The fans were all eager to take the braised meat back to worship their ancestors, and Fang Yan worked quickly and efficiently, managing to clear out most of the braised meat after a lot of work.
With only about one-fifth left, Fang Yan finally had a chance to catch her breath, drink some water, and wait for the remaining customers to come and collect their pre-ordered meat.
Fang Yan wasn't worried even if they didn't come to collect the remaining braised meat, as she had already earned far more than the cost price of the remaining meat.
I silently calculated today's sales in my mind, and estimated that it would be the total sales of two or three days in normal times.
The net profit might be around two hundred yuan.
Adding to what I earned before, I've saved up almost a thousand yuan, which should be more than enough to buy a house on a main street in the county town.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, she needs to put this matter on her agenda.
But before she could even put it on the agenda, unexpected events occurred one after another.
That's a story for another time.
"Mommy, eat! Mommy, eat quickly!"
Seeing that Mom could finally sit down and rest.
Like a warm little sun, Xiaoyu quickly took the steamed bun that Fang Yan had given him for breakfast. He had only eaten half of it, but he had saved the other half for Fang Yan and put it to her mouth.
Fang Yan opened her mouth and took a bite. "Thank you! The bun that Little Fish fed Mommy is so delicious."
In the process of raising a child, there are times when I'm so angry I want to beat him up, and there are times when he warms and heals me.
Just like now, the little guy toddled over and fed half a bun to himself, as if afraid that she would be hungry, urging her in a childish voice, "Mommy eat, Mommy eat quickly."
Fang Yan thought the naughty child wasn't naughty at all; he was practically an angel descended from heaven, and everyone adored him.
"I'll feed her again from now on," Little Fish said happily, seeing his mother's joy.
Fang Yan didn't refuse, "Okay, then Mommy thanks Little Fish in advance."
You're welcome.
Little Fish was well-behaved by the original teacher and is very polite.
While the mother and son were enjoying a warm moment together, someone else came to collect the meat.
Fang Yan quickly got busy with business matters.
They worked in this semi-resting, semi-working manner for about an hour, and the remaining one-fifth of the meat was almost completely taken.
Just then, an uncle rushed over anxiously, "Boss, do you still have braised meat to buy?"
"That's all," Fang Yan said.
The uncle pointed to the remaining three portions of braised meat, "Don't you still have meat here?"
"That was reserved by someone else; they just haven't brought it yet."
The man was dressed plainly and looked somewhat weathered. His hands were very rough, and he looked like a construction worker who did manual labor on a construction site.
He held five yuan in his hand. "Boss, it's a rare holiday today, so please spare me a pound. The construction site just paid us our wages today, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a hurry to come and buy meat now."
"Today is a holiday, and no matter what, we have to make sure that the elderly and children in the family have meat. Please spare me a pound for their sake. I don't need much, just a pound will do."
The uncle spoke kindly and sincerely.
Normally, Fang Yan would definitely give the meat to the uncle without saying a word.
But it really won't work today.
Firstly, there was no more braised meat left in the bucket;
Secondly, the quantity ordered by customers may be based on the number of ancestors they need to worship or the number of people in their family.
If she were to secretly distribute the meat to others, resulting in those who had pre-ordered not having enough to offer as sacrifices to their ancestors or enough for their own families, it would be disastrous.
How should she explain this to others?
Therefore, Fang Yan could only refuse, "Uncle, I'm so sorry, this was booked a week in advance, I really can't spare a share for you."
"Boss, I'm begging you!"
The uncle clutched the money, looking almost in tears. "There's no meat left in the market right now. I've searched the whole county and the whole market, and you're the only place that still has meat. Otherwise, I wouldn't be begging you like this."
Fang Yan: ...
Although the uncle looked pitiful, Fang Yan still stuck to her principles.
After all, they paid her a deposit in real money.
Regardless, she had to protect the customers' belongings.
"Uncle, I'm really sorry, I really can't spare any meat here. Why don't you go and take a look in the alley? Maybe there are still people selling meat there."
It's almost 11 o'clock now, there's definitely no meat left in the market.
But on the streets outside, there might be farmers selling their own chickens, ducks, and geese. How could it be that you can't find meat in the whole county or the whole market?
Perhaps she was overthinking it, but the uncle's words made Fang Yan feel that his words were almost overflowing with embellishment.
“The ones I buy outside, I’ll have to process them myself when I get back. It’s getting late, so I want to buy some ready-made ones to take home. I’ve also heard that your braised meat is especially delicious. I’ve finally received my wages, and I want to buy some for my family to try. Just one pound, one pound is enough. Could you spare one pound for me?”
The uncle is really persistent.
It was precisely because of his perseverance that Fang Yan became wary of him.
From the uncle's words, it's not hard to guess that this is his first time patronizing his business.
Unlike other regular customers who had tried her food before and particularly liked its flavor, he didn't.
Like that old lady's grandson, he especially loves braised food, so much so that he has to eat it every day. If he doesn't eat it, he doesn't want to eat.
Fang Yan could understand why a regular customer like him would persistently buy her braised meat.
But then again, these regular customers line up early every day to buy braised food, afraid that if they arrive late, they won't be able to buy any.
How could someone like the uncle wait until the sun is high in the sky before buying?
So why did the uncle insist on buying her braised meat?
Fang Yan wondered to herself.
He firmly refused, saying, "Uncle, I'm really, really sorry, these were all ordered by other people. Let alone a pound, I can't spare even half a pound."
"Aren't you being too rigid in your thinking!"
The uncle was clearly getting anxious, pointing to the two or three portions of braised meat left on the stall, "If you take two or three ounces from one portion, they won't be shortchanged by such a small amount, isn't that enough?"
The remaining three portions of braised meat, the largest of which weighs five jin (2.5 kg), were ordered by a loyal fan.
The remaining two portions, one weighing two jin and the other one jin.
It wouldn't be impossible to divide one portion of these three portions slightly.
However, Fang Yan was unwilling to do so.
The more I looked at this uncle, the more suspicious he seemed.
However……
Just then...
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