At this moment, Ma Xiaomei picked up her daughter from school.
The parents and students of Class 4(1) followed behind.
Ma Xiaomei is an important member of the class's parent committee.
I highly recommended Qin Yi's handmade meatballs in a group chat for all parents.
Today after school, I took the parents along to help out at the business.
When they reached the end of the path, Ma Xiaomei saw that Qin Yi's oil pan was empty, her oven was full of meatballs, and a man was standing guard beside it.
Confused, he asked, "Qin, I brought the parents from our class to buy your meatballs. Can you give us some?"
Qin Yi's face scrunched up like a bitter gourd: "Sister Ma, why did you have to come to buy meatballs when my gas supply was cut off and my oven was booked out? I can't make a single one for you right now."
"ah?"
Ma Xiaomei glanced at the group of parents behind her and quickly came up with a solution.
Do you have any stock left?
Qin Yi: Yes, but not many. There are only beef balls and lotus root balls left in the freezer.
How much is left?
"I vacuum-packed them in bags, 15 per bag, and I have about ten bags left."
"Show me everything."
Ma Xiaomei picked up Qin Yi's handmade meatballs and walked into the group of parents.
She deliberately lowered her voice: "Let me tell you quietly, my sister's cooking skills are simply amazing! Turn on your phones and look at the article that Zicheng's No. 1 Sister posted yesterday, it's about her."
"This girl's business is so good today, the fryer is smoking and it's about to go bad! There's also a meatball fanatic over there who bought 100 meatballs at once, that tells you how amazing they are!"
"Now, apart from me, no one else on this street can get any frozen meatballs through connections. I had to use a lot of persuasion to get the girl to take out ten packs to share with us."
"Take this home and make soup for the kids, add it to hot pot, or throw a few into noodles. It would be heavenly."
"I only have these few packs left, 30 yuan a bag. If you want them, transfer the money to me and I will transfer it to the boss."
When the parents heard what Ma Xiaomei said, even though they couldn't buy fried meatballs or roasted meatballs today, they were relieved.
But I was able to buy frozen meatballs! I instantly felt like the luckiest person on the street.
In less than two minutes, one minute for the introduction and one minute for collecting the money.
After selling out her dozen or so bags of frozen meatballs, Ma Xiaomei went directly to Qin Yi's stall to scan the QR code.
Qin Yi was stunned. Sister Ma was simply the top salesperson in the neighborhood and among the parents.
I never expected that she could sell out all her stock without even frying the meatballs! Haha!
"Sister Ma, what industry do you work in?" Qin Yi was genuinely curious.
Ma Xiaomei laughed heartily, "Here's a business card. Come find me if you need anything, but it's best if you don't need anything."
Qin Yi took the business card: Wow, so you're a top lawyer, no wonder you're so eloquent!
After get off work, she went to the gas company to exchange her gas cylinder for a new one. She hopes she won't make that same silly mistake again tomorrow.
Back home, I collapsed onto the sofa.
Qin Yi had been working non-stop lately, and only then did she realize that she hadn't checked her task progress in a long time.
There are still three days left this week, how many more meatballs are needed?
Task progress: 7800/piece
As expected, Maruko-chan has a big effect. Yesterday, we sold almost 100 bowls of sweet soup, and the task bar jumped up quickly.
Tomorrow is Friday.
Elementary school students have weekends off.
All the meatballs must be sold out by tomorrow.
At today's pace, there should be no problem. If nothing unexpected happens, all the tasks should be completed at Ziyi Primary School by noon.
Qin Yi's phone screen flashed; a message had arrived.
Cheng Yingtao: [Sister! I heard from Mom that no one is allowed to set up stalls at the entrance of Ziyi Elementary School tomorrow at noon, because school leaders are coming to inspect the work.]
this……
Qin Yi paced back and forth in her house a few times, then picked up her phone and sent a message to Cheng Yingtao.
Qin Yi: [Thank you, Cherry Girl. Could you do me a favor? Do you know how to drive an electric tricycle...?]
Cheng Yingtao: [(Laughing emoji) Sister, I can do it!]
I thought I wouldn't have to make meatballs tonight, but it seems I'll have to do it anyway, just to be on the safe side.
On the last day, Qin Yi planned to make one more new product.
A love-hate relationship: Coriander meatballs.
Cilantro is a food that people either love or hate.
There was a lot of strong personal emotion involved.
Qin Yi is a real cilantro fanatic; it's hard to say that she didn't make these meatballs on the last day to satisfy her own cravings.
