"Thank you, Sister Xia." Qian Zhitong's face quickly broke into a smile again, tinged with a hint of shyness.
"Xia, your milk tea tastes even better, and the pearls are delicious too." Qian Shijie likes sweets, and he liked the slightly caramelized sweetness the first time he tried it.
"I used boiled sugar, so it doesn't just taste sweet," Xia Baozhu explained.
"Xia, this must have high costs for you. How can you make money after giving away so many today?"
After all, a bag of milk powder costs more than ten yuan, which is not cheap, and Xia Baozhu's milk tea has a very strong milk flavor.
"We need to attract customers on the first day, and the free milk tea promotion is only for the first two days after opening. We really can't afford to give it away for too long." Doing business is about making money; there's no reason to give it away for free every day.
"That's good. When you open a business, you can't lose money."
"Sister Xia, these pearls are delicious, they're like gummy candies."
"Yes, it uses the same ingredients as gummy candies, including sugar and starch."
When Qian Shijie and his son left, they took a thermos of milk tea with them.
San Gou rode his bicycle, followed by the shop owner who delivered the goods to his door. He had bought two hundred chicken legs and two hundred catties of chicken feet, weighing about three hundred catties in total.
Sun Xingyan offered to help.
"Thank you so much for your help today, Xiao Sun," Xia Baozhu said gratefully.
She planned to recall the contents of the book carefully that night to see what Sun Xingyan's expression was like inside.
"Saying thank you isn't enough. I'm not going to work for free; I have to be fed." After saying that, Sun Xingyan carried the bag into the kitchen.
Xia Baozhu made hand-pulled noodles with shredded pork for lunch, using chicken.
After the meal, Sun Xingyan helped watch the shop, while Xia Baozhu and San Gou were busy in the kitchen.
One is for marinating chicken legs, and the other is for making chicken feet.
We make chicken drumsticks in batches of ten, and chicken feet in batches of ten pounds, selling them as we go.
Xia Baozhu wants to sell as much as she can make; she doesn't want to work herself to death.
The amount she sold this morning was the amount she and San Gou had prepared for the whole day yesterday. It's impossible for her to make the same amount in just one afternoon.
My hand speed alone can't keep up.
While the two of them were busy in the kitchen, Sun Xingyan became both a salesperson and a cashier.
"Xia Zhaodi, I didn't expect you to be so simple-minded. You trust me that much?" Sun Xingyan said to the kitchen after receiving the first payment.
Xia Baozhu smiled. She thought Sun Xingyan was simpler-minded. He was clearly just being kind and helping without expecting anything in return.
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