Chapter 116 What went wrong?

"... Buy, buy two large steamed buns, and get, get half a salted duck egg for free, oh..."

The vendor next to him chuckled when he heard Fan Qing separate the egg from the duck.

"Oh my dear, can your young wife do business? You are shouting... I am dying of laughter."

"Young wife is shy, hahaha..."

"What a joke, you dare not raise your head, who knows what you are doing?"

Fan Qing's face turned red, she clenched her hands, raised her head suddenly, her eyes were empty, and she looked at the direction of the textile factory without focus, and raised her voice, "... and there are unique sesame eggs for free, and free cucumber soup..."

Don't say it, when she raised the volume, someone really turned around to look at her.

She was nervous and her head drooped again subconsciously.

Seeing her customers being dragged away, she said, "Hey, comrade, look at my big steamed buns, they are plump and white, freshly steamed, put some dishes in them and keep them..."

"...Thousand-layer big steamed buns, each layer is crispy, crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside, your mouth will be full of food after eating them, free sesame eggs, limited quantity, first come first served..."

Fan Qingyi looked up and saw it, and shouted again.

The man turned around again in an instant and asked her from a distance, "Do you really have sesame eggs?"

Fan Qingyi looked at the man and felt that the blood in her body had solidified, and she could not hear anything because of the rumbling in her ears.

"Hey!"

the man called out again, and frowned at Fan Qingyi's dazed expression, "Didn't you hear me?"

he shouted again.

Fan Qingyi came back to his senses in an instant, and nodded continuously for fear that the customer would run away.

"Yes! It's really free! Buy two thousand-layer steamed buns, and get half a bun for free! Add two cents, and you can get some shredded potatoes, and free cucumber soup..."

"Only half a bun."

The man muttered, and seemed to think it was not enough. A colleague next to him pulled him.

"Do you want to eat the steamed bun? Add three cents for the vegetables."

The man looked back and forth between Fan Qingyi and the stall in front of him. Fan Qingyi kept staring at him, and didn't notice the stall owner's murderous eyes at all.

"I don't want steamed bread, I want eggs with sesame sauce. I'll go buy some steamed buns. Do you want some?"

He looked at Fan Qingyi and said, "Your sandwiches are two cents, right?"

"...Ah, yes, two cents."

The man grinned and pulled his colleague to Fan Qingyi's stall. "I want four steamed buns, two potato shreds, and a free egg with sesame sauce, right?"

Fan Qingyi stared at him blankly.

The man was happy and waved his hand in front of Fan Qingyi's eyes. "Comrade?"

Fan Qingyi hurriedly said, "What did you say?"

The man repeated it.

Fan Qingyi followed and secretly wiped the sweat from his palms with a towel under the stall, and washed his hands again in the basin next to him before giving the man a steamed bun.

Four steamed buns, two stuffed potatoes, two to take away, one sesame egg, and a bowl of cucumber soup.

She silently recited in her heart. Although her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking slightly, she gritted her teeth, suppressed her panic, and was very careful not to make any mistakes.

Only when she put the steamed buns and sesame egg in the other person's hands did she breathe a sigh of relief.

The man grinned, "Comrade, you didn't tell me how much it costs?"

Fan Qingyi sighed again, and his heart was lifted up again, "One steamed bun is 15 cents, four steamed buns... 60 cents, shredded potatoes are 4 cents, 64 cents."

"You sell such a big steamed bun for 15 cents?!"

The colleague was dragged by him to buy steamed buns, and he didn't like the female stall owner's hesitation, so he turned around and bought steamed buns.

Logically, the steamed buns were not small, but compared with the four big steamed buns, there was no comparison.

"My two steamed buns with vegetables cost fifty cents, but they are not as filling as your steamed buns."

The man laughed, "Let you run, I'll tell you, this steamed bun smells good, like..."

He took a bite, it was crispy and fragrant, "Sesame oil?!"

He couldn't believe it, took another bite, his mouth was full of oil.

The man looked up at Fan Qingyi, "Comrade, do you... make money selling like this?"

"Ah..."

Fan Qingyi's mind went blank for a moment, and he nodded, "Yes."

The flour is produced in the space, the sesame oil is exchanged in the mall, and the potato shreds are grown in the space. They are all grown by ourselves, with no cost.

The man clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Can you give me a bowl for the cucumber soup so I can take it home and drink it? I'll return it to you tomorrow. You're just setting up shop here, right?"

"...Okay."

She brought all the bowls from home, thinking that if someone didn't bring a lunch box, she could give them to them first.

Fan Qingyi even looked up and asked him, "Would you like something thicker or thinner?"

The man was even happier when he heard that.

"I want something that's neither thick nor thin."

Fan Qingyi said, first scooped up a spoonful of thick soup, then scooped up a spoonful of thin soup, and handed it to the man.

Seeing that the man took it, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I'll really take it away and return it to you at this time tomorrow."

Fan Qingyi nodded.

The man happily took the bowl and left with his colleague.

After the man had gone a long way, she secretly smiled happily by herself.

Sold!

Yanhong said, take it slow, make small money first, then make big money.

She accumulates a customer today, and keeps a repeat customer tomorrow. Over time, there will be more customers.

As long as her cooking skills are good, there will be no worries about customers not coming to eat!

Fan Qingyi encouraged herself, clenched her hands, and continued to shout in the direction of the textile factory.

Several times, someone looked in her direction, and she was about to call the customer over in one go.

But the customer was attracted away by the stall owner in front of him in some unknown way.

She opened a stall, but never sold out again.

Fortunately, she didn't make so many today, only ten, which was a little less than yesterday.

She made 64 cents.

Seeing that lunch time was over, Jiang Yanhong asked Song Youwei to pack up the stall, and ran to Fan Qingyi to ask her how sales were today.

Fan Qingyi said to her happily, "I sold four large Thousand Layer Pancakes, two servings of shredded potatoes, a sesame egg, and a bowl of cucumber soup."

"Really?!"

Jiang Yanhong also laughed, "Okay! If we sell four today, we can sell eight tomorrow. Take your time!"

Fan Qingyi nodded.

"Yes, take your time."

The two talked for a while, and Jiang Yanhong helped her clean up the stall. Looking at the little Shanhu sleeping under the cart, she sighed softly. It's hard

for sister-in-law to set up the stall alone, with a child who is only a few months old. For

people, being born is easy, living is easy, but living... is hard.

Song Youwei had almost finished cleaning up, and seeing that she was listless, he glanced in the direction of Fan Qingyi, "What's wrong? Sister-in-law Wenfeng hasn't sold out today?"

"Sold out."

Jiang Yanhong sighed, "Only four were sold. You said that the pancakes made by sister-in-law are so delicious, and the ingredients are sufficient. The pastry is made of pure sesame oil, so why can't they be sold? What's the problem?!"

"She is embarrassed to shout?" Song Youwei guessed.

Jiang Yanhong glanced at him and frowned, "Yes, my sister-in-law told me that when she called, the guests would come to her, but after a few waves, they were snatched away by others..."