First, soak some peppercorn granules in warm water.
Add Shaoxing wine, minced ginger, pepper, and cornstarch to the ground pork and mix well.
Next, gradually pour in the soaked peppercorn water and stir until it becomes sticky.
Then add chopped cilantro and various seasonings, roll the mixture into balls with your thumb and forefinger, cook until done, and set aside.
She took a bite while it was still hot and felt the fragrance linger in her mouth, making her feel refreshed all over.
After finishing the cilantro meatballs, Qin Yi prepared all the previously made meatballs for future use.
The next morning, I made some purchases through the system.
I also tried my best to make a lot of glutinous rice balls.
Anyway, it's the last day, so even if she's tired, she'll bring all the dumplings out to make an appearance.
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[Zicheng No.1 Sister Studio]
Yumi clapped her hands at her colleagues who were typing: "Listen, everyone, I have something to tell you. I just asked the owner of the handmade meatball stall if she could deliver, but she said she doesn't take delivery orders. However, she told me that today is her last day at the stall. I have work to do right now, so I'm planning to find someone to run an errand and buy some more meatballs to eat. Do you want to come with me?"
Linzi: "Yes! Of course I want it! I brought home the bowl of meatballs you bought for me last time, and my son and husband were fighting over them. I didn't get enough of them, so I'm going to buy a few more bowls today!"
"Why did the boss stop making them? The meatballs she sells are so delicious and healthy, they have no rivals at all."
"Yeah, and she also sells sweet soup. My girlfriend loves those glutinous rice balls. I have to buy a few more bowls, or she'll definitely blame me when she finds out."
"Could she be thinking of opening a shop, Yumi? Has the boss said where she's going to go after she stops running the stall?"
"She didn't tell me this. You guys tell me the number first, and I'll find a courier to buy the things and then we'll talk."
3:30 p.m.
Qin Yi drove a brown electric scooter for her fried meatball shop, while Cheng Yingtao drove a white electric scooter for her sweet meatball shop.
The two drove out of the underground parking lot of Lijing Apartment, one after the other.
The security guard nodded and smiled at Qin Yi: "Not bad! You finally figured out how to hire someone to work for you!"
We arrived at the gate of Zisan Primary School.
The students still have ten minutes before get out of class ends.
As soon as Qin Yi and Cheng Yingtao parked the car, they felt they attracted a lot of attention from passersby.
After all, two tricycles placed together are quite conspicuous.
As soon as the goods were set up, many parents waiting for their children gathered around the car and made several purchases.
Today is Friday.
Upper-grade students at Zisan Elementary School do not need after-school tutoring.
Like the younger students, they finish school at four o'clock.
More and more parents gathered around Qin Yi's stall, and many readers who had read Zicheng Yijie's WeChat official account recognized the two cars.
The phenomenon of human-to-human transmission began to gradually take hold.
"The popular meatball cart is up ahead, have you bought any?"
"I bought a serving as soon as the owner arrived. The meatballs were so bouncy, it felt like my mouth was dancing to my ears."
"You're exaggerating too much."
"I'm not kidding you, I wasn't prepared when I ate the first one, and it bounced off after I took a small bite!"
"And today the boss brought two vehicles, even the dumpling and sweet soup truck that sells at Ziyi Primary School. I told you that doing business at Zisan Primary School is more promising. Ziyi Primary School is now so crowded that you can't even get in."
"I've tried this owner's fried meatballs before, but I haven't tried his sweet meatball soup yet. I'd better go buy a bowl and take it home to eat."
Ding~~~ The school bell rang.
All students will be dismissed at the same time today.
Zhang Kexin skipped and hopped behind Yan Tiechao; Ma Xiaomei held her daughter's hand as they walked along the path by the back door; Teacher Zhou watched her students gradually leave, put on a white mask, and went home.
"I, Ultraman Tiga, am in the Northeast, on the Songhua River! Charge!" Several little boys carrying blue backpacks charged ahead of all the students.
I just wanted to be the first one there to buy the sworn brotherhood dumplings.
They wanted to buy it after school yesterday, but it was out of stock.
The whole school is leaving together today, so the boss must be even busier.
It must be said that these children's judgment of the crisis was quite accurate.
I never expected that even if I ranked first among all the students in the school, so what?
The boss was surrounded by three concentric circles of adults.
How could they, with their small arms and legs, squeeze in?
Why?
Why are they trying to steal snacks from elementary school students?
Yesterday it was like this, and today it's the same. Is there any law that can regulate these adults?
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