??Chapter 513: 513. Pushing millstone_1
Chapter 513: 513. Pushing millstone_1
The saleswoman paused—was there really soone who wanted to taste another bite?
But she quickly recovered and continued with a smile, “Sure, take a taste. Our boss said these peaches are very scarce, so the tasting is limited in quantity…”
Normally, Lu Youyou would have felt too embarrassed, but now she could hardly think that much and just forked another piece into her mouth!
If it weren’t in the supermarket, she might have even stomped her foot in delight!
“Mmm, mmm, mmm!”
While chewing carefully, savoring the tiny cube of peach as if it were an Immortal Pill, she pulled the shopping cart closer, “I’ll take 4… no, 6 boxes!”
“Right, how long will these peaches be on sale? Are they available every day?”
The saleswoman had not yet recovered from her astonishnt at the six boxes and subconsciously replied, “I heard the peach yield is not high, just this batch in six of our fancy chain supermarkets, and they’ll be taken off the shelves once sold out. They probably won’t last more than a few days…”
My goodness!
Lu Youyou was imdiately startled.
Right! Such delicious peaches won’t be as readily available as cabbages; of course, they’re limited in ti and quantity! She often snatched up limited edition items and was very experienced!
So she looked carefully again at the details on the electronic screen next to her: [Peaches keep fresh in the refrigerator’s fruit and vegetable box for up to one month]
One month… she could easily show off 4 peaches a day without a problem!
“I’ll take 10 boxes first!”
Ah right, such tasty peaches must be shared with close sisters, and her parents had to taste them too—
“Make it 15 boxes!”
The saleswoman: …!!!(*??????*)冫
No matter what!
With a clear and loud voice, she called out, “All right, I’ll get you the freshest gift boxes right away!”
The box, white with a hint of pink, had “Yunqiao Immortal Peaches” written on top, containing four large green peaches, an exceptionally refreshing color combination. At this mont, they were piled up in her cart, catching the eyes of other custors shopping for fresh produce nearby—making them hesitate.
Are these peaches really that good? Or are they on special? Why buy so many? They must be incredibly good for them to be this sought after, right?
As they were pondering, they saw the saleswoman coming over with a new tray, “New product, Yunqiao Immortal Peaches, want to try? Free tasting available.”
Seeing the custors couldn’t resist and had picked up the forks, she grabbed her walkie-talkie, “Manager, manager, there’s an increase in custors at C3 Zone’s new peaches, too busy to handle, send over two more people…”
Additionally, this bowl of peaches has to be divided into a few more small plates!
…
Shopkeeper Wang was completely unaware of all the hubbub.
The supermarket was too big, and he was unfamiliar with it. As he wandered around, he got lost and decided not to rush, just following the aisles slowly, looking slowly…
Then he couldn’t resist and ran to the cashier to get a shopping cart—
As he rounded the snack and biscuit section, his phone started vibrating frantically.
On the other end was the mall manager he had just signed a contract with, shouting, “Shopkeeper Wang, where did you go? Why did it take so long to answer the phone?! The stock is selling out here, hurry up with the replenishnts!”
Shopkeeper Wang: …What, what, what?!
Before he could snap out of his daze, he heard the person on the phone seemingly pick up a landline, shouting again, “…Yunqiao Immortal Peaches? You want to transfer so? I don’t have enough here! Ask the third store, they normally have fewer custors…”
Manager Wang stood there, at the mont feeling dizzy, as if falling through the clouds.
…
The peaches on the mountain were being picked in an orderly and lively manner, while Song Tan sat under the porch picking out soybeans.
Yesterday, Seventh Uncle had rummaged through several of the family’s freezers and found a few aged pork legs, so he soaked a large basin of soybeans in the morning.
Now, with nothing better to do, Song Tan sat on a small stool, picking out the semi-translucent soybean hulls that had floated to the surface.
This task wasn’t exhausting—in fact, it hardly qualified as a task at all. Just rub a few tis, stir a little, wait for a few hulls to surface in the whirlpool of water, and scoop them out with your hand.
It was less about picking soybeans and more about playing with water, while also practicing so Tai Chi on the side.
On the other side, Qiaoqiao was wielding a small axe, chopping away at several big pork trotters!
Seventh Uncle watched and couldn’t help feeling triumphant:
“This silly boy is born to work in the kitchen! Look at the vigor in his work!”
The hard pork trotters were being chopped piece by piece, efficiently done.
Song Tan quickly added, “Qiaoqiao, chop them a bit smaller, I don’t like gnawing on big pieces!”
“Okay!”
Qiaoqiao wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to chop into even smaller pieces, while Seventh Uncle casually instructed, “Qiaoqiao, keep at it! When we stew the soybeans with the pork trotters at noon, you’ll be the one cooking!”
“Okay!”
Qiaoqiao was neither nervous nor restless, responding with an extra loud and confident voice, “I’m sure I can make it taste incredibly good!”
Seventh Uncle smiled with his eyes narrowed, not discouraging him, “Right.”
He then muttered softly, “With the soybeans there, unless you burn everything, how could it possibly taste bad…”
While speaking, he glanced at the brand-new stone mill by the courtyard. Then, he looked over at Song Tan, “Have you picked enough? They’ve been soaking for three hours; pour out a basin for . I’ll grind tofu.”
The soybeans for making tofu couldn’t soak too long. Using a soy milk machine was one thing, but if they wanted to make tofu, the timing had to be just right.
“Almost done!”
Song Tan quickly stirred her hand through the beans and watched as the last few hulls floated up. She hurriedly scooped them out with a strainer. Then she carefully ladled the beans into another basin.
Just as she finished and was ready to watch Seventh Uncle make tofu, she saw the old man looking at her, “You’re the strongest in the house, and since you’ve got nothing else to do, why don’t you turn the mill?”
This young girl, looking so clean and tidy, could lift a basket of peaches that weighed over a hundred pounds as if they were foam. Seventh Uncle had been amazed ever since he first saw her handle groceries.
Song Tan: …
“Although I’m the strongest, I am also the healthiest. Opportunities for exercise should be given to Brother Yanping and Brother Wu Lei… after all, n should maintain a good physique.”
Seventh Uncle glanced at her, “With your strength, you just have to push and walk forward; it’s not tiring. Can’t count on those two, or else we’d be eating tofu in the dark!”
“Tonight, I’m planning on making fish head tofu soup, cold tofu with scallions, mapo tofu, and braised tofu with cabbage… Tell , which one would you like to eat?”
“Oh right, it’s hot today, I wonder if we could make fernted tofu? Let’s not bother; it needs to be kept in an air-conditioned room, what a hassle—though if it turns out successful, we can serve it with crispy rice cooked in fresh rice…”
Song Tan’s mouth was already watering!
She popped up from her chair in the blink of an eye, her face serious, “Grown-ups don’t choose, I want them all!”
She then stood proudly by the stone mill, her hands on the fra, eagerly watching as Seventh Uncle put all the tools and buckets in place to catch the soy milk, and commanded:
“Seventh Uncle, add water and beans!”
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