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Zhou Wenhui put down the phone, grabbed a bottle of kimchi from beside him, and went to the cafeteria.

Mid-morning is the busiest time for the cafeteria.

Many company canteens in the city are being contracted out, and the newspaper also has this intention, but it has not yet been implemented.

Zhou Wenhui watched as the staff inside the canteen were chopping cabbage, and asked through the window, "Ma'am, how much is the cabbage per pound?"

"Eight points!"

The woman chopping vegetables replied without even looking up, then sensed something was wrong. She glanced up and saw it was the editor-in-chief of the supplement section. She quickly put down what she was doing and asked, "Editor-in-Chief Zhou, what brings you here to inquire about cabbage prices?"

"I'm just browsing. It's eight cents a pound. Can one pound buy four servings of food?"

"Pretty much. You also need food coupons, so on average, it costs three cents to produce. Add oil, salt, and labor, and it'll cost at least four cents," the older woman explained enthusiastically.

"How much would you sell a pound of kimchi for?"

"Kimchi? The cafeteria has never sold it, but it takes a lot of ingredients, like sugar, soy sauce, and vinegar. It's also complicated to make, so our cafeteria has never made it."

"Sister, why don't you try this kimchi and see how it tastes?"

Zhou Wenhui opened the jar of pickled vegetables and handed it to his older sister.

The older woman picked up her chopsticks, took a radish, and said while eating, "It's delicious! How much is a bottle?"

"Fifteen cents."

"The cost is a bit high, but the taste is really good. Editor-in-Chief Zhou, could you buy me a bottle? I like it."

I ate a radish and then picked up a piece of cabbage; it was so much tastier than the boiled cabbage in the cafeteria.

"If we sold them in the cafeteria, would anyone buy them?"

"Of course people will buy it. Our boiled cabbage is only one cent a serving, and our kimchi is a bit more expensive, but it tastes much better. It's refreshing and goes well with rice."

"I'll sell it to you for one cent, and you can sell it for fifteen cents, how about that?"

"Sure, but Editor-in-Chief Zhou, I'm not responsible for this. You'll have to ask Manager Zhang, who manages the cafeteria."

"Okay, thank you, big sister."

Zhou Wenhui took the kimchi and turned to go to the canteen office.

After trying the kimchi, Manager Zhang was very satisfied and agreed to make three jars to try tomorrow. If sales are good, he can order more.

Xiaoqi didn't expect that such a tricky problem would be solved so quickly.

Early the next morning, she and her third brother, Gao Xiaoliu, borrowed a handcart, loaded it with three jars of pickled vegetables, and set off into the cool autumn breeze. They walked more than ten miles before arriving at the newspaper office.

Xiao Liu waited for the cafeteria to open, while Xiao Qi rushed to school for class.

When Manager Zhang arrived at the cafeteria, he saw a raggedly dressed young man standing at the entrance, nervously looking around. Noticing several jars on a cart, he went up to him and asked, "Are you the kimchi seller that Editor-in-Chief Zhou introduced?"

"Yes!" Xiao Liu replied humbly.

"Wait a moment, I'll go and get two people to carry the kimchi inside."

Manager Zhang frowned and went into the cafeteria kitchen.

Soon, two chubby men came out, each carrying a jar, and carried the kimchi inside.

Manager Zhang opened the kimchi jar and tried it; it tasted the same as the one sent by Editor-in-Chief Zhou.

How many bottles can this jar hold?

"More than thirty bottles. My sister said she'll only count thirty bottles, three yuan each."

Are you busy this morning?

"fine."

"Okay, you can help out in the kitchen at lunchtime. We'll see if the staff like the food. If they do, the canteen can order some, and you can bring it over regularly."

"well."

Manager Zhang didn't say much and went to his office.

The kitchen staff helped pour the kimchi into a large basin, and because of the sesame oil, the whole kitchen was filled with its aroma.

"Young man, haven't you eaten yet? There are steamed buns in the kitchen, have two first."

Yesterday, that woman gave Xiao Liu two steamed buns and then found a porcelain cup and filled it with tap water for him.

