Chapter 46: Door-to-Door Sales

About a month later, Song Rushuang, the godparent, really came to the village again.

Old Mrs. Song welcomed her into the house.

"You're here, so why are you carrying so many things?"

Without her work clothes, the woman looked about twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

Today I am wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, which makes me look fresh and comfortable.

Lin Bing smiled:

"Of course, it's for my goddaughter."

If it were in the past, Lin Bing would never have thought that he would adopt a goddaughter in such a short time.

But somehow, after she returned, Song Rushuang's smile always appeared in her mind.

She really wanted to see her.

Old Mrs. Song probably didn't expect Lin Bing to be so straightforward.

The moment Song Rushuang saw Lin Bing, she was somewhat shocked.

To be honest, when she was there, Song Rushuang thought the matter of adopting a godchild was just a polite remark.

Who would have thought she was serious?

In just a moment of stunned time, Lin Bing had already walked closer.

Seeing her staring at him in a daze, Lin Bing felt a little disappointed:

"Oh, is it because I haven't been here for too long that this little guy forgot about me?"

Duan Dinglan, who was sitting beside him, smiled softly:

"No, children always have good memories."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Rushuang stretched out a pair of hands as smooth as glutinous rice flour lotus roots towards Lin Bing.

"numb!"

This was not the first time she had made such a clear sound.

But it was the first time that Lin Bing heard of it.

He stood there in a daze, as if struck by thunder.

"Sister Duan, did you hear that?!"

It was probably not her hallucination, she actually heard such a young child speaking.

Duan Dinglan, who was standing by, was not that shocked.

Over the past month, Song Rushuang's performance has been much more advanced than it is now.

She went from being shocked at first to gradually becoming numb.

So she felt that what happened just now was very normal.

Duan Dinglan's mind moved, and then he slowly said:

"Sister Lin, she's calling you."

For a moment, Lin Bing felt that his heart was about to explode into a ball of colorful fireworks.

She trembled as she took off the gold bracelet that had been prepared for her.

"Sister Duan, since you said so, then I have definitely chosen this child. This bracelet has been with me for decades. I have worn it since I was born. Now, I have given it to Xiaoqi."

Duan Dinglan was startled.

"You can't do that. It's such a valuable thing!"

I already thought it was valuable, and after hearing the meaning of this bracelet, I was even more hesitant to accept it.

On the other side, Song Rushuang was communicating with Xiao Ai through her consciousness.

"How about this bracelet?"

Xiao Ai's mechanical voice slowly sounded:

"999 pure gold, pure karat gold, absolutely perfect."

Three black lines slid down Song Rushuang's forehead.

"I mean, why would she give me such a precious bracelet?"

"Isn't it obvious? Because you, host, are so cute. I can sense that she likes you very much."

The liking people have for her is an atmosphere deliberately created by the Song family.

It also has its own purpose.

I just hope that the law enforcement team will not cause trouble for the Song family in the future.

It's already a bit embarrassing to acknowledge someone as a godparent, so how can I accept such a valuable thing from them?

Xiao Ai said:

"Actually, you can accept her. This girl has a high status and position. If the host makes friends with her, it will be of great benefit to both you and the Song family."

Song Rushuang's heart moved.

She doesn't care about anything that benefits her.

But if it could bring some positive impact to the Song family, she would have to be tempted.

Lin Bing waved her hand and said to Duan Dinglan seriously:

"Sister Duan, I know the Song family isn't a money-hungry family. I'm not looking down on you by leaving this bracelet to you, but I've made up my mind about Xiao Qi."

After a pause, her gentle gaze fell directly on Song Rushuang.

"I really like this child. If you think I'm a good enough person to be Xiaoqi's godmother, just keep this bracelet and give it to her when she grows up."

She has said so much, if Duan Dinglan refuses again, it would be really ungrateful.

While she was undecided, Old Lady Song simply lifted the door curtain and walked in.

"Ding Lan, I think Comrade Xiao Lin is a good girl. It would be perfect for her to be Xiao Qi's godmother. Just agree to it."

Under such circumstances, even Old Lady Song had spoken, so Duan Dinglan had no reason to refuse.

It was reasonable for her to collect the gold bracelet.

After finishing this matter, Lin Bing thought of another important matter.

She quickly said to Old Lady Song and Duan Dinglan, "Aunt Song, Sister Duan, I came here today because I have an important matter to discuss with you."

Old Mrs. Song’s eyes suddenly widened.

"What? Did the neighbor report us again?"

Lin Bing was stunned, then shook his head in a helpless manner:

"It's not about this, nor is it a bad thing, but I want to ask for your opinion."

Since it wasn't a bad thing, Old Mrs. Song could finally rest assured.

"It's about that green plum sauce. I want to sign a long-term contract with you. You'll be responsible for the delivery every month, and I'll be responsible for the payment. How about it?"

"How much do you want?"

"At least 500 bottles a month,"

After a pause, she added, "Of course, it's not limited to green plum sauce. If you can make other sauces, I'll take them all."

The green plum jam that Old Mrs. Song gave them before was only made for her own family. She never thought that someone would actually spend money to buy it.

She was even more worried that even if she sold these sauces to Lin Bing, they would end up in her hands.

Since Lin Bing has become Xiaoqi's godparent, he is now a member of the Song family.

The old lady had to think about her.

"Comrade Kobayashi..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Lin Bingqian interrupted her: "Isn't that too formal? Just call me Bingbing."

"Okay, Bingbing, I'll be frank. If you want this jam, I can make it for you, but it's something every household can make. If no one buys it, you'll end up with nothing, which would be bad."

She was always sincere, and Lin Bing was more or less touched.

"Why would you think that? It's not like I haven't tried the jam you make before. Apart from anything else, the taste is truly amazing. I'm worried that the five hundred bottles a month won't be enough."

Lin Bing knew the old lady's worries.

But she's not really doing charity.

She felt that the old lady was being too self-deprecating towards herself.

It is no exaggeration to say that

That green plum jam was truly the most delicious jam she had ever tasted in her life.