Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 135 - : 135. The vegetable vendor’s assist_1
Chapter 135: 135. The vegetable vendor’s assist_1
The couple from Wind Speed Express watched with wide eyes as Little Pika came and left without a hint of hesitation, just like a heartbreaker.
Before them lay piles of parcels to be delivered and the newly acquired, utterly useless, recipes.
The courier watched the car disappear from sight and turned back, scratching his head at his wife, who was on the verge of tears:
“Well… since we’ve got the recipes, why don’t we head to the market and pick up some bamboo shoots?”
At least that would tide them over and satisfy a craving.
His wife glared at him: “Do you have money to burn or what?! Bamboo shoots are everywhere, just a matter of breaking a few off!”
“Besides, they were five yuan a kilo at the morning market today, I won’t eat them! They have a weird taste, who would want that?”
She turned and huffed back to her packing.
The courier: …
So, does she like the bamboo shoots or not? Does she want them for tomorrow or not?
Song Tan had no idea he’d hurt a young couple’s heart; glancing in the rearview mirror, he asked:
“Qiaoqiao, do we remember how many kilos of bamboo shoots we have left?”
With the designer bag worth twelve thousand in her arms, Qiaoqiao declared loudly, “Three hundred and twenty kilos left!”
Originally, they had over four hundred kilos. After setting aside a few spoilt ones for the family, the rest went to the express station.
They were split into bags of three kilos and five kilos each, making it easier for Qiaoqiao to handle the money.
In Song Tan’s mind: Whether they were spring shoots or winter shoots, they were heavy, so this round they were set to make six or seven thousand yuan. Ah, today’s expenses were nearly covered.
Delighted!
Indeed, they weren’t worried about selling out. Judging by the cellphone tallies, they had just the right amount.
Of course, they didn’t rule out the possibility of someone wanting to buy more or someone unable to come at the last minute… it was enough, though.
After all, with them not setting up their stall here for a few days, the bamboo shoots had sold out as soon as they arrived… Hunger marketing, true to its name.
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Old Town, Riverside Market.
The vendors snugly took their usual spots in front of their stalls.
His spot was remote, and without Song Tan setting up shop, it suddenly seemed empty and quiet.
A familiar face from the market sauntered over, grudgingly picking through the greens, lamenting:
“Why are these so expensive? How can this little bok choy be ten yuan a kilo? And these green onions, twelve yuan a kilo?! You guys sure know how to make money!”
The vegetables were indeed costly this year, leaving the vendor helpless.
“Sister, I don’t set the market prices. Our cost price is just that high, there’s nothing we can do!”
“Last week this bok choy was only seven yuan, now this sudden price hike, we’re at a loss too.”
It wasn’t just the greens; pork and eggs had also gone up in price.
The lady knew the score but couldn’t help complaining. She now hesitated at the stall, unsure whether to choose the bok choy or lettuce, struggling to make up her mind.
After much deliberation, she finally chose two crisp bok choys and stuffed them into a plastic bag:
“Weigh these for me—”
Before she could finish, the vendor in front of her lit up as if seeing cash, almost jumping up excitedly, waving his hands:
“Come come come! I’ve been keeping this spot free for you! Five kilos right here!”
The shopper stared blankly as the entire Riverside Market seemed to stir, with people grouping together from all around, heading in their direction.
In front of her, an ordinary-looking pickup truck came to a steady stop by the curb, and then a young man and woman stepped out—quite handsome in appearance.
Just that their clothes seemed a little rustic, the girl’s shirt even had mud on it. At this moment, she stood by the back of the truck, jumped aboard, then started moving the baskets down, one by one.
The middle-aged woman took a closer look—weren’t these bamboo shoots?!
It wasn’t like the street was short on vendors selling them, could it be a clearance sale at bargain prices?
Her heart gave a jolt, and she seized the opportunity, securing the prime spot!
The next moment, she saw the vegetable vendor from before squeeze through, waving a red banknote: “Quick, quick, quick, my five pounds!”
Wow!
The middle-aged woman wanted to say to him—you’re a vegetable seller yourself, and still buying from others, got to know your own veggies are too expensive, right?
Yet she saw the handsome boy flash a sweet smile and then, without hesitation, he took a bag of bamboo shoots out of the basket.
He folded the hundred yuan note, and deftly stuffed it into the pocket behind the QR code on his chest.
The vegetable vendor took the bamboo shoots, happily opened them to take a peek, and then settled back at his own stall with contentment.
He then called out to the middle-aged woman: “Do you still want this baby bok choy?”
The middle-aged woman was stunned.
No way? That hundred yuan just went out for that bag of shoots, three to five pounds, without any follow-up?
Don’t you guys give change back?
Her expression was one of both sighs and caution: “I get it, you’re shilling for each other, right?”
The vegetable seller, unconcerned about the mud still on the bamboo shoots, peeled back the husk for a look and without raising his head happily said:
“What shill? Hey, it’s a good thing if you can grab some, there was none left in yesterday’s group—ah, big sister, you’re talking about bamboo shoots? Twenty-one per pound, none left today, come early tomorrow.”
Twenty-one per pound?
The middle-aged woman immediately glared, thinking to herself that they were really jacking up the prices! She couldn’t believe there would be another fool coming—
Before she could say it out loud, people came from all directions, swarming around.
Everyone didn’t even ask for the price, but simply stated their quantities:
“Three pounds!”
“Five pounds!”
“My sister couldn’t make it, give me the five pounds for Juan’er—”
Meanwhile, there was a sequel of beeps from scanning QR codes:
“Alipay has received a transfer of one hundred yuan!”
“WeChat has received a transfer of sixty yuan!”
“…”
The middle-aged woman watched as the baskets in the back of the truck were lifted down one by one, then quickly divided amongst the crowd. If these were shills, then the bamboo shoot seller must be pretty wealthy!
And she saw them; many were familiar faces from the market.
It was hard for her not to get tempted.
But twenty-one per pound…
So she hesitantly asked the vegetable vendor in front of her: “Why are so many people buying from this place? Don’t you think it’s expensive?”
“How could I not find it expensive?”
The vegetable vendor showed a pained smile: “Expensive! Too expensive! Just these five pounds of shoots, after I peel them, I could devour them in one meal. Just this one vegetable for a hundred yuan, think about it, how could it not be expensive?”
The middle-aged woman subconsciously furrowed her brows and advised: “You’re not eating it right, bamboo shoots aren’t only about the flesh, the outermost layer, the husk, chop it up fine, fry it with some chili—”
Perhaps it was the naturally pitch-high voice of the middle-aged woman that was so captivating, and for a moment, many of those who had bought the bamboo shoots stopped and listened intently to her explanation.
Then a young person said in a rush: “Big sister, don’t be in a hurry, let me record the audio first—”
