0077 Night Rose Night.77 (3000+) "Rose Slave" recently launched a new business that has nothing to do with pillow love.
"I want five packs!"
"Hey, I want ten packs, but I want them to be sent to two separate addresses. I'll send you the money and the addresses via private message."
"Couple who have bought it, can you tell me about it? Is it really delicious?"
"Really! I've already repurchased it. Simply cooking some Chumai with Rose's mixed sauce is incredibly delicious!"
"Yes, I bought it again. My mom ate it once when she came to my house, and when she left, she took the remaining three packets with her. It pissed me off! Last time, I used it to make shrimp roe noodles, which was also delicious."
I: "Then I'll take five packs too. I'll try them first. If they taste good, I'll buy more."
Ruan Mei didn't pay attention to the group. She was busy receiving transfers from other customers and registering addresses, and had no time to reply to the messages that came in one after another in the group.
She didn't expect that a mere photo posted on WeChat Moments would cause such a huge response.
Last week she posted a circle of friends with two photos attached. One was a large box of mixed-sauce pork hats still in the refrigerator, and the other was mixed-sauce rice noodles made by Chen Shanye for her. It had white rice, pink meat sauce, and green chopped green onions. You could smell the flavor through the screen.
The caption reads, "For such delicious mixed sauce, I can gain 5, 6, 7, or 8 kilograms (crying in humility)"
As a result, several customers sent private messages asking where to buy delicious mixed-sauce meat hats, including the foodie Yu Xiongming.
At first, Ruan Mei explained that this was just made by her boyfriend at home and was not for sale, but Yu Xiongming said why not try to sell it. Ruan Mei has quite a number of customers, so maybe this could be a new business?
Ruan Mei told Chen Shanye about this. Chen Shanye had never been involved in the e-commerce industry before, so he asked Ruan Mei for her opinion.
Ruan Mei thought about it and decided to give it a try. There were many WeChat merchants selling handmade foods like handmade jam, autumn pear paste made by her mother, and sausages made by her grandfather in her circle of friends, but she had never seen anyone selling meat hats like Chen Shanye's.
Ruan Mei became excited when talking about making money. That afternoon, she went to the wholesale market on Yide Road to purchase some food packaging bags and household sealing machines.
Chen Shanye went to the vegetable market and bought minced meat with alternating fat and lean meat and other ingredients. The sauce he used to make the meat cap was a specialty sauce from his hometown. It happened that his parents brought him a lot of it when they came to Guangzhou.
The next morning, the small rental house was filled with fragrance. In order to make it convenient for single people, Ruan Mei packed the meat caps into small bags of 100 grams each, which can be used for one to two people. It is quick and delicious whether mixed with rice.
The packaged packages were mailed out. For regular customers like Yu Xiongming who lived nearby, Ruan Mei would deliver them directly to his home.
She quickly received positive reviews from the first batch of customers. Many customers who usually only asked about the price of small toys once every six months also sent private messages to Ruan Mei to buy them, and the first batch of customers also recommended them to their relatives and friends to buy from her.
Orders surged after Xiong Ming had a meal during a live broadcast. The sunny and handsome boy slurped noodles while blinking his big eyes and said, "Buy it!"
It's so delicious that it makes you drool.
Ruan Mei wrote down a customer's address and the quantity they wanted in her computer notepad. After collecting the money, she pushed her phone, which had become hot from working for so long, aside and stretched lazily on the back of her computer chair.
In just one week, the average daily revenue of this new business has exceeded that of her old business. Although the profit of each item is not as good as her small toys, it wins by volume, and the demand is particularly large.
Thinking of this, Ruan Mei was secretly angry. It was all because the meat sauce made by Chen Shanye was so delicious that she was so busy that she wanted to split herself in half to use.
xChen Shanye returns to the fleet during the day, but his designated driving work is suspended at night because he is busy preparing ingredients and making sauces every night.
However, the quantity Chen Shanye can produce by himself is limited. Ruan Mei is afraid that he will be too tired, so she limits the daily delivery to 100 copies, and the rest will be shipped in the order of payment. Even so, the orders have been scheduled for seven days later.
Even Chen Shanye himself was puzzled. While frying the sauce, he muttered, "Is this really so delicious?"
The kitchen was small and stuffy. The range hood was rumbling to dissipate the air, and the small window was open. Ruan Mei felt sorry for Chen Shanye sweating profusely in there, so she pulled the fan from the living room to the kitchen door and blew it towards him.
"Well, maybe the flavors you create appeal to a lot of southerners? Some customers are even asking if you have any other homemade dishes they can buy... I don't even dare to share the meals you usually cook for me. Last night, someone even asked me if I'd ever consider making a homemade dish, and I quickly said no..."
Ruan Mei leaned against the door frame with her hands behind her back. Her voice was mixed in with the buzzing fan, like the indistinct sound of whipped egg whites.
Two large iron pots sat on the gas stove, bubbling with rich, vibrant meat sauce. A faint, white smoke tinged with a salty aroma filled the small kitchen. Chen Shanye lowered the flames to medium, covered the pots, and simmered them. He asked, "A special dish? How do you make it?"
"There are several models. To put it simply, one is that you cook whatever the customer wants. You can cook it at their house or have it delivered to their home. The other is that the menu is kept secret, and the customer gets whatever you want today."
