Chapter 115 Business is not that easy to do
"You sit down for a while, I'll go boil some water for you."
Fan Qingyi invited the couple to sit under the shade of the tree, and said with a smile, "How many side dishes are you going to take this time?"
"Sister-in-law, do you have a lot? If you have, we'll take more."
At their stall, more than 80% of the diners now specifically asked for side dishes. At the beginning, they only sold them. Seeing that more and more people came for side dishes, the two of them discussed and decided to learn from the most profitable ones in the neighborhood and only give them away instead of selling them.
On that road, their side dishes are unique and delicious!
Jiang Yanhong thought that Fan Qingyi might also want to send side dishes, so she didn't dare to say that she would pay for everything.
Fan Qingyi also thought of it, "I'll keep a little, and give the rest to you. I'll only give it away, not sell it."
"That's right!"
Jiang Yanhong tapped the table lightly, "In front of the entire textile factory, only our two families have this stuff. My family sells hand-rolled noodles, and your family sells steamed cakes. Our business doesn't conflict, and maybe we can even boost each other's sales."
Her eyes were shining as she spoke.
"Yes, why didn't I think of it! Second sister-in-law, I will recommend our customers who don't want to eat hand-rolled noodles to your place. You must catch them!"
"Your craftsmanship is absolutely impeccable. They will definitely come a second time after eating it once, and slowly they will become repeat customers!"
Jiang Yanhong said to herself excitedly again.
Fan Qingyi nodded several times, "Okay! I will practice how to shout in the afternoon, and I will sell the steamed cakes tomorrow."
"Okay!" Jiang Yanhong patted the table with a fighting spirit.
After patting, the two looked at each other and laughed.
Song Youwei sat aside, listening to the conversation between the two, lowered his head and smiled.
"Ali, please help me entertain Uncle Youwei and Aunt Yanhong. I'm going to the stove room and will be back in a while."
Li Liuli wanted to help, but when she heard Jiang Yanhong said that she wanted some side dishes, and they pickled them in the space, her mother had to go to the space to get them, she didn't follow and nodded with a smile.
Fan Qingyi was very quick. He first boiled the water, then went to the space to get the pickled side dishes, took the jars to pack them and took them out of the space.
When leaving the space, Shangcheng reminded her that the rice could be harvested.
She calculated the time and planned to close the shop in the afternoon or evening, upgrade the space, and see if there are any good things in the mall. When
Fan Qingyi came out of the stove room with some side dishes and hot water, Jiang Yanhong handed her the calculated money.
"Sesame eggs are the best sellers, so we charge sister-in-law 25 cents each. Salted duck eggs are second, and if they are big, we charge 30 cents. Sauce cucumbers and pickled beans are charged by kilogram, with sauce cucumbers at 1.8 cents per kilogram and pickled beans at 1.6 cents per kilogram. We took from sister-in-law twice in total."
"The first time, we took five kilograms of sauce cucumbers and pickled beans each, and 20 sesame eggs and salted duck eggs each. The second time, we took more, with sauce cucumbers and pickled beans each at 16.5 kilograms, and sesame eggs and salted duck eggs at 38 and 32 respectively. So that's it..."
"Sauerkraut cucumber is 1.72 yuan, sour beans are 1.29 yuan, sesame sauce eggs are 14.5 yuan, and salted duck eggs are 15.6 yuan. The total is 33.11 yuan."
Jiang Yanhong pushed the account book and the money to Fan Qingyi.
Fan Qingyi looked at the money in surprise, "How can you sell so many small dishes in just a few days? Isn't the price you offer too high? Cucumbers are at
their best when they are eaten, and they can't be sold for less than 8 cents on the street..." "This also includes sister-in-law's hard-earned money and the cost of the ingredients for the pickled vegetables. Sister-in-law, I hope you don't think the price we offer is too low."
Fan Qingyi shook her head hurriedly, "Not low, not low."
