But Zhang Yanping’s jealousy obviously came too early!
Because that night, Boss Chang also came!
It was already evening when he arrived. He heard from Song Tan that there was a B&B in the village, so he went to book a room without saying a word - 999 was nothing to him before, let alone the richer and richer he is now!
So, we booked it for two more nights.
Compared with the monthly subscription, this kind of real individual guest is obviously more hurtful to people's hearts! Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun huddled upstairs and muttered, obviously afraid that their ugly jealous faces would show up and make the people below laugh.
“Is our positioning wrong?” The gangster brother was miserable and sour.
"No." Xin Jun is still preparing lessons - more and more people are buying his online lessons, and he is earning thousands of dollars. Many people in the comment area said that it has really helped children at home who are different from normal people.
He became more and more cautious about this and was very attentive in preparing lessons.
To this day, he can no longer be regarded as Qiao Qiao's tutor, but it is obvious that he has already become a part of the old Song family.
Now looking at the screen, Zhang Yanping’s answer was extremely concise and concise: “Our money cannot match Lu Chuan’s positioning.”
So cruel.
The two of them had accumulated a lot of debt to build a simple B&B. How could they afford the wool and silk that rich people like?
In short, Zhang Yanping is gearing up: “When we open for trial operation, I will make those fishing guys want to stop!”
Monthly discount? ! Nothing! He spent a lot of money to buy fish from Tantan, and of course the wool must come from the sheep!
At this moment, the face of the capitalists has appeared.
Boss Chang didn’t know that he existed, and he had already broken the hearts of two small investors. He just woke up, stretched out in bed, felt the smooth silk fabric passing by, and secretly made up his mind -
Sure enough, money is spent wherever it is worth it. He will also use bedding like this at home!
Thinking again about the tea leaves that he was about to receive today, his energy immediately awoke after a good sleep. He quickly got up and decided to use his face to make breakfast.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I came downstairs, I saw a beautiful woman with long curly hair cooking something in a pot at the front desk. She was stirring the pot with a long-handled spoon in her hand. The air was filled with a sweet fragrance. Boss Chang His eyes wanted to cross the bar and stick to the pot, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Is this the breakfast provided in the store?"
If the restaurant provided such a fragrant breakfast, would he still go to Lao Song's house for a meal? Or finish this meal first and then eat there?
He touched his stomach and suddenly felt not very confident about his stomach capacity.
Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Boss Chang, right? Tan Tan asked you to have dinner at home in the morning and take a look at the tea leaves."
“The breakfast provided by our store is in the canteen on the mountain. You may not like it—this is the sweet potato dumpling milk tea provided by the store. Do you want to drink it? If you want to drink it, wait until the afternoon. The milk from the river beach has not been delivered yet.”
Boss Chang is a calculating person. At this moment, all he can think about is the yellow sweet potato dumplings rolling in the pot, and the keywords [river beach] [milk]...
Damn it!
He really deserves to die!
How could you forget that Song Tan’s family also has a large pasture?
"They didn't kill cattle and sheep for meat behind my back, did they?" he asked nervously while lying on the bar.
That season happens to be the breeding season.
Boss Chang was relieved. It doesn’t matter if he didn’t buy it, just don’t let others get there first. Last year at the pig slaughtering party, I watched five big white pigs all day long and was only given a pair of big pig's trotters. I didn't know how painful it was!
Thinking of this, the sweet potato dumplings in front of him seemed to be less fragrant. He hurriedly said: "Then I'll go over there."
Having taken just two steps, she turned back and said, “Call me when you’re ready for the afternoon milk tea.”
…
He arrived just in time. The old Song family was having breakfast. Boss Chang was not polite at all. He walked in and said hello and went into the kitchen. When he saw the seventh cousin making pancakes, he couldn't help but feel excited again!
“Chef Song! I miss your cooking skills so much! Oh, Chef Qian in our shop praises you every day, and says that Master Jiang is also happy here..."
His lips were chattering, and his hands were not slow at all. He picked up a plate and took away two boxes of chives, and then took away a thin, oily leek vermicelli egg pancake.
When he had all these, he turned over another large bowl and filled himself with a full bowl of porridge. He turned around and found another salted duck egg, which he brought neatly to the restaurant.
Take a spoonful of the hot porridge first and carefully feel the sweetness and softness of the rice. Then he knocked the top of the salted duck egg twice, peeled off the shell at that point, inserted a chopstick and stirred the inside of the duck egg twice.
Seeing the oily butter flowing out, I quickly peeled off the skin, minced the whole salted duck egg and put it into the porridge bowl. The porridge was almost to the edge of the bowl!
He quickly stepped forward and took a slurp!
“Suck…”
oops! Finally got it! This kind of luxurious breakfast is different from the one in our own restaurant. It’s so enjoyable!
Zhang Yanping on the side was stunned: "Boss Chang, your family buys so many things every day, but you are not willing to taste them yourself?"
It shouldn’t be, they are not so greedy for these meals now.
When Boss Chang saw the gangster brother, he shrank subconsciously and moved the bowl again. After a moment, the opponent's big copper bell-like eyes came to his senses, so he sat up straight as if nothing had happened and sighed:
“You don’t understand. The price of these duck eggs has increased this year. It’s 128 per serving. When I take one bite, I feel like I’m eating my own money.”
“It’s not that I’m reluctant to eat it, but the mood is different...heavy!”
"Wait a minute, didn't you say that ducks won't lay eggs in spring now? Why are there still salted duck eggs at home? Why don't you sell them to me if you have some good ones!"
Zhang Yanping: “…”
First of all, they sold these salted duck eggs to Boss Chang for 20 yuan each. It had nothing to do with them that they sold them for 128...but he personally marveled at them first!
Secondly, it is understandable. If he saves the salted duck eggs every morning and sells them for 128, it would be strange for him to eat them.
at last…
“It’s not like the ducks haven’t laid at all in the spring. They only lay a little, which is enough for the family.”
“It’s not appropriate to sell these extra 10-8 pieces to you!”
"Why isn't it appropriate?" Boss Chang had already taken a bite of the leek box. The tender green spring leeks were paired with golden chopped eggs. The oil and salt alone were enough to make them fragrant. He was slurping as he ate, and the words in his mouth were also squealing: “Don’t let it be a small business!”
“What’s wrong with 10 salted duck eggs? I have plenty in my store and people want them! I wanted to say this last year, we are really not afraid of being accused of hunger marketing!” (End of Chapter)