Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 411 411. Squeeze everything dry (monthly pass plus 2)

  Wu Qianqian was even more depressed.

  But she couldn't bear to say anything more obedient, so she just picked up another chopstick in resentment:

   "If you don't sell it, you won't sell it. I'll eat three bowls tonight, and it will make your heart ache!"

  Song Tan also sighed sincerely: "Is that so? It really hurts!"

  Everyone: ...

   Somehow, it seems that my heart is much more comfortable.

  But then Song Tan became enthusiastic again: "Come here, try this green pepper beef sauce, it's perfect with rice, noodles and steamed buns!"

   "And this sour cowpea, have you all eaten it at noon? There is absolutely nothing better than mine in the world!"

   "And this dried beans... the stew is delicious!"

   "And this, eggplant—ah no, there aren't enough eggplants to sell, so it's a good idea for you to try it."

   What's not selling enough?

  Everyone was excited for a moment, and then hesitantly looked at the similar dishes that everyone ate with the rice: "You mean, except for eggplant, all these can be sold?"

  Of course!

  Song Tan thought to himself: The Seventh Cousin will be using only meals tonight! They were all picked from the most in stock, she wasn't lying.

  Everyone took another mouthful of rice in silence, and then couldn't help showing secret joy on their faces:

   "Then...does this green pepper beef sauce sell? How much?"

   "How much is this sour cowpea?"

   "What about dried beans, how do you sell dried beans?"

   "By the way, Song Tan, do you still have the pickled green peaches you took at noon?"

   Oops! The kindness of the students is hard to but!

   Song Tan felt sorry for his old classmate.

   That is to say... This wave of leeks, ah, don’t learn, does he grow fast?

   So Song Tan also answered in a very difficult way:

"The stores I recommended to you before are all on sale, but don't buy them. You spent a lot of money today. These things are purely for small profits but quick turnover. I can't offer any more discounts... I'm sorry. , or don’t buy it.”

"No!"

  The squad leader hurriedly waved his hand: "No discount, as long as you have the goods to sell to us-is it really not good for rice?"

   "No," Song Tan was helpless: "And the pickled green peaches you asked about are also not acceptable. Many pregnant women here especially like them. You know, their reactions are relatively strong. Let them leave the last point."

  Pickled green peaches…

  Although everyone hasn’t tasted it yet, for some reason, when they heard that they couldn’t buy it, they remembered its deliciousness more and more.

   Look at the 100 yuan bottle of green pepper beef sauce in the store, the 50 yuan bottle of pure chili sauce, as well as oil soaked peppers, dried cowpeas, etc...

   Forget it, they are all so delicious, what else should I choose? What to buy!

  Wu Qianqian had already acted preemptively. While ordering food, she was spending money in a chic way, and at the same time, after buying everything, she stared blankly at her mobile phone—

  Just... it hasn't even started yet, why is the 5,000 yuan gone again? !

  …

   A meal was eaten very fast, and within half an hour, everyone slumped on their chairs again.

  So much so that it was like holding a mysterious sacrifice, a large group of people circled around the yard in the night to digest food.

   Otherwise, I will drive and walk this mountain road later, and I will probably have to squat on the side of the road and vomit before I reach the urban area.

   For this reason, Song Tan had to ask Qiao Qiao to go to the clinic in the village again, and brought back two boxes of Jianweixiaoshi tablets...

   It’s okay, there are too many cars here today, otherwise the souvenirs I bought wouldn’t fit in.

  The whole family of the old Song family waved at the slowly leaving car, and everyone inside and outside the car felt—

  It was a day full of fulfillment and surprises.

   And it wasn't until this time that Ulan said with distress: "Mr. Xin didn't go downstairs for a whole day in order to hide Qianqian, what a grievance!"

  Song Tan: "??? What is Mom talking about? The air conditioner is blowing comfortably upstairs, where are you wronged?"

  She forbids anyone to dislike rich Qianqian so much!

"Why don't you feel wronged?" Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun shouted down from the balcony railing: "Do you know how many questions Taobao stores have received today? There is also Qiao Qiao showing off his straw mat in the live broadcast room. Now No less than 40 people have come to ask me!"

   "The things we don't have in stock, can you show off a little less, I'm going to dry my mouth just to explain..."

  But Song Tan thought for a while: "You can have straw mats."

  She turned her head to look at Song Youde at the side—satisfied with wine and food, Song Youde who was sitting happily with Seventh Cousin, smoking a cigarette.

   "What are you looking at me for?" Song Youde didn't pay attention to the straw mats or not, but was a little worried: "Our straw is still in the field, no one will steal it at night, right?"

   Seventh Cousin waved his hand: "It shouldn't happen."

  Song Youde slapped his thigh: "Why not? The straw is ready! It can start a fire and lay a chicken coop... No, I have to get it back tomorrow! Let it dry and then pile it up."

   Looking up again, he saw a dark figure lying on the railing on the third floor. He froze for a moment before seeing clearly—

   "Oh, it's Wu Lei, why don't you come down to play? The yard is cool and there are no mosquitoes."

   It is quite strange to say.

  There are really no mosquitoes at home this summer, both in the new house here and in the old house.

  Wu Lei shook his head silently: "I'm not going." He hesitated for a long time before he said aggrievedly: "Sister-in-law, when can I eat the food at home?"

  Give him a bite of the rice tonight, because he didn’t cook anything else, Seventh Cousin even cooked cold noodles for him alone!

  It is very good with vegetables, big fish and meat, but...but everyone in the room is eating so deliciously, his mouth is watering when he smells it.

   In all fairness, his performance today is not bad, right?

   This kind of grievance, he didn't even have time to tell Lili because he was too tired!

  If Lili was here, I don’t know how much I feel sorry for him...

  …

   Asking this question, Ulan also got stuck.

She subconsciously looked at Song Tan on the side, and saw Song Tan also sighed: "Brother Wu Lei, it's not that we treat each other differently. It's actually not easy to make two meals...but uncle and aunt said they must teach you how to endure hardship." , my mother is not willing to let you eat chaff... No, why don't you feel wronged for a while?"

   "When the performance is good next month, I will intercede with my uncle and aunt, and we can resume eating."

   What you said is like painting a cake.

  Wu Lei couldn't wait for a word, and now he took out his cell phone fiercely to accuse his parents of their cruelty, but the call was hung up immediately after the call was made.

  He looked at his phone, then at the people sitting in the yard downstairs, and was silent at the moment.

It wasn't until Qiao Qiao turned on the lights in the yard with a "snap" that Song Tan showed mercy: "Otherwise, it's fine, brother Wu Lei, please don't tell your family—from now on, you will have breakfast with us every day." eat!"

   Otherwise, I have to cook for him alone, why?

  At this moment, Wu Lei only felt moved.

   The rich Qianqian left penniless.

   I fell asleep while writing, and after waking up... ah, ah, I'm so hungry, I need to eat and I have to clean up the house...

   Good night my Australian wintersweet.

  (end of this chapter)