??Chapter 332: 332. Sensible lon_1
Chapter 332: 332. Sensible lon_1
[Slurp]
[I won’t say whose drool that is]
[This lon is so thoughtful, it must be here to repay a favor]
[I’m so moved that tears are streaming down from the corner of my mouth…]
I an, who doesn’t want a bite of waterlon in this scorching heat?
At this mont, Seventh Uncle excitedly stuffed half a waterlon into Qiaoqiao’s hands, “Here, break it, let’s all see if this lon is sweet or not?”
How infuriating!
The chat room was filled with envious comnts.
Qiaoqiao’s hands were filled with an unevenly split half of a waterlon, and after a mont of bewildernt, she saw Seventh Uncle expertly support the side of the lon with one hand while the other hand ford a fist and “bam” he smashed down on the lon!
“Crack.”
The perfectly ripe red flesh of the waterlon then made a few cracking sounds, and he unhesitatingly broke off big pieces, casually handing them to Song Tan, Zhang Yanping, and others.
Qiaoqiao stared at Seventh Uncle with her mouth wide open, then at the lon in her own hand, and at that mont, she learned how to do it!
She too clenched her fist and smashed it fiercely against the rind in her hand!
“Bang!”
With this powerful punch, there was no crackling sound—only the waterlon being forcefully squashed, with chunks of lon flesh and rind flying everywhere, causing Xin Jun beside her, who was eagerly waiting, to put on a mask of agony:
“What a waste!”
Qiaoqiao then looked blankly at the remaining, increasingly battered lon flesh in her hands, then at Big White and Zhang Wang peeking around the corner, and in a flash, she spoke righteously:
“It’s not wasted! Big White and Zhang Wang on the ground will eat it.”
…
In the past, whether it was a dog or a goose appearing, the audience in the chat room would be full of enthusiasm.
But now, even if the sky’s king’s father ca, he couldn’t compare to the waterlon in his hand!
Xin Jun took the slightly battered waterlon, tried to break it, and made sure that everyone got a piece.
What remained in his hand was a piece of waterlon no larger than the size of his palm.
The erald green, sweet white thin rind, and the red crisp flesh that looked like fine jewels, combined with the considerateness of this seedless waterlon, made him eager to open his mouth wide and “ah wu” stuff the whole piece into his mouth!
His cheeks were bulging, but before he could even chew, the rich and sweet juice instantly flowed down his throat.
Even though the sun had ward the lon, it still felt refreshingly sweet when it hit the mouth.
Looking at everyone else, they were all in a state of bliss—
“So delicious!”
Qiaoqiao mumbled vaguely.
Song Tan also tasted it carefully, then her eyes lit up:
“Indeed, it’s good.”
She turned to ask Zhang Wang, who was eating with squinted eyes, “Uncle Zhang, are there many ripe waterlons in the field?”
Zhang Wang nodded excitedly, “There are plenty! I checked this morning, and most of the early lons have ripened! ”
“And those big lons, they have also grown quite plump now; it won’t be long before they’re ready to eat.”
“It’s just that the weather is too hot. If these lons keep baking in the field and then there cos a downpour, I’m afraid they’ll all burst open, so we need to hurry and sell them.”
As soon as he said that, the chat room’s audience, who were already drooling, reacted dramatically—like patients shocked into suddenly sitting up in bed, the barrage of comnts never stopped!
[Look at ! Look at , host!]
[Where exactly is the host? Open up a location, I’m driving there right now]
[Host, I’ll pay for the shipping, there’s no package that can’t be sent!]
[Just tell
how much the lon is, isn’t it okay if I buy it?]
[Damn it! The host hasn’t even nad the price, and you’ve already started to snap things up. Aren’t you worried about the price hike?]
[His stuff is expensive to begin with.]
[Host, look at , I’m rich!]
But at this mont, who could still pay attention to their phones?
Zhang Yanping, in charge of filming, was nibbling on the waterlon rind with such delicate finesse, his expression a mix of reluctant parting laced with a hint of cherishnt, and within that cherishnt lay a touch of regret—as if he was sighing—
When I was eating the waterlon just now, I took too big of a bite!
To be honest, after Zhu Bajie ate the Ginseng Fruit, he must have looked exactly like this.
But with this, no matter what was said in the barrage, no one cared.
So everyone naturally heard Song Tan’s cold-hearted words:
“This lon is ripe and very nice. For the first batch, I won’t sell them online—it’s a headache with packaging and after-sales. I’ll ask if anyone in the city wants them?”
“Brother Yanping, if it’s convenient, can you post a link?”
Convenient, what’s not convenient!
Zhang Yanping pulled a peach tree leaf to wipe his hands, then took out his phone and rapidly tapped away:
“I’ve already prepared everything our ho can sell in the backend. You think I get my salary for nothing?”
Although with a re salary of 1500, he was too embarrassed to ntion it in the livestream…”
However, the fisherman there really did make a lot of money!
And for the worms, everyone had scoured the hills and fields, capturing everything that could be captured.
With such an abundance of material, listing them was just a matter of lifting a finger, right?
At this mont, the button to confirm the listing was clicked, and the mini-program imdiately had new products.
Song Tan just happened to make an announcent in the group—
[This year’s first batch of waterlons, as a custor appreciation, only 20 yuan per jin! Pick up at 5:00 PM at the riverside vegetable market, leave once sold out! Purchase directly through the mini-program if interested.]
Well, as soon as the ssage went out, the first to respond was Old Zhao!
[I’m first! Give
10!]
After responding, he then heartachingly ssaged Song Tan: “You should’ve told
about the waterlons! I can drive there right now, I’ll give you this price for as many as you have, isn’t that okay?”
Running a small store was joyous, but the daily complaints from custors about insufficient stock put a lot of ntal pressure on him.
Now that Song Tan had a new product and didn’t inform his store, wasn’t this just adding insult to injury with his already shabby shopfront?
Facing Old Zhao, Song Tan spoke frankly:
“These waterlons are expensive to start with, I can’t really afford to give you a lot extra, it’s not profitable. So I didn’t plan on putting them in your store.”
Each lon weighed at least three to five jin, costing around a hundred yuan each—which even today wasn’t considered cheap.
Moreover, the lons weren’t even as big as footballs, yet tasted so divine; a girl could finish one off in a sitting. If a family wanted to enjoy them together, wouldn’t they need to prepare three to five?
Then why bother passing it through Old Zhao’s store again?
Why indeed.
At this mont, people were beginning to place orders in the backend, Song Tan, watching the quantity displayed above, now with a grand wave of his hand:
“Pick so more waterlons. Let’s head ho first to indulge ourselves! Once we’ve had our fill and the sun isn’t so intense in the afternoon, we’ll co back together to pick more lons. I’ll take them to the city.”
Everyone felt one lon wasn’t enough, and hurriedly applied the newly learned and still fresh waterlon-picking techniques, clumsily searching the waterlon field.
Once again, the viewers in the forgotten livestream: …
[I’m numb, I’m forgotten again, am I?]
[20 yuan a jin, it’s not like I can’t afford it! (Screaming at the top of my lungs!)]
[Host, look at h—]
[Host, you’ve changed, you don’t care about
anymore.]
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