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No matter what job you do, what's scary is having a passion for it, and what's even scarier is taking what you love to the extreme.

Qiaoqiao's love for kimchi is ingrained in her bones; with the same ingredients and the same methods, her kimchi always tastes better.

This is a metaphysical question.

On the third day, the kimchi jar was opened, and Qiaoqiao let her family try it first.

Sweet and sour, crisp yet not raw, its refreshing sour aroma immediately attracted the whole family.

Without thinking twice, Xiao Wei grabbed a radish strip and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with satisfaction, only to burst into tears from the spiciness.

"Oh my, my little darling, you even want to try dog ​​poop."

Hu Xiaomei picked up Xiaowei with heartache and took him to wash his hands, perhaps because Xiaowei had really eaten dog poop.

"Meiyun, eat this, it's so delicious." Zhou Zhonghai ate a radish and then a piece of cabbage.

The cabbage, riddled with wormholes, was surprisingly delicious.

Luo Meiyun ate with extremely mixed feelings.

Firstly, Qiaoqiao's kimchi is indeed delicious.

Secondly, it is indeed undignified for the vice governor's daughter-in-law to pick up vegetables.

Using ration coupons to buy vegetables and make kimchi is not enough; it's a really difficult choice.

"Mom, do you like it?" Qiaoqiao looked at Luo Meiyun, hoping to get her approval.

"I think there's nothing wrong with the vice governor's daughter-in-law picking up vegetables. It's a waste to throw those vegetables away; she's thrifty and good at managing the household," Luo Meiyun said, expressing her opinion.

"Mom, you like to eat this too?" Qiaoqiao asked in surprise.

"Mmm, it's delicious. A bowl of kimchi makes me want to eat an extra bowl of rice. It's really appetizing."

"Qiaoqiao, Dad supports you. Resources are scarce, and the vegetable base is wasting so many vegetables. It's just nonsense."

Zhou Zhonghai ate heartily, not forgetting to say to the lewd Fu Sanjun, "Put a can in a jar for me, I'll give it to Uncle Fu to try."

"Okay, plenty, there's still plenty left. Tomorrow I'll pack two jars to give to Gu Tong'an and Xiao Qi."

Qiaoqiao felt a great sense of accomplishment; she had never been so proud even when she was taking the college entrance exam.

"Qiaoqiao, do you have enough glass bottles at home?"

Zhou Wenhui asked while eating kimchi.

"That's enough. Are you taking it to work too?"

"The food in the cafeteria is bland and tasteless, so I'll bring a bottle to whet my appetite."

"Okay, I'll pack your food after you finish eating."

Everyone enjoyed the meal except for Xiaowei. The only regret was that not enough rice was cooked, and Zhou Zhonghai ate all the crispy rice crust.

To enhance the aroma, Qiaoqiao added two drops of sesame oil to each jar of kimchi.

Sesame oil is a precious commodity; the whole family only consumes about two kilograms a year.

For ordinary families, the most they would have is two or three ounces.

The next day, Qiaoqiao gave Gu Tong'an a bottle of kimchi and Xiaoqi a bottle of kimchi.

Gu Tong'an couldn't wait any longer and immediately opened it. The aroma of sesame oil filled the air, making all the students in the class drool.

"Qiaoqiao, it's so delicious! I can finish a whole bottle just by eating like this."

Gu Tong'an's eyes lit up, and Qiaoqiao was overjoyed: "If you like it, bring some more tomorrow, we have three big jars of it."

Xiaoqi put her jar of kimchi into her schoolbag, tried one of Gu Tong'an's, and exclaimed in surprise, "Qiaoqiao, there are such delicious dishes in the world! Can you teach me how to make them?"

"sure."

Gu Tong'an finished a bottle of kimchi in less than two minutes. All the students wanted to try it, and it was all gone in no time.

"It's delicious, even better than the braised pork that costs seven cents at school."

"If only the school had kimchi, I'd be willing to buy it for two cents a serving."

"Yang Qiao, can you give me a bottle?"

