Chapter 182 Bowl Carrying [First Update]

Director Hao could not contain his excitement.

This Qingtang Mountain Cultural Festival is another collaborative event following the Liyu Village event. In addition to promoting Liyu Village this year, the city has also decided to open a commercial street at the foot of Qingtang Mountain. Unlike Liyu Village, which focuses on cultural and creative industries, the commercial street at the foot of Qingtang Mountain will emphasize local specialties.

The city held many meetings on this matter, and various townships were actively promoting their own village's industries. In the end, more than a dozen products were selected, and after a period of packaging and processing, they have finally achieved a certain scale.

Director Hao enthusiastically introduced, "This time, we are taking advantage of the holiday to increase our brand awareness."

After Director Hao said that, Wen's mother hesitated.

"Shall we skip it? It's not really related."

Despite Director Hao's earnest persuasion, Wen's mother remained unmoved.

"Sigh, it would be a shame if you didn't go, there will be fireworks."

Mother Wen:......

After seeing Director Hao off, Wen's mother seemed lost in thought.

Just then, Wen Fan came out of the kitchen. As the weather got hot, she started to crave something cool again. Carefully watching her mother's expression, she secretly took two ice cubes from the refrigerator and put them into the cola disguised as herbal tea, taking a quiet sip.

That feels so good!

During the hot days, Ji Baiyi brought a lot of herbal tea slices from home and boiled a big pot of them. Anyone in the shop liked to get a cup. No one knew if it was because the herbs were good, but after a while, although everyone was tired, no one complained of feeling unwell.

Only Wen Fan disliked drinking hot herbal tea, always finding it too hot. She was often watched by her mother while drinking it, and if her mother wasn't looking for a second, she would sneak a sip.

After drinking the iced beverage, Wen's mother made her decision.

"We'll start our holiday the day after tomorrow."

Wen Fan:? ?

Why the sudden announcement of a holiday?

How many days should it be stored?

She'll be starting school soon.

Wen's mother glanced at her daughter, and Wen Fan guiltily tried to hide the cola with ice behind her back. Before she could hide it properly, Wen's mother took it away. Wen's mother didn't nag, but put it aside and took another cup to serve her daughter some herbal tea.

He handed the hot, cold tea to his dejected daughter: "Leave it for five days."

...

Director Hao got up early that morning and went to the site full of energy. With the Qixi Festival approaching, the commercial street at the foot of Qingtang Mountain was about to open, and Director Hao was now spending most of his energy on this.

As the car drove along the road, the assistant beside him couldn't help but exclaim, "When has our city ever been this lively?"

Out-of-town cars filled the streets and alleys, even the buses were packed. Not to mention, some young people were walking on the street taking pictures with their phones, instantly making the city vibrant and energetic.

Director Hao was also pleased: "Take it slow, things will get better in the future."

As the two were lamenting, Director Hao's phone rang as if it were a matter of life and death.

After answering the phone and listening to what the other person said, Director Hao said "Ah," hung up, and then told us to turn around.

"Director, are we not going to Qingtang Mountain?"

Director Hao said urgently, "Why go to Qingtang Mountain? Go to Wenji! No, go to their house!"

"Is there something you need?"

"...Wenji has closed down."

Director Hao never expected that his initial sense of accomplishment would vanish so quickly; now he was filled with anxiety. On the other end of the phone were street officials from Wenji's neighborhood.

Why did the door suddenly close?

Street staff also complained: "They said yesterday that they would be closing down, and I thought it was just a one-day break. But when I came this morning, I saw a notice posted on the door saying that it would be closed for five days."

Five days!

Director Hao felt a wave of dizziness. On his way to Wen Ji, he checked his phone and saw discussions already underway on local accounts. Aside from questions about why it was closed, the rest were all complaints. Many even said they came specifically for Wen Ji.

If you had told me you were closing earlier, I wouldn't have booked a ticket!

Director Hao's phone kept ringing, but he had no interest in checking it. When he arrived at Wenji, he indeed saw the closed shop door and several storefronts with their shutters pulled down.

This is outrageous!

After finding out the Wen family's address, they went to block their door. Wen's parents were finally enjoying their rest time when someone knocked on their door before 10 o'clock.

When the door opened, Director Hao stood there with a resentful expression.

Why aren't you open today?

Wen's mother ushered them into the house, saying, "You're too tired, take a rest."

Director Hao: ...

A break? No way!

They tried to reason with Mr. and Mrs. Wen in a polite and amicable manner, but the core message was always the same: the door couldn't be closed!

"...We can talk to you about any difficulties we have, and we'll do our best to help solve them."

This was the first time Wen's mother had run her business like this, with people chasing her to her house to urge her to open the door.

