Paused the movement in his hand, looked up, and saw a middle-aged man wearing a gray cardigan, with a somewhat fat body, and a face like a grinding plate and eyes like beans.

Waiting for him to stop and take a few breaths, he said, "You guys are selling spicy cabbage?" ”

"Yes."

"Give me ten pounds." The fat man spoke directly.

"Ten pounds?" Qiao Mo'er was slightly stunned, then shook her head and smiled: "We only have less than two catties left, if you want it, I will weigh it for you." ”

"Then give me the rest." The fat man took out the money from the money bag on his waist, watched Han get up and weigh it, his eyes fell on Qiao Mo'er, turned his mung bean eyes, and asked, "Do you still have spicy cabbage at home?" ”

"Our family only sells two jars a day." Qiao Mo'er smiled and stretched out two fingers.

The fat man frowned, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and then said, "I don't know if you can move, my shopkeeper wants to talk to you about business." ”

"Talking about business?"

Han Shi was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked at Qiao Mo'er.

Qiao Mo'er raised her eyebrows slightly, looked the fat man up and down, and said thoughtfully: "May I ask who is the shopkeeper of your family, and what business do you want to talk to us?" ”

"Please come with me, I'll know when I get there." The fat man said with a smile.

Qiao Mo'er frowned, and then shook her head directly before Han Shi spoke, and said, "If there is any uncle who just says it directly, as for moving, it's already noon, my brother will get out of school soon, and we have to hurry home to cook." ”

As she spoke, Qiao Mo'er handed over the oiled paper bag wrapped in spicy cabbage to the fat man, and continued to put things away.

She saw that her father had come to pick them up with an ox cart!

Displeasure flashed in the fat man's eyes, he looked at the oil paper bag in his hand, and asked again, "I wonder when you will sell it again?" ”

"The day after tomorrow."

"Then I'll come here again the day after tomorrow!"

After saying that, the fat man turned and left.

Staring at his distant figure, Qiao Mo'er looked thoughtful.

Hua Rong's eyebrows raised slightly, and in a place where no one could see, the back of her hand behind her back made a strange gesture.

Today, I had to add up to a total of one hundred and eight dollars.

Qiao Mo'er is not too little, and she is mainly here for spicy cabbage.

He can't only supply this spicy cabbage to Mingyue Restaurant, and Mingyue Restaurant can't eat a lot. She wants to sell it in bulk on the market, and she also wants to make a name for herself first like a finger cake.

But spicy cabbage is not the same as finger cakes, Qiao Moer just wants to make a name for herself first, but she doesn't plan to sell it all the time at home, she is ready to wholesale...

"Shopkeeper Lu said that he would like ten jars of spicy cabbage tomorrow."

On the way home, the ox cart driven by Qiao Guangfa did not let Hua Rong come. After all, there will definitely be a lot of running to the town in the future, and you can't let Hua Rong catch up all the time.

Far away, there was white smoke coming from the roof of their hometown, and Han and Qiao Guangfa jumped in their hearts, thinking that something was wrong. When I returned home, I found that it was Qiao Xu, Liu Zening, and Dou'er who were cooking in the stove house.

"I cooked porridge and prepared to fry two more vegetables, which haven't been cooked yet..."

Qiao Xu sat on the stove to light the fire, Dou'er was washing vegetables by the well in the yard, and Liu Zening was wearing a white-gray apron and carrying a spatula in his hand.

When they came back from school, they saw that their parents hadn't come back yet, so they simply cooked their own food, so that their parents could come back and save some money.

At this moment, he heard the movement, and greeted him.

"It's late for us to come back, my mother is here to cook, don't stay here soon." Han Shi hurriedly took the spatula in Liu Zening's hand, pulled off the apron, drove Qiao Xu and him out, and hurriedly turned around the pot table.

Qiao Mo'er also hurriedly went to help light the fire.

Taking Liu Zening's appearance of wearing an apron and carrying a spatula into her eyes just now, her expression was a little slight, and she suddenly felt that she was shouting in the town today and it was nothing...

The little master is a dignified man, but he still cooks...

Retracting his mind and looking at the busy people in the stove house, Hua Rong consciously went to the well and took over the work in Dou'er's hands...

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