...Some students who lacked a sense of boundaries started asking Yang Qiao for kimchi. There were over eighty students in the class, and even if Qiao Qiao had three large jars, it wouldn't be enough to go around.

"I don't have many at home. I'll bring you some next time I make some."

Unexpectedly, the kimchi made from some rotten vegetables caused a lot of trouble.

"Yang Qiao, I don't want you to deliver it, just buy me a bottle. It's three cents a bottle, okay?"

A full glass jar, weighing at least a pound, but selling it for three cents is still too expensive, considering the vegetables don't cost much to produce.

Qiaoqiao had a sudden inspiration: Xiaoqi's family was so poor, she could make kimchi and sell it!

"Here's what we'll do: a full bottle costs 15 cents. If you need it, pay first, and I'll bring it to you tomorrow. I only have ten bottles, so I only sell ten bottles a day. Oh, and you need to give the bottles back to me."

"I want!"

"I want!"

Fifteen cents? That's so cheap!

Gu Tong'an immediately took out one yuan and fifty cents to reserve ten bottles, which he wanted to share with Yao Hongbing and Yao Xing.

"Gu Tong'an, you've only had one bottle, why are you fighting us for it? Yang Qiao, mine, register it for me!"

Soon, Qiaoqiao sold ten bottles, totaling one yuan and fifty cents.

If there's still demand, we'll sell it again tomorrow.

"Yang Qiao, you're so skillful! You managed to turn those rotten vegetables into such delicious pickled vegetables. We even went to pick vegetables on Sunday," Xiao Qi said sincerely.

Qiaoqiao stuffed 1.5 yuan into Xiaoqi's hand: "Xiaoqi, I won't sell kimchi. I'll help you open up the market, and you can sell it from now on."

"Me? I can't do it well."

Xiaoqi got anxious and said she didn't want the money.

"Prepare a few large jars, then vinegar, sugar, and salt. I'll bring you the sour water."

"Sugar? Jars? Yang Qiao, how much do these things cost?"

Sugar is so precious, and Xiaoqi's family doesn't have any coupons. Where can they buy it?

"Xiao Qi, take this money and buy jars, vinegar, soy sauce, and sugar. I'll bring them to you. Once you've earned some money, I'll help you find a way to get tickets."

Helping someone to the end, Qiaoqiao decided to help Xiaoqi prop up the kimchi.

Selling kimchi earns her much more than she used to go door-to-door selling vegetables.

Ten bottles cost 1.5 yuan each, and three hundred bottles a month would cost 45 yuan.

Forty-five yuan! An ordinary worker only gets around thirty yuan.

My older brother, Yang Zheng, works at a machinery factory, and he only earns 35 yuan a month.

"Yang Qiao, how about we go into partnership and split the profits 50/50?" Xiao Qi said earnestly.

"I don't want it. I'm just helping you open up the market. You'll still have to rely on yourself in the future."

Qiaoqiao makes kimchi not to make money, but purely out of hobby.

"That won't do. You have to take the money, otherwise I'll think you're just pitying me." Xiaoqi was a little angry.

"Okay, okay, how about this, you give me five yuan as a guidance fee."

Five dollars? That's too little!

"That's quite a lot. If you don't have enough, I can sell some more."

"Okay, it's settled then. We'll go pick vegetables this week."

"good!"

Wow, Qiaoqiao is so happy.

"Where are you going to pick vegetables?" Gu Tong'an asked, leaning closer.

"You're just joining in the fun. You want kimchi? Do you want money for it? I'll send you and Yao Xing a jar," Qiaoqiao scolded.

"One jar? No, not that many." Gu Tong'an quickly waved his hand.

"Gu Tong'an, are you free on Sunday?" Xiao Qi asked.

"Yes, I have plenty of time. I just sleep in at home."

"Here's what we'll do: you help us pick vegetables on Sundays, and your kimchi will be all you can eat for free."

"No, you can even pick the vegetables?"

"Don't worry about it, just come with us on Sunday."

"Okay, I'll go with you."