“Dad, our factory isn’t doing well right now. We haven’t had any work for almost half a year. I was thinking that instead of just sitting here waiting to die, I might as well try doing some business. After observing for many days, I found that selling crayfish at the night market should be a good idea.”
After hearing her son's words, Feng Chungu came to her senses and looked at him, asking, "You've already tried it?"
Feng Haidong nodded and said, "Yes, I tried setting up a stall for the first time last night, and it was actually pretty good. People like to eat something new these days, and it just so happens that it's almost crayfish season. I think business will definitely be even better in the summer. This is my way of preparing in advance."
After listening to the father and son, Feng Baoan couldn't help but say, "Yes, yes, there are definitely more crayfish in the summer. You can catch a lot of them in any small ditch."
Feng Chungu thought for a moment and asked, "Are you planning to seize the market in advance? Let everyone get used to your cooking first, and then when crayfish are in full season in the summer, everyone will actively seek out your place to eat?"
Feng Haidong was taken aback by his father's words, then he nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I'm planning to do."
Feng Baoan immediately clapped his hands and cheered, "Haidong, that's a great idea!"
Feng Chungu also said, "Hmm, that's a good idea, but if you're going to sell crayfish, remember to clean them thoroughly and make sure they're cooked through."
Feng Haidong immediately said, "Dad, I know. I cleaned them one by one by myself yesterday."
Having understood her son's plan, Feng Chungu didn't ask any more questions.
"Wanling and Fanfan haven't come back yet?"
Feng Haidong said, "Oh, Wanling's workplace is currently running a large liquor market, so she's quite busy and gets off work late. Fanfan should be getting out of school soon."
Then Feng Haidong quickly went out the door and brought in the meat and vegetables that were on the handlebars of the bicycle in the yard.
"Uncle, Dad, why don't you stay for lunch? I'll go cook now."
Feng Baoan was initially a little embarrassed to stay for dinner.
But Feng Chungu stopped him and said, "Bao'an, sit down. You've helped your nephew so much, shouldn't you accept a meal from him? Let's have a couple of drinks at noon."
Upon hearing Feng Chungu speak, Feng Baoan naturally nodded in agreement.
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