With more than 30 yuan in her hand, she felt a lot more relieved.
It shows that cooking skills can really make money.
Jiang Yanhong smiled, "Wait until sister-in-law sets up the stall herself, you will make more money."
Fan Qingyi smiled and nodded with hope in her eyes.
"I'll keep a quarter, and the rest is for you."
Each item was in a small altar, and Fan Qingyi didn't count the specific quantity, just let the couple remember the number when they sold it.
Jiang Yanhong was unwilling, "Brothers, settle the accounts clearly. I know that sister-in-law trusts us, but we can't be ignorant of good and bad. The quantity must be clear so that we can calculate the money later."
[Sister-in-law, you can't do this. If you encounter a cunning merchant, you will be calculated by the other party. ]
[You must let sister-in-law understand that the transaction accounts must be clear. ]
[No matter how close the relationship is, the accounts must be clear, so as not to have rifts because of money in the future. ]
Fan Qingyi wanted to say that he trusted them, but after hearing Jiang Yanhong's voice, he knew that she was doing it for his own good, so he nodded and said, "Okay, listen to Yanhong."
Jiang Yanhong smiled.
"Okay, then I'll count. Sister-in-law, you watch over there. Ah-li and Auntie will count together."
Li Liuli nodded hurriedly.
One of them counted aloud, and the other counted silently in their hearts. It would be best if the numbers were the same. Jiang Yanhong then wrote down in her notebook how much she had taken from Fan Qingyi and when.
Ten minutes later, the sesame eggs and salted duck eggs were counted. Song Youwei took out a scale from his own cart and weighed the sour beans and cucumbers.
He called out the numbers, and Jiang Yanhong kept count. There was
another pot at the back. Jiang Yanhong looked at Fan Qingyi, "Sister-in-law, what is this pot?"
"It's the spicy cabbage I just pickled. You can take it and try it to see if it sells well."
It was pickled at Liu's house. The quantity was not much. If someone liked it, she could make more.
"A new flavor?"
Jiang Yanhong's eyes lit up, "Can I open it and try it?"
"Sure."
Fan Qingyi went back to the kitchen to get the bowl and chopsticks, and took out a piece for her.
Jiang Yanhong ate it and nodded repeatedly, "It tastes sweet and sour, and it's even better with porridge."
Fan Qingyi smiled, "When I made it, I planned to use it with porridge for early delivery."
"Then let's sell it first and then set the price based on the situation?"
"Okay."
After counting all the things, the couple was eager to go back. Fan Qingyi asked them to stay for dinner, but they also said that they had eaten at the stall, and the place they rented was out of flour, so they had to find a way to buy some.
After seeing the couple off, Fan Qingyi fried some shredded potatoes, a tomato and egg, and cooked some sweet potato porridge. The mother and daughter had lunch with the unsold steamed buns.
In the afternoon, I harvested rice in the space, upgraded, and checked the mall, but nothing new appeared.
Fan Qingyi was thinking about what to sell with the steamed buns tomorrow. Should I ask customers to pay an extra two cents and get a portion of shredded potatoes? Or give them
a free cucumber soup?
I'll try it first, and change it if it doesn't work.
After figuring this out, Fan Qingyi began to learn to shout in the space. She
cleared her throat twice, opened her mouth, and said "..." and then
fell silent.
She was sweating, and the four words "selling steamed buns" that came to her lips, but she couldn't shout them out.
On the swing not far away, Li Zhenzhu giggled, "Big sister, higher, higher..."
"No higher, I'll fall."
Li Zhenzhu said, and asked Li Liuli, "Big sister, we're going to the sixth primary school tomorrow. Do you think we can go to the park inside their school? I saw there are swings there too..." I
don't know which word touched Fan Qingyi, she clenched her hands and opened her mouth to shout.
"We're selling biscuits, crispy and fragrant thousand-layer biscuits, only 1.5 cents each..."