Chapter 1519: Chapter 1518 Donate, Donate, Donate_1
The guests in the private room ordered a lot of at dishes, which were rich with seasoning and oil even when they were not aty. Leftovers like these, turned into filling for stead buns, were oily and flavorful. Common people loved to eat them.
Since the buns were made with white flour and even took the livestock’s feed, selling these stead buns was a loss for Zuixian Building.
But Qiao Xiaomai persevered and did not let Shopkeeper Hong change this.
It was an act of taking from the rich to aid the poor, using the wealthy’s leftover food to help the needy. It was a charitable act.
If it could do so good, what did a small loss matter?
Zuixian Building had a huge business and family wealth; it wasn’t afraid of such a loss.
So the mixed vegetable stead buns beca a specialty of Zuixian Building, and later the Restaurant started to follow suit. Thus, the mixed vegetable buns from these two restaurants beca a unique delicacy, much loved by the common folk.
Common people were not so picky; to them, leftovers were just leftovers. A high-temperature steaming would take care of everything, and they enjoyed their delicious al.
Aside from their food wastage, rich folks were extravagant in other areas too. For instance, their servants and maids received new clothes every season, and in Aristocratic Families, they would have more than one set.
Even the maids got several new outfits each season change, not to ntion the young masters and mistresses whose clothing was too nurous to wear out.
Take Bai Zhi, for example. She had hundreds of new outfits made every year from childhood. As a growing child, she outgrew these clothes in just a year, with so remaining brand new. As she grew up, the number of her outfits multiplied; she could have dozens made with each season change and never wear the sa outfit twice.
The Bai Residence had silver. The late Old Lord Bai had followed Yang Wenxiao in the conquests, seizing many treasures, enabling Bai Zhi to afford such luxury.
The Aristocratic Families had been wasting like this for hundreds of years—perfectly good clothes discarded without a second thought.
Even though Qiao Xiaomai had been the daughter of a wealthy family herself, she still felt heartache when she first heard about such waste.
Because of this, she once talked to Tong Sanlang about it, ntioning that her family’s circumstances could only be considered well-to-do compared to the Aristocratic Families of this era.
No, so couldn’t even be considered as well-to-do, barely maintaining a living.
She had long been displeased with this situation, but now, with Bei Yun’s involvent, things had finally begun to improve.
She specifically asked Bei Yun to prepare a record book, noting how much each household donated. At the end of the year, whoever donated the most would receive praise from Yang Wenxiao.
It was just a verbal comndation after all, or at worst, a plaque; either way, it wouldn’t cost much.
Redirecting the wealthy’s extravagance and waste to the poor was indeed a very significant good deed.
This was truly sothing worthy of being recorded in history.
Bei Yun was now very obedient to Qiao Xiaomai. If she asked him to keep a record, he diligently noted down every detail: how much clothing each family donated, how much food, whether the food was good or simply leftovers—he recorded it all.
When he was making records, those rich donors watched from the side. Seeing how ticulous he was, those who donated less started to feel embarrassed.
Other families brought fine als, good dishes, and desserts, but their offerings were just leftovers fit for pigs. If no one knew, it wouldn’t matter, but recording the donations was Bei Yun, the ‘divine doctor.’ Ah, how shaful!
Feeling embarrassed, those people hurriedly brought better items from ho. Bei Yun was pleased to see this. The more they donated, the greater his achievents were.
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