Chapter 1932: Chapter 1713: Have a Bite
"This is the recipe my master gave ! In our hotel, we have golden tongues; they know if the ingredients are a bit more or less."
"Besides, the usual street barbecue won’t use such good ingredients!"
The materials are good, and the seasonings are good too. Although there are still so discrepancies in between, it’s definitely better than other street vendors who focus mainly on profit.
Turning to complint Old Zhao like a chain lock: "Mr. Zhao, you’re good at buying seasonings; the quality is excellent."
Old Zhao was eating with his head down and couldn’t help feeling smug when he heard this: "That’s a given! When have I, Old Zhao, ever lost face in my work!"
Everyone was lively here; occasionally, passersby would co by and hesitate for a while.
The bolder ones would co up to ask directly, and after getting a negative reply, they’d walk away reluctantly, turning back every few steps, taking ages to leave this short distance.
Others hesitated for a long ti, but in the end, they couldn’t muster the courage, so they too returned hesitantly.
But with the street lights, seeing the expressions on their faces and the particularly distinct sll of barbecue in the air, Song Dafang thought with both envy and a gulp:
When they get ho at night, they’ll probably wake up in the middle of the night and give themselves a slap, asking why they didn’t muster the courage?
But aside from this sourness, he mostly felt a complicated mix of emotions.
The two places are so close, how many custors had just co by? That stand sold so much money in half an hour...
Money!
These water chestnuts, he used to fish them from the pond when he was a kid. If you really split the pond, these water chestnuts might even be his share.
But now, the profitable areas were all taken by Song Sancheng, and his own useless deep mountain and forest tea tree land couldn’t even be rented out cheaply.
And these inconspicuous things, their selling speed and popularity were extraordinary.
They say it takes half an hour to sell out, but in reality, most of the ti, custors are patiently waiting, not even finishing their barbecue, just waiting for the kids to count one by one!
The sa goes for doing business; although his hardware store sells items that people must use once they decide to buy them,
But even for 8 or 10 yuan, custors would haggle for ages first.
Besides, with online shopping prices so cheap these days, the prices in his hardware store have beco more transparent, and profits have beco even thinner.
Seeing others, especially familiar younger ones, make money with ease, how could he not feel a sense of disparity?
And the disparity in his heart was not just this.
In fact, after falling out with his family, although he no longer had to go back ho and think of ways to show filial piety to his elders, he didn’t have to spend on them, but his wife, Mao Li, still needed to.
So did his daughter-in-law.
The couple had no other skills, but they had a knack for asking the elders for money. Every ti she returned to her parental ho, loaded with big and small bags, listening to the praises of the crowd, she enjoyed it, but spending real money made Song Dafang feel uneasy.
The daughter-in-law would use the excuse of caring for the kids to say she had no inco and would cry over her poverty every now and then, trying to squeeze out a little more from them.
As for holiday expenses, tobacco, and wine money, he didn’t know if she really took them back to her parental ho to show filial piety or if the young couple just used them for their own pleasure.
But in any case, now that the store has been open for half a year, after doing the math, the savings turned out to be only a few thousand yuan!
And with earning less money, his family frequently picked on the faults of his business, those advantages that could once make money like a windfall have now beco flaws.
But all of this was not what Song Dafang imagined at all!
Having separated from his gradually aging and ailing parents, he no longer had to worry about their retirent, healthcare, or care, nor did he have to close the shop to go ho for the holidays, spending money on gifts.
He didn’t even have to take care of his brother’s daughter and disabled son...
He should have been able to dump a heavy burden.
But now, why wasn’t it like that?
He rembered the quality goods that Song Tan grew with exclusive supplies, the seeds and varieties given by various dostic and international agricultural research institutions, and the grand scenes of hiring tens of people during busy farming seasons...
In the middle of the night, he leaned against the door of his store, gazing at the group happily eating barbecue from a distance, his expression sowhat dazed.
When suddenly seen by Old Zhao, he was startled:
Oh my! Why is this person standing there?
Is it really about not earning 200 yuan? Is it worth it? It wasn’t like he wasn’t giving... he was the first one to ask!
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