The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 667
"Three hundred Wen a catty?!"

Shopkeeper He was holding a sweet potato fries in his hand, his eyes almost fell out of surprise.

He was chewing dried sweet potatoes in his mouth, but he almost choked when he opened his mouth.

Qiao Xiaomai picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "Come on, have a drink."

Shopkeeper He took the cup and drank it down. He raised his hand and beat his chest a few times, with a surprised look on his face, "Three hundred Wen, one catty? One catty! Are you sure?"

This is dozens of times the price of meat. This is money grabbing, right?

right?

Qiao Xiaomai calmly picked up a sweet potato fries and placed it in front of Shopkeeper He, "Look, there is a layer of light icing sugar on it, which is crystal clear under the sun. Look at the appearance again, the white-fleshed sweet potato is steamed. It came out like this, although the color is brown and not very pretty, but it tastes good."

"Which one do you think tastes better than the best candied dessert you've ever eaten?"

Shopkeeper He "..."

He picked up another sweet potato fries and put it in front of his eyes to look carefully. He didn't notice it just now, but now he saw that there was indeed a layer of icing sugar on the surface.

But the color is really bad, brown, incomparable with those exquisite snacks.

But this taste is really good, all the dim sum preserves I have eaten before are not as good as this dried sweet potato in front of me.

But it's worth three hundred Wen a catty...

He looked at Qiao Mai with a wrinkled face, "Miss Qiao, the three hundred Wen is too outrageous, most people can't afford it."

"This is not for ordinary people. Ordinary people can eat jelly and vermicelli. This dried sweet potato is only for the rich."

"But it doesn't look good." Shopkeeper He said in embarrassment.

Qiao Mai nodded.

Yes, the sweet potatoes here are white fleshed, not red fleshed. The dried sweet potatoes made from red soil sweet potatoes are orange, and I feel good when I look at them. It looks like a farm product that is not up to the grade.

"Shopkeeper, do you think this taste is worth three hundred Wen a catty?" Qiao Mai asked.

"The taste is worth it, but the appearance is not."

"Then you should sell it first, and then lower the price if you can't sell it," Qiao Mai said.

The wife of Shaodong's family spoke, and the taste was really good, Shopkeeper He nodded with a bitter face.

"You can sell it for three hundred Wen. If it is sold, you will get ten Wen for every catty." Qiao Mai said.

In the past, shopkeeper He would raise the price of the things she brought, but this time shopkeeper He disliked him so much, and she was so confident that she didn't dare to speak out.

"Success." Shopkeeper He's face was still bitter.

After Qiao Maimai and Tong Sanlang left, shopkeeper He ordered someone to carry the cloth bag containing dried sweet potatoes to his room. He brought a plate and took a few sticks out with chopsticks, trying to make a trick.

The appearance is too bad, if it doesn't taste so good, he absolutely can't accept this kind of thing in Jiweiju.

He swung it around, and even took carved patterns, but the appearance of dried sweet potatoes is taupe, no matter how he puts it, the color will not change.

After fiddling with it for a while, Shopkeeper He lost his patience. He threw the chopsticks aside and started eating dried sweet potatoes with his hands.

No matter, this taste is here, I believe those who love food, such as Fan Jia...

Should you buy it?
Say Fan Jia, Fan Jia is here.

Fan Jia had passed the provincial examination three years ago, and he was going back to Beijing to take the examination these days, and this day he came to Jiweiju again, planning to say goodbye to a few classmates and friends.

(End of this chapter)