Modern-day food blogger Jiang Yue had transmigrated into a novel. She became a vicious supporting female character in an era novel, one who was beautiful but good for nothing!
She had just go...
"Not for now!" Jiang Yue had originally cooked such a big pot of tea eggs intending to sell them in the county town tomorrow.
Jiang Yue's tea eggs had been sold for a few days and not a single customer had complained that they were not tasty. Whenever she went there every other day, there would be people waiting to buy her tea eggs.
The eggs in the pot were bought secretly by Jiang Yue from his fellow villagers at the market. No egg ticket was required and the price was not expensive.
But now that Gu Ye is back, Jiang Yue can only temporarily suspend business as she can't come up with a reason to explain how the pot of tea eggs disappeared.
Jiang Yue felt a little painful at the thought of not being able to continue making money. She was still optimistic about the prospects of her small business.
If I tell others about this, I'm afraid no one would believe it. Jiang Yue had only been in business for four or five days, and he had already made more than 40 yuan just by selling French fries.
Potatoes cost five cents a pound, and sweet potatoes cost six cents a pound. On average, one pound can produce six or seven servings of French fries, and each serving costs 12 cents, which is a considerable profit.
As for tea eggs, Jiang Yue was unable to supply them in large quantities because eggs were hard to buy, and coupled with the high costs, he did not make much money.
However, Jiang Yue was not too depressed. Even if Gu Ye didn't come back today, her French fries would not be sold for a few days because French fries need oil to be fried, and she had almost used up all the cooking oil at home.
You also need tickets to buy cooking oil.
Jiang Yue considered that if she wanted to continue to supply French fries, in addition to purchasing large quantities of potatoes and sweet potatoes, she would also have to have a source of cooking oil, but this was quite difficult.
At that time, Gu Ye was sitting in the yard, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.