Chapter 11, Stewed Chicken and Sold Chicken

He was so quick and efficient that he weighed two fish in no time.

"Here, a total of 8.8 jins. It's a good sign. I won't let you weigh it." But thinking that it would not sound good, An Qianqian smiled and said, "Mother-in-law, just give me 43.8 yuan in total."

The mother-in-law also reacted immediately and said with a smile: "Okay, thank you young lady."

After giving the money, my mother-in-law weighed the two chickens in her hands and found them heavy enough.

An Qianqian also thanked her mother-in-law for taking care of the business. "If the food tastes good, I will sell it here tomorrow." Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival and she does not intend to miss this opportunity.

"Okay, if it tastes good, I'll come buy it again tomorrow." The mother-in-law replied happily.

Taking the chicken, she didn't buy any other vegetables and went home to stew the chicken first.

Anyway, her house is on Qingshan Street, so it's very convenient to go back and forth.

After my mother-in-law left, another person couldn't resist the temptation and bought one.

This time, four chickens were sold, and the profit was very gratifying.

You know, people nowadays only earn a little over a hundred yuan a month.

Some workers only earn 70 or 80 yuan.

A chicken costs half a month's salary, which is really a luxury.

As the chicken soup becomes more and more flavorful, people passing by will stop to ask for its flavor.

During this time, two more were sold.

By noon, almost half of the chickens had been sold, and the chicken had already been stewed into a mushy mess, with the soup becoming even brighter in color.

Of course, the smell also alarmed the diners in the restaurant.

People who go into a restaurant to eat usually have some financial resources.

Some people who couldn't resist the smell came out, and after realizing it was the aroma of the little girl's chicken, they bought one by one and asked the kitchen to stew it.

Well, by noon, all the chickens that An Qianqian brought were sold out.

But she hasn't eaten the chicken yet.

So he found the waiter, paid the deposit, ordered four bowls of rice, and then left Qingshan Street with the pot.

At the grain station, the sun was at its hottest, and all the people who had to pay their grain taxes were standing in line outside.

An's mother has paid her public grain tax and is now waiting to get the grain tax certificate. It will take some time.

When An Qianqian came over, she saw her mother walking out of the crowd.

She immediately shouted, "Mom, mom, over here," waving her hands, trying to get her mother's attention.

Who is An's mother? She is her biological mother, so of course she recognizes her own daughter at first sight.

"I am here."

When the mother and daughter got closer, Mother An smelled a familiar smell: "Child, why are you making chicken soup?" Mother An glared at her.

"Mom, it's noon now, aren't you hungry?" An Qianqian was not afraid of her mother getting angry at all. Besides, her mother was not really angry.

"You kid." Mother An had no idea what to do with her. "By the way, have you sold all your chickens? So quickly?" Seeing the chicken coop at her feet, Mother An said uncertainly.

An Qianqian didn't want to stay in the sun, so she went under the shade of a tree first. "Where's Uncle He?" She didn't tell her mother, but asked about Uncle He first.

"The village tractor has arrived. Your uncle He has gone to deliver the grain." An's mother pointed to a place not far away and said, "Those over there are from our village. It's not their turn yet."

"You silly girl, stop talking about this for now. Where are you stationed abroad?" So many chickens mean money.

"Mom, you're still worried about me. They're all sold out." An Qianqian pointed at the chicken soup as if she was offering a treasure.

"Your daughter is very smart. I sold all the chickens." Because there were many people around, all of whom had not yet received their turn to pay grain.

Because she made a lot of money and she was not careless, there were some things she didn't say.

"You kid." Mother An smiled and said, "Eat it quickly, or it will lose its flavor soon."

She is still very confident about her own chickens.

When the mother and daughter were eating, many people around them smelled the fragrance and were all envious.

Some people say sour words, of course, they dare not say them to your face.

An's mother and An Qianqian pretended not to hear anything.

The flavor is rich, fresh and sweet, like fine wine, with an endless aftertaste.

The two of them moved very quickly, mainly because they were afraid of attracting too much hatred.

After eating, An Qianqian went to return the pots and bowls.

Mother An had nothing to do here, so she went to find Uncle He and told him that they would go back together in the afternoon.

It’s not that they are stingy and don’t want to give Uncle He a share. They are from the same village, so if one is given, there is still another.

One chicken is not enough to share, and besides, the mother and daughter eat a lot themselves.

The chicken cage was placed on the carriage, and the two of them went together to return it.

When they arrived at the restaurant, An Qianqian returned the pots and pans and the waiter refunded her the money.

But he was stopped by a man next to him.

"Little girl, can I discuss something with you?" This person was none other than the owner of this restaurant.

His name is Zhu Daqing.

He is a native of Qingshan Town. Because his family conditions allowed, he immediately contracted the former Qingshan Town Hotel after the reform.

From public to private ownership.

Of course, they followed the normal procedure.

Seeing that they were a little wary, the waiter explained to them with a smile: "He is our boss, don't be afraid, girls." After the waiter said this, he looked at his boss and laughed.

Zhu Daqing was also a little embarrassed, but he didn't care about other people's looks. After all, he looked like a bad guy.

"Little girl, can we discuss something?" Zhu Daqing also smelled that smell, and now their kitchen was filled with that aroma.

He just went out to do some errands and came back a little late.

Such a good thing was missed.

Fortunately, he knew that the person had left a deposit here and took away the pots and pans, otherwise he wouldn't know where to find the person.

Mother An consciously pulled Qianqian over and asked her to stand behind her.

"I wonder what Boss Zhu wants?" asked Mother An.

An Qianqian pointed at her own mother and said to Boss Zhu: "This is my mother."

"Oh, it's my elder sister. Hello, elder sister." Boss Zhu is a smart man. He immediately stopped talking to An Qianqian and changed his target.

"Here's the thing, do you still have chickens for sale? I want to buy some." Zhu Daqing was actually a little nervous. He had eaten chicken stewed by a customer, and the taste of the meat was completely different from the chicken they usually bought.

After eating this chicken, I can’t swallow any other chicken.

That's why he wanted to have some fun with the girl and see if he could buy her chicken.

When she heard that they were buying chickens, a smile appeared on An's mother's face: "Yes, we have about twenty at home." The carriage could not hold so many today, so she brought a dozen.

There were thirteen or fourteen of them, and he ate one himself, so there was less than half of what he had sold.

Upon hearing that there was more, Zhu Daqing's eyes lit up, "I wonder if you can sell them all to me?" He didn't intend to miss the business opportunity here.

An Qianqian hasn't told her mother yet that she sells her goods for five yuan a pound.

Just as An's mother was about to agree, An Qianqian said, "Boss Zhu, my chickens are only five yuan a pound. Do you really want them all?"

(End of this chapter)