Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 204 - . Do you want silver ear fungus_1
Chapter 204: 204. Do you want silver ear fungus?_1
Chapter 204: 204. Do you want silver ear fungus?_1
Xiaofeng circled the pickup truck, unable to make up her mind.
Meanwhile, Song Tan was unaware that someone was agonizing over her bunch of scallions. She had earned a good sum of money yesterday, and her plan to attract the regular fish buyers had received positive feedback (successful product endorsement), leaving her feeling quite pleased and proud.
By the time the customers had gone through hesitation, struggle, and scrambling, with the stock nearly gone, the neighboring vegetable seller finally approached:
Good grief! Twenty bucks for three ounces of scallions, that’s over sixty per pound? The local mini red onions are even selling at the price of toon sprouts.
And moreover…
“You’re going a bit too far, aren’t you? Why haven’t you cleaned up the scallions yet?”
There was still a slight bit of dirt on the white roots, clearly just pulled from the ground, which surely added some weight!
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Song Tan’s smile remained the same, “Want a bunch? It’s a little over three ounces.”
Vegetable seller: …
“I’ll take it!”
He huffed and pulled out his phone to make the transfer.
Turning his head, he saw the watercress and shepherd’s purse, paused for a moment, and continued the transaction: “Pick a bunch of shepherd’s purse for me; I’ll stir-fry it with tofu skin for lunch.”
If you’re buying already, might as well buy everything.
The vegetable seller hesitated and hesitated, then proceeded to transfer another sixty bucks, picking both the garlic sprouts and watercress as well.
A total of one hundred and twenty bucks for vegetables, just a light little bundle, the vegetable seller was particularly disdainful:
“It’s not even enough for one dish.”
It was for this reason that today’s sales were a bit slower.
Just then, a shy voice came through:
“Don’t just fry them directly, it’s too wasteful. You can make scallion oil noodles with small scallions, just a couple of strands each time, the scallion flavor is especially authentic.”
“The cilantro can be used as a dipping sauce for boiled beef.”
The vegetable seller turned around, only to see a fair-skinned young woman standing by, gazing longingly at Song Tan’s pickup truck, with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Song Tan’s eyes lit up: “Nice! You’re so good at this! Quick, tell me more about these thrifty tips, I’ll post them in the group.”
What’s wrong with twenty bucks for three ounces? It isn’t that much more expensive, and why shouldn’t one buy just because it isn’t a staple vegetable?
Fairy Tantan was quite disappointed with this morning’s progress.
After pondering for over half an hour and seeing that the vegetables were almost sold out, Xiaofeng finally couldn’t hold back and came over to speak.
Seeing that the vegetable-selling girl was smiling so amiably, she felt somewhat reassured, and asked:
“Are these vegetables grown by your own family?”
“Yes.”
“So how much have you planted? Do you sell at the market every day?”
Song Tan shook her head, “We don’t have that many acres, sometimes we come to sell, other times we don’t, it’s not certain.”
The fiery enthusiasm that had just sparked in Xiaofeng was instantly cooled down considerably.
After much hesitation, she decided to switch her career focus to steamed stuffed buns—just use fewer scallions, sell for a bit more. These days, everyone is picky about what they eat; so long as the flavor is good, a little higher price shouldn’t be a problem.
It’s this instability in selling vegetables; she couldn’t have some buns taste good and others not, could she?
That would ruin her reputation.
Yet, she had witnessed the allure of the buns this morning, and now she couldn’t bear to give them up.
After much thought, she finally asked:
“Do you have a wholesale price?”
Before Song Tan could reply, the neighboring vegetable seller intervened with a gloomy face:
“Big sister, just look at me, I’m selling vegetables right beside her! If there were wholesale prices, why would I bother with my own little stall? I’d have made it big time by now.”
Xiaofeng looked towards Song Tan, only to see her nodding slightly at her.
She felt dejected in an instant.
Her heart knew it was time to go, but her feet just wouldn’t lift off the ground no matter what.
She thought of Xuanxuan.
Xuanxuan was just in elementary school, and she already felt the financial strain. What would she do when he reached middle school, high school, or college?
As she got older, the things she could do would decrease.
Her skills in making steamed buns never really improved, and trying something else wouldn’t allow her to look after her child’s needs…
She had to try something at least!
So Xiaofeng turned around and pointed to the remaining green onions in the basket:
“How much is left? I’ll take it all.”
“By the way, will you be selling tomorrow? Can I place a preorder?”
The vegetable vendor was somewhat surprised this time.
Xiaofeng’s attire was as plain as could be. Although young and fair-skinned, one could see the weariness in her.
She was definitely not someone who would normally afford the veggies from Song Tan’s family.
He looked astonished: “There are more than twenty bunches left in this basket, adding up to around six or seven pounds!”
Xiaofeng didn’t hide her intentions:
“I plan to take them back and make stuffed buns. With one or two onions, I can make five or six pieces; if I use fewer green onions, one or two would be enough for a steamer full.”
“When there are more onions, I wash and drain them, chop them up, put them in a zipper bag, seal it, and freeze them. The taste doesn’t change much when you use them later, except you can’t sauté them in oil.”
Or she could directly make the stuffed buns and freeze them too, but their freezer at home was a bit small, so she didn’t consider this option. Better to eat them fresh.
She had a well-thought-out plan: “Slowly accumulating this way, when there’s none left, it’ll be just right to use.”
“And if one day we completely run out, I’ll just sell plain buns – everyone says our buns are really good.”
Xiaofeng was giving up on steamed buns with a clear conscience, knowing her limits: she truly had no talent for seasoning the filling.
After selling for so long, the feedback was just mediocre. For someone who loved cooking, it was actually quite disheartening.
Now, she was gathering her courage, with a plan already starting to take shape.
It took some real effort from Xiaofeng to figure out how to save money yet eat fresh and tasty food. In that short turn, she had even planned to raise the price of her stuffed buns to three yuan each.
The vegetable vendor was dumbstruck:
“Big sister, you’re being too honest, aren’t you? I wasn’t asking about all that…”
Xiaofeng smiled with pursed lips: “Well, I can’t hide it, can I? Everyone knows your vegetables taste great. But my dough rises well. They can’t compete with that.”
Perhaps it was the morning’s enthusiastic support from her neighbors that restored her confidence, or maybe it was just that the stuffed buns tasted exceptionally appealing.
At this moment, Xiaofeng spoke with full confidence, appearing particularly passionate about entrepreneurship.
Song Tan was quite surprised as well.
She had been selling vegetables at this market for some time; several restaurants had inquired about her produce, but they all backed off after learning she wasn’t operating on a large scale and didn’t offer wholesale prices.
In fact, when it comes down to it, it was the Zhucheng client who had more guts, daring to order a thousand pounds of Milk Vetch.
But in truth, Xiaofeng was the first local wholesaler.
Thinking it over, Song Tan’s gaze showed a hint of admiration, which made Xiaofeng feel a bit awkward as the young lady looked at her strangely.
Then Song Tan smiled and said:
“Selling just stuffed buns, isn’t that a bit too monotone? Do you sell desserts? How about silver ear mushroom soup?”
