??Chapter 339: Do you eat pig’s feet?_1
Chapter 339: Do you eat pig’s feet?_1
The evening market was bustling once again.
People just off work, walking their dogs, and those fully equipped for race walking… The gentle breeze by the river blew, carrying the dry heat of the sumr with a hint of moist air. Several young n and won zood past on their electric scooters, but when they stopped, they couldn’t find a crowded spot no matter where they looked.
And look at those selling waterlons—a senior citizen here, a young lad there, and over there, an auntie… None of them were the usual stall owners!
Not to ntion the usual parking spot for the small bosses’ pickups, which had already been taken over by soone selling a basket of peaches.
Everyone looked here and there, finally setting their sights on a thoughtful-looking braised food vendor at the counter and cautiously asked:
“Boss, may I ask about the young lady who often sells vegetables here with her pickup, didn’t she co today?”
“Yeah,” soone behind added anxiously, “Wasn’t she selling waterlons today? Did you guys buy from the app?”
“Too expensive.”
“I didn’t want to place an order online, was planning to co over and try it first…”
Waterlons, what waterlons?
The braised food vendor shuddered, rembering the balance that flew out of his bank card. He looked down at the six small waterlons by his feet, utterly clueless about how to explain the purchase to his wife at ho, and said despondently, “You are too late, they were sold out long ago.”
What?
“Wasn’t it said that she’d be here at 5:00 at the market? It wasn’t just 5 o’clock, but around five or six, maybe at 5 maybe at 6…”
“Didn’t we co just after 6? How co they’re gone?”
Seeing the distressed expressions on several people’s faces, for so reason, the braised food vendor suddenly felt a surge of smugness—
Look, the waterlons you can’t buy, I got them!
This sowhat soothed his mood about the money he’d lost today, so he said rather smugly, “People were queuing up here before 5:30. In half an hour, a truckload of lons was sold out.”
Actually, it was just that the crowd took so ti picking and weighing, plus the pushing and shoving while tasting the waterlons… If it weren’t for a few young officers from the nearby police station who ca over for a couple of rounds, a fight might have broken out.
Nevertheless, with all these distractions, when the young officers happily carried away a small round lon, the girl had neatly closed her truck bed and drove off right after selling out.
Now that these hesitant young n and won were rushing over, they wouldn’t even catch a whiff of car exhaust.
With this thought, the braised food vendor perked up:
“No more lons, but how about so braised pig trotters? My family’s braising sauce is really authentic!”
“If you buy so, I’ll show you the lons I got.”
The young girl in front of him wouldn’t fall for it: “Boss, are you showing
the lon, or reselling it to ?”
Reselling… that would an marking up the price!
The vendor eyed the young custor, thinking that if she really intended to buy the expensive lon, she would have placed an order through the app by now, so probably she wouldn’t pay much more.
So he said, “Of course, I’m just showing it to you.”
Huh––
The group scattered.
After a few steps, the girl in the lead turned back:
“Forget it, I told my mom I’d buy a waterlon. Can’t go back empty-handed—give
two of those braised pig trotters.”
“All right!”
The braised food vendor bead with joy: “Let
tell you, my braised pig trotters are best eaten hot with broth—super tender! They nearly lt in your mouth with one bite!”
“And if they cool down, they’re still chewy, the skin and at have a bit of bounce to them. So fragrant!”
“But if you chuck them in an air fryer for three to five minutes, boy oh boy, biting into them is so satisfying! The skin remains chewy and the at inside is piping hot, not greasy at all, with none of that mushy texture, just perfect for enjoying with a drink, watching a football ga or a movie at night. It’s amazing!”
“Plus, if you can sneak them into the movie theater, once the lights go off and the big screen lights up, and you’re there munching away, the whole theater will be filled with the aroma. Now tell , isn’t that sensational?”
Wow!
Bringing pig trotters into the movie theater, the boss has no ethics!
But… slurp… I really want…
As the words fell, the young people who hadn’t gone far all hesitated and gathered around.
Once everyone left, the boss fumbled with the calculator, mumbling, ‘Six big pig trotters, that’s worth at least two lons.’
After thinking for a mont, he decided to place several lons on the counter.
…
anwhile, Song Tan had finished work early and was already pulling her cart to the nearby Fengfeng Express Station.
These were the lons she had carefully selected, ones that were not too ripe and perfect for express delivery.
It was a pity that sending them through Wind Speed Express without Brother Xiaozhang ant paying a lot more for delivery.
But, Brother Xiaozhang only delivered goods once in the afternoon, and Secretary Xiaozu was in a hurry, insisting they be sent today—fortunately, she was the one paying the delivery fee.
With that thought, Song Tan felt relieved.
The courier at Fengfeng Express was busy processing orders when he saw soone approach and casually pointed:
“Sending a package? What is it?”
He had just asked subconsciously, without expecting the young man behind him to bring over a plump waterlon:
“Sending a lot of waterlons.”
The courier boy was stunned.
It took him a while to respond, “Sending waterlons?”
His voice was full of disbelief.
Song Tan nodded, “Can you pack them well? They can’t be damaged.”
The Fengfeng Express Station was quite big, and it was well-stocked. The young man hesitated, “We do have the ans, but the express fee for air shipping isn’t cheap…”
Nowadays, where can’t you buy waterlons? It really wasn’t necessary.
Song Tan waved her hand, “No problem. As long as they can be sent out tonight.”
“That can definitely be done!”
Song Tan pointed to the back seat of her car, “There are a total of 20 lons; please package them.”
The courier boy: …
It’s the rich folks these days, full of strange quirks and doing the oddest things!
After all the hassle, by the ti they were actually ready to send off the waterlons, the sky was starting to darken.
Song Tan asked Qiaoqiao, “Are you hungry?”
Qiaoqiao opened the pouch on the front of his chest, “Cucumber!”
Well, they even had water. The brother and sister each took a cucumber and began to crunch into them, while Qiaoqiao’s Ultraman Seiro, which he had placed in the back of the car, clearly wasn’t as loved anymore.
And after finishing a cucumber, Song Tan had arrived at her aunt’s building:
“There are three big lons in total. Can you handle one if I carry two?”
Qiaoqiao, full of bravado, said, “I can carry two!”
Song Tan: “… Okay, you carry two.”
She grabbed one and went straight upstairs.
The aunt, having received a call, had been waiting at ho for a while. Seeing them arrive, she couldn’t help but sigh:
“Look at you, waterlons are so expensive at this ti of year, you should be selling them for a good price before they hit the market! If you really wanted to give them away, couldn’t you have waited until it got hotter? They won’t sell as well then.”
As she spoke, she quickly took the lons from them.
Song Tan liked her aunt’s forthright manner and laughed, “It’s okay, Auntie, I wanted you to try the first batch.”
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