Seeing the small piece of paper in her hand, Comrade Zheng wondered to himself, "Could it be that she's going to revise the contract again?"
This piece of paper is too small; it doesn't look like a contract.
Fang Yan walked up to him and asked casually, "Your brother is in charge of the mall, so he should be most familiar with buying and selling. Shall we call him and ask him if this is how you do business?"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Comrade Zheng quickly stopped her, shamelessly pleading, "No, no, no, I'm just discussing this with you. If it doesn't work out, then forget it."
In his heart, he was complaining that Xiao Fang was too stingy, not even willing to give him an extra bucket of braising sauce.
Isn't this braising liquid just something you can make by adding more water?
Water is free.
“Water is free,” Fang Yan said, turning her head to look at him coldly. “My family’s firewood was bought with real money. Don’t you think the braising spices are free too?”
And have you forgotten how I've repeatedly emphasized that the reason my braised food and braising liquid are so delicious is because I strictly adhere to the proportions? If I were to give you an extra bucket of braising liquid, how many extra kilograms of pig's head meat, pig intestines, and pork would I have to add to bring out the flavor?
Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble?
Comrade Xiao Zheng felt that Fang Yan just didn't want to give him an extra bucket of braising liquid and was deliberately making up an excuse.
He didn't say anything more. After tying up all the braised food and settling the bill, he said to Fang Yan before leaving, "Xiao Fang, we have some things to do at home tomorrow, so we won't pick up the goods for now. We'll come back to pick them up the day after tomorrow."
He had already made up his mind that as soon as he got home today, he would set aside half a bucket of braising liquid to use for cooking braised dishes that evening.
He's not completely stupid; he knows how to come up with an excuse to cover it up.
However, he always thought that Fang Yan was too young to see through his intentions.
They always like to express their intentions through their expressions.
Therefore, Fang Yan easily saw through his plan.
"good".
She readily agreed without saying much.
Now that Fang Jie and Chu Chun can both help with setting up the stall, Fang Yan has appropriately delegated some of the stall-setting work to others.
Today, in early spring, Fang Yan is going to a small workshop to learn about pork jerky. She's also going to meet with purchasing staff from several organizations to discuss orders.
The responsibility of setting up the stall fell on Fang Jie, with Zhu Xiuhua assisting him. Xiao Yuzai and Qi Bei, as usual, were responsible for interacting with the fans in line to prevent them from getting bored while waiting in line for too long.
"Mom, come back soon."
Xiao Yuzai originally wanted to stay with his mother, but Fang Yan coaxed him for a while with the "little helper" rhetoric, and he finally agreed to stay and be Fang Jie's little helper.
“Okay,” Fang Yan patted his little head. “Mom will be back as soon as she’s done. Little Yu and Qi Bei should keep an eye on each other and be good to Grandma and Uncle.”
"Okay, little fish will be good."
"Woof woof woof".
The little guy's tender, babyish voice rang out together with Qibei's loud, clear voice.
Fang Jie is a down-to-earth and hardworking person who is also willing to study hard.
These days, he has been working hard to learn how to interact with others, and he has already learned quite well.
Fang Yan was no longer worried about him and turned to go about her own business.
Wei Jiahong's unit needs to go to the countryside to visit and comfort elderly people living alone and veterans of the War of Resistance Against Japan, and they need dozens of kilograms of pork jerky.
I told Fang Yan a couple of days ago that it would be best to send this batch of pork jerky to them today.
Fang Yan hailed a tricycle, and Fang Jie helped carry the pork jerky upstairs.
When we arrived at the workplace, someone was waiting at the entrance. As soon as the tricycle stopped, someone carried the things inside.
"Xiao Fang, we've been looking forward to the New Year's gifts this year. How come your pork jerky tastes so good?"
Fang Yan is kind, warm, and generous. Almost no one who works with her dislikes her.
Just then, a middle-aged man in his forties walked over and glanced at the person who had spoken in front of him. "Xiao Fang's braised dishes are also particularly delicious. It's a pity that we can't share them with him as a New Year's treat."
Ever since he learned that Fang Yan had a stall at the market, he would often go there to buy some braised food to go with his drinks.
It has to be said that if you have something bothering you occasionally, eating some delicious braised food and drinking a little wine can gradually lift your spirits.
"I'll send over a big plate before the Chinese New Year holiday, and you can eat it together at work."
Fang Yan said generously.
Although, I don't know if these people are being so polite and enthusiastic to her because of Wei Jiahong.
However, since they started working together, they have indeed treated her quite well, and they get along very well.
Giving them two or three pounds of braised food would be fine.
Unless they have a very close personal relationship, Fang Yan dislikes secretly giving gifts to someone in the same workplace and then having to tell that person not to tell anyone, saying, "I only gave it to you because you're a nice person."
There's no such thing as a secret that stays hidden forever.
This situation often only puts you in an awkward position.
So, in situations like this, she either responds with a casual "hehe" or, if she's going to give something away, she'll openly give it all away.
She sent over a large plate of it, and how they divided it was none of her business.
"How could I possibly accept that?"
Those who are older feel a little embarrassed.
The younger ones happily thanked Fang Yan, saying, "Little Fang, thank you so much. You've gone to so much trouble."
"Consider it my New Year's gift to everyone," Fang Yan said with a chuckle.
After completing a series of tasks such as counting, writing orders, and settling accounts.
Fang Yan was also preparing to leave.
As I walked out of the gate, I ran into Wei Jiahong riding his motorcycle back from outside.
His motorcycle was ordered from the provincial capital and finally arrived last month.
In the company compound, a shed was set up specifically for parking bicycles.
Wei Jiahong's motorcycle was also parked there.
Since we've run into each other, shouldn't we at least say hello?
Fang Yan stopped and waited where she was.
Wei Jiahong quickly parked his motorcycle and came over.
The two greeted each other with smiles, like old friends who had known each other for many years. "Boss, which rural area did you just come back from?"
"The rain last night turned Ximen Road into a muddy mess."
Knowing that Fang Yan asked the question because his motorcycle and trousers were splattered with mud, Wei Jiahong explained.
He always kept his thoughts to himself very well, never revealing a single detail to Fang Yan.
"That section of road was in really bad condition."
The entire county town has only one cement road; all the other roads are dirt roads. When it rains, they all become muddy and impassable, sometimes making it impossible to walk.
After exchanging a few more casual words, Fang Yan prepared to leave.
Just then, Wei Jiahong suddenly called out to her...
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