It's not the season for loquats, so I can't stock up on loquats. Instead, I'll stock up on 20 fruit tree seedlings.
Kiwifruit is in season now. Did you stock up in Kyoto? Back then, I was very frugal and calculated when I bought them, but I didn't buy enough to satisfy my cravings.
These detoxifying and beautifying products are so good that if you don't stock up, you'll be wasting your cash reserves.
5000 jin (2500 catties) is already quite restrained.
Not only fruit, but also 20 kiwi fruit tree seedlings are prepared.
Oranges, tangerines, plums, pomelos, mangoes, pears, peaches—if you have fruit, stock up on fruit; if you don't have fruit, stock up on fruit tree seedlings.
Spending less than 2 million wouldn't suit the image of a wealthy woman.
There's nothing you can do about it; that's just how extravagant rich people are.
People from Shuzhou are known for their delicious cooking skills, with their seasonings being second only to their culinary expertise.
When visiting Shu Prefecture, stocking up on condiments is a must.
Well salt, Sichuan peppercorns, Sichuan peppercorn oil, small chili peppers, ginger, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, broad bean paste, hot pot base, sausage spices, ...
Well salt is the main product, with 5 tons each of coarse and refined salt stored.
Zuo Ling selected several brands of hot pot base that were recognized by the people of Shuzhou and ordered a total of 20,000 yuan worth.
Choosing the right spices for sausages is difficult. I asked many people from Shuzhou which stores they usually buy from, and selected a few with good reputations. I ordered a total of 10,000 jin (5,000 kg).
Other seasonings, minimum order 2000 jin.
The goods have been stockpiled almost completely, and the agreed-upon time with the Huo family has arrived.
To get food, Zuo Ling worked incredibly hard, squeezing out three days to wait for a meal even as the apocalypse loomed large.
The Huo family arrived as agreed, in a grand procession, filling several large trucks.
The Huo family had visited the threshing ground in the neighboring village countless times.
They were familiar with the process, fetching water, setting up the stove, washing and chopping vegetables, frying and cooking... they were busy as bees.
With the sun blazing overhead and the table set, not a single guest arrived.
Wiping the grease from his hands, Old Master Huo asked Zuo Ling if the dishes should be served.
"Go ahead, I'm waiting."
Holding her chopsticks, Zuo Ling looked eager to get started.
Zuo Ling said she would bring 8 sets of tables, but not chairs.
The Huo family was very thoughtful; they brought 80 stools.
Inside the threshing ground, there were 8 tables and 80 stools, but only Zuo Ling was sitting there.
Old Master Huo swallowed hard, stammering, "Then, the guest..."
Old Master Huo from the neighboring village didn't recognize everyone, but he knew a few of them. He didn't know which family Zuo Ling belonged to, and why no one had come to the banquet.
Zuo Ling was the first person to visit his family after the incident, so he naturally felt a sense of goodwill towards her.
Such a kind-hearted girl, yet no one showed up to her dinner party. Old Master Huo felt embarrassed for Zuo Ling.
The villagers, seeing the commotion, kept their distance. Normally, they would have loved to come and smell the aroma.
There are many villagers who like to take advantage of others, but it doesn't make sense that no one is taking advantage of others.
"There are no customers here, so please take your food with you."
Zuo Ling's words stunned Old Master Huo.
No guests? You need to book 80 tables!
Take them away? What's going on?
"Young lady, many dishes should be eaten while they're hot; they won't taste right when they're cold."
Completely bewildered; that's not enough to describe Old Master Huo's feelings at this moment.
"I know, as long as it's served hot. Bring it out one dish at a time, 80 servings of each. Go ahead and serve."
Old Master Huo stared wide-eyed, frozen for a long time before finally saying, "Ah... alright then."
There were 80 dishes of cold-cooked rabbit, and Zuo Ling casually picked two plates to taste.
After tasting it, I thought it was good and waved my hand to indicate that the dish was approved.
After the Huo family left the courtyard, when the next course of dishes was served, they discovered that all 80 cold-served rabbit dishes were gone.
When it came time to serve the food, I was worried there wouldn't be enough space to put it.
Glancing at the ordinary vans in the yard, I wondered, "Where did they fit in?"
Can such a small truck really fit all 2,880 dishes?
One more glance, and it's a pickup truck van; even with that one, it's going to be tough.
The plate of food wasn't covered, so how did it end up there?
The Huo family had doubts. As each dish was served, their legs trembled as they watched Zuo Ling pick up her chopsticks, fearing that she might say something inappropriate.
Soon, their attention was drawn to the dishes that were disappearing one by one, and they forgot all their fear.
Several members of the Huo family whispered among themselves.
Old Master Huo's face darkened: "Stop talking nonsense. Do your job and do what the employer tells you to do."
Zuo Ling knew that the air leaked out, but only in this way could the taste of the food be guaranteed.
She also has three vans in her space.
The yard isn't big; it's already so cramped with two vans and eight tables that there's barely any room to move. There's no way to fit another minivan in there.
She comforted herself, "You can't see how I put it in, so you can't say I didn't put it in."
Some curious members of the Huo family tried to peek, but Zuo Ling looked up and was so frightened that she ran away.
This process was repeated until the Huo family had finished serving their dishes, and Zuo Ling had almost finished clearing away hers.
The staple food is rice, but guests at banquets rarely eat staple food.
Therefore, the Huo family only prepared enough rice for 40 people.
Now that the dishes are served, how do we serve the rice?
Old Master Huo scratched his head and asked Zuo Ling.
Taking out a stack of lunch boxes, Zuo Ling said, "Put them in here."
The Huo family members were quite surprised; Zuo Ling was the first to organize a banquet like this.
Finally, Zuo Ling pulled out the 320,000 yuan in cash that she had prepared beforehand:
"The food was delicious. Let's have it again tomorrow. Go home and rest early."
Once they saw the money, all of the Huo family's doubts vanished without a trace.
Who cares what happens to them? Even if it's fed to pigs, it's none of our business.
The next day, I remained calm.
On the third day, it became a routine.
Three days later, having made a fruitful trip, Zuo Ling left Shuzhou and prepared to go to Licheng in Dianzhou.
She received several hundred pieces of jade from a jade shop in Kyoto, and went there to have them cut open.
If we don't open them and sell them directly, we're afraid someone will have something on us.
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