Su Qingluan patted Yang's shoulder soothingly: "The contract you are holding in your hand is to resolve this matter - I have transferred the 'operating rights' of our stall."
"Ah, this stall was great! The customer flow was increasing before we closed it down, and now it's been sold to someone else..." Yang wasn't blaming Su Qingluan—after all, it was her eldest daughter's credit that the stall was a success. She just felt a little sad when she thought about the small number of customers.
Su Guangfu noticed Su Qingluan's words and pulled Yang's sleeve comfortingly, "Don't worry, my dear." He turned to look at Su Qingluan and asked, "What is 'operating rights'?"
It's no wonder that Su Guangfu didn't know - he had been a farmer for half his life, and when he occasionally did odd jobs for others, he was only given a meal or half a roast chicken and a jar of wine. He had never signed any contract.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Other stalls want to imitate ours, but your daughter's cooking skills are not something that ordinary people can imitate. I tried two stalls, and the taste was not very good. The customers also said that the taste was not as good as ours, and they all asked when it would be available."
"So, in order to prevent our good reputation from being ruined, I came up with a plan - I will still be the one to prepare the braising soup, but the person running the stall will be different. We will split the total profit 30% to 70% with the other person taking 3%. After all, we only provide the braising soup recipe, and we even share the cost of buying spices."
Su Guangfu nodded, and Yang immediately asked, "Are the people who signed the contract trustworthy business partners? It doesn't matter if we make a lot or a little, but we can't afford to cut corners for our customers."
Su Qingluan chuckled: "Don't worry, mother - the one going to set up the stall is none other than the head of the Liu family, Uncle Liu Shengliu!"
"Doesn't the head of the Liu family have difficulty walking?" Yang asked in surprise. "Is it okay for him to run his own stall?"
"Uncle Liu's legs are almost healed now," Su Qingluan said, recounting to her parents her encounter with the Liu family father and daughter outside Huichun Hall. "In short, although Uncle Liu hasn't fully recovered, he can walk slowly without support. He can just stand there and buy things at the stalls; he doesn't need to walk."
"But he has difficulty moving around. If there's no one to take care of him..." Yang was still a little worried.
"How could there be no one to look after us?" Su Qingluan said with a smile, "Shou Hou'er and Aunt Yang have been protecting the spot where our stall was originally set up. I talked to them this day and Uncle Liu can set up his stall there in two days."
Su Guangfu and Yang exchanged a glance, feeling relieved. Their stall was across the street from where Madam Xi was buying her pancakes. The couple, separated by just a street, could look after each other. Furthermore, both Skinny Monkey and Aunt Yang were kindhearted and would always lend a hand if they encountered any difficulty.
After saying this, Su Qingluan brought up another purple eggplant. The eggplant had a soft texture, and after being roasted, it was tender and juicy. Su Qingluan split the eggplant in half lengthwise, piercing one half side by side with the bamboo skewers she had just used, and the other half with two more, facing the outer skin downwards towards the charcoal fire, with the light green flesh facing upwards.
At this time, the two little guys had already eaten their fill. When the adults started talking about the contract, Su Xueyan went to play hopscotch. As for Su Xuanhe, he had to go to school tomorrow and go to bed early today, so he went to the room to organize his books and then washed up.
Now there are only three "adults" left by the stove: Yang, Su Guangfu and Su Qingluan - after all, Su Qingluan has not yet reached the age of marriage, so she can barely be considered half an adult.
Seeing Su Qingluan grilling something again, Yang quickly asked, "Daya, are you still not full? I'll get you some more meat..."
"Mother, don't worry!" Su Qingluan quickly waved her hand to call her back, "I've almost finished eating. I just baked it to pass the time because I have something else to do."
"Is there anything else?" Yang also sat down after hearing this. After all, the "something" that Su Qingluan specifically mentioned was definitely not a trivial matter like buying rouge and powder or buying cloth to make clothes for an ordinary little girl.
As expected, as if to confirm Yang's guess, Su Qingluan asked, "Father, how many days will it take for you to recover enough to work?"
Su Guangfu probably didn't expect the topic to suddenly turn to him. He was stunned for a moment, then asked, "There are different types of work, such as masonry, carpentry, and those who handle weddings, funerals, and birthdays..."
Hearing the last option, Su Qingluan's mouth twitched involuntarily: This is a bit outrageous.
"Stop, stop..." Su Qingluan made a "pause" gesture, not caring whether her father could understand what she meant. "Dad, you are my real father. Your daughter's specialty is cooking - for the living. The affairs of the underworld have nothing to do with your daughter..."
Don't be too outrageous about weddings, funerals, or birthdays...
But wait a minute... Su Qingluan suddenly thought: It seems that there must be banquets for weddings, funerals, and birthdays... so it doesn't have anything to do with her, right?
After banishing this unreliable thought from her mind, Su Qingluan smiled and said, "I want you to find a few bricklayers, carpenters, and stonemasons, people who are good at their jobs, careful and reliable, to form a 'construction team' to do some work for your daughter. Of course, the wages will be paid according to the usual price, not a penny less. Your daughter will pay for it herself."
Su Guangfu frowned slightly upon hearing this, and was a little confused: "Do we need so many people to work at our house? Aren't things already done here at home and at the shop?"
It was not surprising that he could guess that it was about renovating a house - for experienced craftsmen, from the number of employees and the distribution of types of work, they could roughly understand what the work was about at a glance.
So when Su Guangfu heard his daughter talk about the types of work and the approximate number of people required, he knew that this job was not small - it was obvious that the number of people needed was enough to renovate or repair the house.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "As expected of my father, he guessed it right - it is indeed repairing the house, but it is not for our family."
Upon hearing this, Yang was surprised and asked, "Isn't it for our family?" Then, as if remembering something, her eyes suddenly became sharp and fierce. She suddenly turned her head to look inside the house, "Could it be that Er Zhuang was messing around and damaged someone's house?!"
苏青鸾：……阿娘，在您老人家的心目中，苏玄鹤到底是什么样级别的熊孩子啊？
“……弟弟只是淘气，不过他也只有七岁啊……”苏青鸾有些无力道，“更何况最近玄鹤生病一直在家中休息养病，怎么可能出去调皮捣蛋呢？”
杨氏想想也对，于是问道：“那你这是为什么自掏腰包给人家修屋子啊——这可要花不少银子呢。”
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