She was both amused and exasperated: "Xiao Fan will be a senior in high school soon. She's working so hard studying, I want her to rest for a few days. Isn't there an event at Qingtang Mountain in a few days? I'd like to take her there."

Director Hao was even more helpless, not expecting that he had anything to do with this.

“I understand how you feel, but our city really values ​​this time period. You know that Qixi Festival is coming soon. If we close this time, we're afraid that none of our usual tourists will come... Can we resume business? Even if it's just for a short period of one day.”

Director Hao tried his best to persuade her, but Wen Fan was oblivious to what was going on. As it was getting late, she casually made some snacks in the kitchen.

Director Hao had been running around since early morning and came to the Wen family without having breakfast. He had spent a lot of time talking and was getting hungrier and hungrier. Just then, he smelled a tempting aroma and Wen Fan brought over a tray.

"...What is this?"

Director Hao clearly saw a pile of empty bowls, each containing a red chili sauce.

Wen Fan took out a small knife and deftly sliced ​​away the thick, translucent, tea-colored powder adhering to the bowl.

"Bowl holder".

Before Director Hao could even process what was happening, his hand had already reached out to catch it.

The presentation of the bowl-shaped pastries suddenly became enticing after they were cut open. Wen Fan made two kinds: one with wheat flour and the other with buckwheat flour. The wheat flour bowl-shaped pastries were delicate and smooth, and before they were cut open, they looked like they were covered with a layer of white cream, with a soft and glossy appearance. The buckwheat flour ones were a bit grayish, but equally springy.

Wen Fan took out all the bowls in the house and made them into bowl holders, and gave everyone a fork.

The thick, chewy bowl base is pierced with a fork, dipped in the sauce, and eaten as if it were a salty jelly. A touch of chili oil makes it even more fragrant than the chili oil in cold noodles, with a burnt, salty, and spicy flavor. A small serving, cool and refreshing to beat the summer heat.

After finishing his meal, Director Hao sighed and offered a compromise: "Five days is really not feasible, how about you bring some snacks?"

This bowl holder is great; it's simple, delicious, and keeps you cool.

Wen's mother looked at her daughter, and Wen Fan shrugged, meaning it was okay.

“…Then let’s make the arrangements.”

After receiving a word from Wen's mother, Director Hao left with a heavy heart.

Having no other option, Wen's mother could only call Yao Qingqin.

Yao Qingqin arrived quickly, and then Wen's mother asked her if she would like to expand the food stall.

Yao Qingqin: "...Sister Yingzhi, to be honest, I've had this idea for a while now."

Seeing that Wenji's business was getting better and better, Yao Qingqin was worried that Wen's mother would cut down the snack stall directly. After all, compared with the sales of the store, the income from the snack stall was too little and troublesome.

Yes, she can sell tens of thousands of yuan a month, but Wenji can easily sell tens of thousands of yuan worth of gift boxes now, so why would she care about such a small amount of money?

However, Yao Qingqin was worried that it would sound bad if she said it out loud. After all, it was called profit sharing now, but in reality, she was the one benefiting. Otherwise, where would Wen's mother find people to make snacks?

Hesitating like this, Yao Qingqin kept all her thoughts to herself.

Now that her mother had asked, she felt relieved.

Wen's mother was straightforward and directly asked her if she could come up with tens of thousands of yuan to rent a storefront.

“There are just too many people at the entrance right now. If it’s convenient for you, you can rent a room. We’ll sign a contract this time. For items without technical barriers, you can handle the whole process. For items with technical barriers, we’ll provide processed ingredients… The snack shop needs to display the Wenji brand name. Correspondingly, there’s no such thing as exclusivity. We also sell in our shop, but you’ll handle all the processing, and you’ll be responsible for the expenses of the snack shop.”

Yao Qingqin's eyes lit up: "No problem!"

Wen's mother smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll just find a lawyer to draft the contract and leave everything else to me. Oh, by the way, I'll send out a few items in the next few days. Do you have time?"

Yao Qingqin was full of energy, so how could she say she was too busy?

Making bowl-shaped cakes doesn't require much skill, and Yao Qingqin quickly learned how.

So the next day, Wenji posted an explanation on his account.

Zhuangmo (a type of steamed bun), Wantuo (a type of steamed bun), and rolled liangpi (cold skin noodles), as well as some crayfish gift boxes, are all sold at the snack stalls.

Although some people were still dissatisfied with Wenji's arrangements, at least they were able to eat there.

After taking a few days off, Wen Fan welcomed the Qixi Festival.

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Author's note: I want to change the update time. I will try to update earlier these days... I hope to reverse it and update during the day from now on.