qianqian spent the most money and ate the least amount of melons, but she still wanted to see Song Tan chatting happily in front of everyone, and she became more and more angry.

  At this moment, I couldn't help asking: "Song Tan, you, are you really not related to my ex-boyfriend?"

   "Obviously you don't know each other, why did he go to your house as soon as he broke up with me?"

   What you said is really ambiguous, everyone look at Song Tan's face, and then think about the conditions Wu Qianqian described for her ex-boyfriend...

   Tsk tsk tsk.

   "I don't know that." Song Tan also said so innocently.

   "I just wanted to find a tutor for my younger brother, and I asked in my client group—he bought wild vegetables from my family at that time, and said he could do it himself. So I hired it."

   "You also know that it is easy to find a tutor, but it is not easy to find a teacher who is willing to go to the poor mountain village to teach with our family Qiao Qiao during his time."

   "Besides, he is studying professionally. Should I do everything possible to keep him?"

   "Don't worry, Qianqian, I'm not that kind of person. Besides, I really want to find someone who is good at cutting rice. Your ex-boyfriend...not very good."

  It's the end of the month, that monthly pass...let's just say...don't waste it...