"Go open the door. I think it's about time; someone might be here soon," Song Lili said to Song Fang after checking the time.
The shop has been cleaned and is now open for customers.
Song Fang opened the door, and Song Lili placed the sign she had written beforehand at the door: "Buy two jin, get half a jin free".
The bright red paper is eye-catching and attracts attention.
Anyone passing by on this street will definitely be attracted.
"Sister, do you think... someone will come?" Song Fang was still uneasy and couldn't help but ask Song Lili.
"Don't worry, someone will definitely want it." Even if there aren't many customers, there will definitely be some.
Everyone has their own preferences, and there are definitely people who like to eat radishes and cabbages.
In retrospect, it must have been incredibly popular.
"Okay," Song Fang said, licking her lips and swallowing a few times before speaking in a slightly dry voice.
Song Lili sat inside, quite relaxed, waiting for someone to come in.
It's understandable that there are very few people on the first day.
Song Fang couldn't sit still, so she waited at the door for customers to come in.
Outside, people had already noticed the shop and seen the message posted at the door, but no one came in.
None of them had ever seen a vendor selling pickled vegetables before, so they were filled with curiosity and trepidation, and only dared to observe from the outside.
"They're blocking the way outside, they won't come in." After a long while, Song Fang came in and sat down dejectedly.
"Don't worry, it will definitely happen." Fangfang was just too nervous.
It's understandable, though. It's normal to feel unsure and nervous the first time you do it.
Around 11 o'clock, there were even more people on street 9, and even more people stopped in front of the shops to look around.
"Come and take a look! Handmade pickled vegetables, made from fresh vegetables. Opening special: buy two pounds and get half a pound free!"
Seeing that there were quite a few people, Song Lili stood at the door and started calling out.
"Boss, what kinds of pickled vegetables do you have here?" someone with a keen interest in psychology asked.
"There are several kinds. Why don't you come in and take a look? You can choose whichever you want, or even mix and match."
Song Lili spoke fluently, her eyes constantly scanning the people around her, noticing that many of them were interested.
Then, they added fuel to the fire: "You can try it first and then buy it. If you don't like it, you can't force yourself. It's absolutely authentic and delicious."
"Is it really possible to try it before buying?" Some people asked again, still not believing it.
Song Lili was very certain: "That's right, try it first and then buy it. If it's not good, we won't force you. It's a mutually agreeable arrangement."
"Alright, I'll go in and take a look." An old man walked in slowly, his hands behind his back.
Song Lili immediately followed him into the store. Once the first person came in, a second person would follow, and she no longer needed to shout at the store entrance.
Put a small bowl of each type of pickled vegetable out and place it outside, then stick a few toothpicks into each one.
"Everyone is welcome to come and try it and see if it suits their taste," Song Lili said to the people who came into the store.
Once people are inside, why worry about them not buying anything?
As long as the product itself is of good quality, there's no need to worry about not having customers.
Everyone started eating and savoring the food. Some nodded in approval, while others seemed to dislike it, frowning.
The same old man who came in first said, "Girl, give me a pound of each, I'll eat them with rice when I get home." He was very generous.
"Okay!" Song Lili replied crisply and calmly, and immediately got to work.
Later, I found another bag and put some of each kind of pickled vegetable in it. "Grandpa, this is what I promised you. It's two pounds in total. I've mixed them up for you. If you like it, please come again next time!"
Song Lili smiled as she handed over the pickled vegetables, chatting with the old man with a beaming smile.
"Definitely, definitely. I've been living in the north for the past few years and have grown to love this pickled vegetable. I haven't had it for years and I miss it terribly."
"If it's really delicious, I'll definitely come again," the old man said with a smile.
"That would be great."
You can tell at a glance that this old man isn't short of money; he'll be a big customer in the future.
After the old man left, several other people lined up to buy some; they had all eaten there and felt it was worth buying.
However, these people weren't as extravagant as the old man; they only bought half a pound at most, or a whole pound, mixing them together.
Song Lili didn't mind the small number of people and smiled at everyone.
Song Fang was in charge of packing, while Song Lili packed the food and collected the money. The two sisters worked together more and more seamlessly.
After sitting down again, Song Lili asked Song Fang, whose face looked much more relaxed, "Are you relieved now?"
"As long as the food is good, these people will definitely come back again and introduce other people to come."
"In this way, your business will gradually open up." There's no need to rush now.
"Okay, I understand." Song Fang nodded.
With what had just happened as a prelude, Song Fang was able to listen more attentively.
Think about it, and you'll realize that what Song Lili said is all true, and this is a very normal process.
It will take time for the public to gradually become aware of this store's existence.
In the afternoon, only one or two people would occasionally come into the store. Around the time people got off work in the evening, a dozen or so would come in, and then no one would come in anymore.
After dark, Song Lili closed the door. "Alright, let's go back. No one should be coming today."
This is already a pretty good result for the first day.
Without any promotion or pre-event hype, it's already quite good that there were people on the first day.
Perhaps it was the customers that day that gave Song Fang confidence, because after returning home, the anxiety and worry on her face disappeared.
"You're back? Come and eat quickly." When they got home, no one asked how they were doing; Zhang Shengtian just told them to eat.
Zhang Qinghua cooked dinner. He has been learning to cook ever since he learned, and now he is getting better and better at it.
When Song Lili didn't have time, Zhang Qinghua did the work.
"How was it?" After dinner, everyone asked about the day's events.
"It's alright, about twenty people came in." Song Lili picked up some pickled vegetables from her bowl with her chopsticks and ate them; Fangfang had brought them over yesterday.
"That's good." Chu Ci breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted from her heart.
Although I have confidence in Song Lili, I am still worried.
Only when I heard it was alright did I truly feel relieved.
Song Fang and her husband went home relieved, and Song Lili also went back to rest.
The next day, Song Fang was full of energy and greeted the guests, while Song Lili gradually took over the duties.
She simply watched from the sidelines, offering reminders only when Song Fang made a mistake.
Four or five days later, Song Fang was already very familiar with the skills and rarely made mistakes, so she was ready to graduate.
"I won't be coming tomorrow. Judging from your performance these past few days, you can handle things perfectly well on your own."
When no one was in the store, Song Lili said this to Song Fang.
"Sister, you...I...I'm afraid I've done something wrong." Song Fang was still a little flustered.
Even if Song Lili doesn't do anything, her presence here is like a pillar of stability, giving Song Lili peace of mind.
Now that my sister says she's not coming, can she really do it well?
"No, you did very well. I've been observing you for several days and I don't think you made any mistakes."
"You need to have confidence in yourself. You're doing great, just keep it up."
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