"Is that so?" Chen Shanye pulled up the white towel hanging around his neck and wiped his sweat. "The latter one is OK, but the former one is not."
"Huh? Why?" Ruan Mei was puzzled and looked up at the man who walked in front of her. The small door frame of the kitchen was too low, and the man's head almost touched the upper door frame.
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Chen Shanye covered her in his thin black shadow and stole a kiss. "I only cook what my wife wants to eat."
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The chirping of cicadas seemed to have disappeared without my noticing. Yesterday I was still annoyed about why the cicadas were still chirping, but today I couldn't hear any sound, and tomorrow my brain would have automatically deleted the memory of being bombarded by the chirping of cicadas.
The life of cicadas is too long, but the time they see the sunlight is too short. They can only sing loudly in the limited summer, which is extremely passionate and extremely sad.
The SF Express delivery guy carried the last few insulated foam boxes onto the van and stacked them up. The small van was piled high with white foam boxes like a piece of toast filled with butter. He took an envelope from the passenger seat and ran back to the store to hand it to Ruan Mei. "There's a document for you. It was delivered to the station at noon, and I brought it to you as well."
Ruan Mei took the thin envelope and said, "Okay, thank you. See you tomorrow."
She opened the envelope, and out slid another long white paper envelope with nothing written on it.
Inside was a bank card and a note.
"I'm sorry, I'll return the 100,000 to you first. The password is your birthday. I'll raise the rest as soon as possible and return it to you."
The note was not signed, but Ruan Mei recognized the handwriting: it was Huang Mingyan.
Ruan Mei told her about this when Chen Shanye came to pick her up from get off work.
"Where did he get so much money all of a sudden?" Chen Shanye took her hand and walked towards the bus stop. They had an appointment with Zhong Mang to have dinner together tonight.
"How would I know? Maybe he borrowed it from a loan shark again. I wouldn't dare use this money."
"Then put it aside for now."
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The matchbox-sized bus swayed across most of the city, and the arrival announcements were in Mandarin and Cantonese in rotation. Ruan Mei leaned her head on Chen Shanye's shoulder, and the city passing by in her eyes gradually changed from cinnamon color to purple-blue.
In the earphones each person had, there was a pure and beautiful singing voice, superimposed with the clean sound of an acoustic guitar: "I have learned not to kneel even when I meet God, and I have learned to be a girl that the times appreciate..."*
Ruan Mei took out her phone, turned on the screen, and pointed it to Chen Shanye: "This song is the name of my store."
After getting off the car, the two walked towards the village archway. Chen Shanye asked, "Have you been here before?"
"There's nothing here..." Ruan Mei exclaimed, "I didn't tell you, did I? Before I graduated, my studio was rented in a village in the city, not here, but in a village that has been demolished."
"I haven't heard you mention it."
"Well, I rented it for about a year or two. After all, I couldn't store all my goods in the dorm. I didn't move to the city until I graduated. Everything was set up as a studio, with shelves and goods piled high inside. Finally, it's where I am now. Now I can truly say I have a store."
As they were talking, the two of them had already turned into Tangxia Village.
The long and narrow road seems to have no end, and the neon lights flicker in the night, just like fireworks blooming in the distant night sky in summer, rising up and burning quickly, and then fading away quickly.
They met at a clay pot porridge restaurant. When they arrived, Zhong Mang was already seated, rinsing the bowl as per local custom, hot water dripping from his fingertips.
xChen Shanye introduced the two to each other. Zhong Mang called her sister-in-law happily. Ruan Mei also chatted with him about what happened at her grandmother's house. She mentioned that Chen Shanye's recent side business of mixed sauce meat hats was very successful. Zhong Mang was also happy and said that the celebrities on Douyin are now promoting many of these self-produced products, so Chen Shanye can consider it.
"Now your sister-in-law is the only one who is shipping the goods. I can only help her on my weekends. Why don't you come and help if you are free during the day?" Chen Shanye suggested.
Zhong Mang almost burned his throat with the scalding tea. He asked breathlessly, "Me? Can I?"
Ruan Mei smiled and said, "Sure, packing is easy. I'll pay you."
Zhong Mang said excitedly: "Okay, no problem!"
When it was time to pay the bill, Chen Shanye couldn't argue with Zhong Mang. As they walked out of the restaurant, Chen Shanye threw a cigarette to him and said, "I haven't been back here recently. Is everything okay with you?"
"It's okay, still the same." Zhong Mang bit the cigarette.
Seeing Ruan Mei holding one of his explosive beads, Chen Shanye turned around and lit it for her first, then for himself and Zhong Mang: "That's good. It's been raining a lot recently, so be careful when you drive."
"Okay." Zhong Mang smiled.
Ruan Mei stood behind Chen Shanye and glanced at Zhong Mang, stunned.
A cloud of smoke solidified from the corner of the man's mouth. The restaurant's neon sign with red background and yellow letters dyed the mist turbid. Zhong Mang's young but somewhat pale face floated behind the mist.
Hazy and blurry, flickering and unclear.
Like a ghost.
————Author’s nonsense————
Transition Chapter 1
The song is "Slave of the Rose" @林二文
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