Liu Guilan followed Su Changgui downstairs to buy cigarettes, and went to the small store to ask about the price of spicy pickles.

Su Changgui was slow to react, and he didn't know the original meaning of his wife's question.

Thinking that she was greedy for novelty and wanted to eat, he came to buy it early in the morning.

Liu Guilan ignored him, and then asked the store proprietress: "I wonder if you are interested in selling pickles in addition to spicy pickles?"

"Pickles?

What's that?" the store lady hadn't eaten pickles, so she didn't know what it tasted like.

Liu Guilan took out a small package of pickles from her pocket, handed it to the proprietress of the store, and said: "This pickle is produced by our factory, and it tastes good, and the people there love to eat it." ”

Fortunately, Liu Guilan came to Kyoto this time, in order to bring some pickles to Zhang Xuejing's family to taste, she didn't use her own clay pot to pack them in bulk, and took twenty or thirty pickle bags in the factory, thinking about a package or something, looking at the high grade, it is also suitable to use as a gift.

Later, when Su Yan packed the package and packed the gifts, he only packed twenty bags, leaving ten bags in the duffel bag.

Liu Guilan and Su Changgui ate two packs of white porridge in the past two mornings, and there are still eight packs left.

"Where are you?

Listen to the accent, is that rattling in the Northeast?" the proprietress asked with a smile.

She has been doing this small store for several years, and many of the surrounding areas are from the northeast to work.

Listening to Liu Guilan's accent similar to them, I guessed that the couple were also from the Northeast, but I don't know if they came to Kyoto to find work or made a special trip here to push pickles.

This thing is not bad just looking at the packaging, it's very interesting, the slap is a small pack, it's enough for a meal, but the key is convenience.

Like spicy pickles, if you can't put it in bulk, the taste will deteriorate the next day, and the texture will not be crispy.

"Yes, we are from the county seat below Harbin City.

Hehe, boss, this pickle is made by our pickle factory, hygienic and clean, do you want to try it?

We are now selling well in Harbin City and the surrounding counties. ”

Liu Guilan was actually very nervous, but her daughter's calm and calm appearance when doing business, she saw it in her eyes and tried not to be timid, so she barely smiled naturally.

Only then did Su Changgui know that his wife wanted to sell pickles to others, so he was nervous, staring at the proprietress for fear that she would refuse Guilan.

"Old ...... Hostess, this pickle...... Or is it an overseas Chinese coming back...... The factory was opened.

Really, you taste it, the taste is good, there are many villagers in the Northeast, willing to ...... It's sure to sell better than that spicy pickle. Su Changgui stumbled after saying this, and his face turned red.

This pickle is made by his own mother-in-law, and he has a feeling of selling melons and boasting when he says this.

The proprietress of the store looked at the sincerity of Liu Guilan and Su Changgui's faces, thinking that these people are forty or fifty years old, and they have traveled all the way to Kyoto to find a market, it is not easy, it doesn't hurt to try, if the taste is really good, you can consider it.

The proprietress took the pickle bag, tore open the bag, took out a piece with chopsticks and tasted it, raised her eyebrows, and felt a little unexpected surprise in her heart.

To tell the truth, this taste is really good, crisp, and a little tender, with white sesame seeds added to it, a little fragrant of sesame oil, used to accompany rice with porridge, very good for rice.

PS: I found that you guys don't like to talk lately~