Song Tan's Notes

But Zhang Yanping's jealousy obviously came too early!

  Because that same night, Boss Chang also came!

It was already evening when he arrived. He heard Song Tan say that there was a homestay in the village, so he booked a room without saying a word - 999 was nothing to him before, let alone now that he is getting richer!

So, two more nights were booked.

Compared with the monthly subscription, the real individual customers are obviously more hurtful! Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun huddled upstairs and whispered to each other, obviously afraid that their ugly jealous faces would be exposed and laughed at by the group of people below.

"Is our positioning wrong?" The gangster boss was miserable and jealous.

"No." Xin Jun is still preparing for class - more and more people are buying his online courses, and he earns several thousand yuan at most. There are also many people in the comment section saying that he really helps children at home who are different from normal people.

He became more cautious about this and paid more attention when preparing lessons.

Today, he can no longer be considered Qiao Qiao's tutor, but it is obvious that he has already become a member of the Song family.

Now, facing the screen, his answer to Zhang Yanping is particularly concise: "Our money cannot match Lu Chuan's positioning."

So cruel.

  The two of them are heavily in debt and can only afford to buy a simple homestay. How can they afford the wool and silk that rich people like?

In short, Zhang Yanping is ready to fight: "When we start the trial operation, I will make those fishermen unable to stop!"

  Monthly discount?! Not at all! He spent a lot of money to buy fish from Tan Tan, so of course the wool has to come from the sheep!

At this moment, the true face of the capitalist has appeared.

Boss Chang didn't know that his existence had hurt the hearts of the two small capitalists. He just woke up, stretched in the quilt, felt the smooth silk fabric passing by, and then secretly made up his mind -

  It turns out that money is well spent. I’ll also use such bedding in his home in the future!

Thinking about the tea he would receive today, he immediately woke up from his sleep and got up quickly, deciding to rely on his own courage to get some breakfast.

Who knew that as soon as he went downstairs, he saw a beautiful woman with long curly hair at the front desk cooking something in a pot. She was stirring the pot with a long-handled spoon in her hand, and the air was filled with a sweet fragrance. Boss Chang's eyes wanted to stick to the pot over the bar, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Is this the breakfast provided by the store?"

  If the restaurant provides such a delicious breakfast, should he go to Lao Song's house for a meal? Or should he finish this meal first and then go there for another meal?

He touched his stomach and suddenly felt a little unsure about his stomach capacity.

Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Boss Chang, right? Tan Tan asked you to come to her house for dinner this morning, and take a look at the tea leaves."

"The breakfast provided by our store is in the canteen on the mountain. I don't think you will like it. This is the sweet potato ball milk tea provided by the store. Do you want it? If you want it, please wait until the afternoon. The milk from the river beach has not been delivered yet."

Boss Chang is a calculating person. At this moment, besides the yellow sweet potato dumplings rolling in the pot, his mind is also filled with the keywords [river beach] [milk]...

Damn!

  He is so damned!

How could you forget that Song Tan’s family has a large ranch?

"They didn't kill cattle and sheep for meat behind my back, did they?" he asked nervously, leaning on the bar.

"Ah?" Lu Jing was stunned, and after thinking for a while, she said, "It seems not... After all, when we brought the cattle and sheep back, most of them were already pregnant."

That season happened to be the breeding season.

Boss Chang finally breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't matter if he didn't buy it, as long as he didn't let others get there first. Last year, at the pig-killing banquet, he saw five big white pigs all day and he was only given a pair of big pig trotters. I don't know how painful it was!

Thinking of this, the sweet potato dumplings in front of him didn’t seem so fragrant anymore, and he said hurriedly, “Then I’ll go over there.”

He took two steps and then turned back: "Call me when the afternoon milk tea is ready."

……

He arrived just in time, as the old Song family was having breakfast. Boss Chang was not polite at all. He walked in, greeted them, and went into the kitchen. When he saw his seventh cousin making pancakes, he couldn't help but feel delighted again!

"Chef Song! I miss your cooking skills so much! Oh, Master Qian in our restaurant praises you every day and says that Master Jiang is happy here too..."

His lips were chattering and his hands were moving without slowing down. He picked up a plate and first took away two leek boxes, then took away a thin, oily leek vermicelli and egg pancake.

After getting all these, he took out a large bowl and filled himself with porridge, then turned around and found a salted duck egg, which he brought to the dining room neatly.

I drank a spoonful of the hot porridge first, savoring the sweetness and softness of the rice. Then I tapped the top of the salted duck egg twice, peeled off the shell, and put a chopstick in to stir the duck egg.

  Seeing the greasy butter flowing out, he quickly peeled off the skin, crushed the whole salted duck egg and put it into the porridge bowl. The porridge slowly reached the edge of the bowl!

He quickly stepped forward and gave it a fierce suck!

"Suck it..."

Oh my! I finally got to eat it! This luxurious breakfast, different from the one in my own restaurant, was so satisfying!

Zhang Yanping, who was standing by, was dumbfounded: "Boss Chang, your family buys so many things every day, don't you even want to taste them yourself?"

That shouldn’t be the case. They are not so greedy for these meals now.

  When Boss Chang saw the gangster, he subconsciously shrank back and moved his bowl. After a moment, he realized what was happening in the other's big bell-like eyes, so he sat up straight as if nothing had happened and sighed:

"You don't understand. The price of duck eggs has increased this year. Now it's 128 yuan per serving. I feel like I'm eating my own money after taking a bite."

"It's not that I can't bear to eat it, but the mood is different... It's heavy!"

"Wait a minute, didn't you say that ducks don't lay eggs in spring? How come you still have salted duck eggs at home? Why don't you sell them to me?"

Zhang Yanping: “…”

  First of all, they sell this salted duck egg to Boss Chang for 20 yuan each. It has nothing to do with them that he sells it for 128 yuan...but he personally is amazed first!

Secondly, it is understandable. If he could save the salted duck eggs he eats every morning and sell them for 128, it would be a burden for him to eat them.

At last……

"It's not like there aren't any ducks in the spring, but even if there aren't many, it's enough for the family to eat."

"It's not appropriate to sell these extra 10 or 8 to you!"

"Why not?" Boss Chang had already taken a bite of the chive dumpling. The tender green spring chives paired with the golden egg chops were fresh and fragrant with just the addition of oil and salt. He ate it with a clamor, and the words in his mouth were also clamoring: "Don't give up on the small business!"

"What's wrong with 10 salted duck eggs? There are plenty of people who want them in my store! I wanted to say this last year. We are not afraid of being accused of hunger marketing!" (End of this chapter)