Xiao Liu was hungry, so he walked more than ten miles and waited outside the kitchen for more than an hour.

I finished it in a few bites, but the steamed bun was too dry and I choked, so I quickly drank some water.

"Why don't you eat some kimchi with your steamed bun?" the older woman said kindly.

"No, no, the steamed buns are delicious," Xiao Liu refused.

"Are you tired of the kimchi you make at home?" the older sister asked jokingly.

"Hehe, my family's kimchi is really delicious."

Xiao Liu changed the subject. He really liked kimchi, but kimchi had to be sold, so he couldn't just eat it all by himself.

Moreover, since this jar of kimchi was given to the cafeteria, it belongs to them and they can't just eat it casually.

After eating his fill, Xiao Liu didn't stay idle; he helped out at the cafeteria.

Wash the rice, steam the rice, pour a large bowl of rice into the steamer.

Potatoes, cabbage, and pork have all been purchased, and Xiao Liu eagerly went to carry the goods.

Soon it was noon. The eldest sister told Xiao Liu to watch over the pot of kimchi, took a large ladle, and said, "If someone gives you a dime for a meal, you take half a ladle."

Then he demonstrated it to Xiao Liu, who nodded and said, "Okay, okay."

But in my heart I was thinking, half a spoonful is at most half a bottle, isn't that too little?

Soon, it was lunchtime, and the employees entered the kitchen one after another, all drawn by the sesame oil.

"Master, how much did you buy the kimchi?" someone asked.

"One cent a piece," Xiao Liu said, following his older sister's instructions.

"It smells good, I'll buy one."

A one-cent meal ticket was handed in through the window.

"How do you like the taste?"

Xiao Liu was given a slightly larger portion, and asked the employee serving the food with a longing look.

"Hey, not bad! It's crispy, sweet and sour, goes well with rice, and is delicious."

An employee tried a radish and praised it.

Xiao Liu smiled happily.

Soon, the second person, the third person, and a large bowl of kimchi were sold out in one meal. Xiao Liu quickly poured the remaining sour liquid into a jar.

The older woman came over, counted the meal tickets, and said with delight, "Little Liu, not bad, it's 7.3 yuan in total. Perfect, Manager Zhang will definitely be a long-term partner."

After deducting the cost, the canteen made a profit of 4.3 yuan from the 7.3 yuan.

He made 4.3 yuan without lifting a finger, and the rest of the dishes were sold at cost.

The eldest sister took a large bowl, filled it with rice, and then selected some leftover braised pork, fish pieces, and some cabbage, making a large bowl full. She handed it to Xiao Liu, saying, "You've been busy all morning, let's eat."

"Big sister, so many?"

Looking at so much braised pork, Xiao Liu didn't dare to take it.

"You silly child, this is a cafeteria, how could we lack food? Just eat as much as you want, and if you don't have enough, go get some yourself," the older woman said generously.

The last time I ate meat was half a month ago.

I made some money selling kimchi, but I still don't dare to eat meat often.

My parents said that once they make money, they'll renovate our three dilapidated houses.

I also have five nephews and nieces who all need to go to school. The children are growing and they all have a big appetite.

The entire family's livelihood depended on these kimchi.

Looking at the juicy braised pork, Xiao Liu hid in a corner, took a newspaper, and quietly stuffed all the braised pork into his pocket.

He can't eat it; it would be a waste. He should take it back for his nephews and nieces to eat, so they can grow taller.

Even if you don't eat meat, rice mixed with meat broth is still very delicious.

Xiao Liu finished a big bowl of rice. His family usually ate cornbread, and he had never eaten such fragrant rice before.

Xiao Liu could still eat, but he hadn't eaten anymore, so he quickly took the empty bowl and went to help wash the dishes.

"Don't wash it, I'll wash it. Manager Zhang wants you to go to his office."

The older sister stopped Xiao Liu with a smile. She liked the child very much. Just now, when Manager Zhang asked her how the kimchi sales were going, she praised her highly.

"Okay, thank you, big sister."

Xiao Liu washed his hands and hurried to the cafeteria office.