Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 166 - . Pickled Pepper Bamboo Shoots and Tricycle_1
Chapter 166: 166. Pickled Pepper Bamboo Shoots and Tricycle_1
Chapter 166: 166. Pickled Pepper Bamboo Shoots and Tricycle_1
Song Sancheng was at a loss for words!
On the other hand, Old Man Li watched them with envy, “Oh man, your granddaughter is truly filial. She even took out money to buy you a car… that tricycle, able to haul goods and carry people, how convenient it is to get around.”
The wrinkles on Song Youde’s face instantly smoothed and tightened again, looking as joyful as a blooming chrysanthemum.
“Ah, that’s right! We’re getting old, going on a long trip leaves us huffing and puffing, having a tricycle is just so much more convenient.”
“Tantan, that child, is just like that. Living in the big city, she picked up the habit of being generous with money. I tell her not to, but she insists on buying…”
Old Man Li’s envy was genuine, and he sighed again,
“Brother, you’re lucky indeed. Look at your kid, growing tobacco leaves for you, buying you a car, highly thoughtful and has money too.”
“Not like my bunch, barely see them all year, only dropping by for the holidays. They did come back this Qingming Festival, burned some paper for their mother, but when they left, they swiped several baskets full of vegetables from my garden, only leaving me a bag of egg cakes…”
Oh no!
Song Youde didn’t dare to agree and hastily said, “Look at you, making things up again. I clearly saw your son bring you several boxes of stuff. It looked like your daughter also brought you quite a large slab of ribs, right?”
“Hah!” Old Man Li tried to appear nonchalant, “It’s just this and that. I could buy those things myself.”
Song Sancheng: …
Not knowing what else to say, he could only bend down and resume planting rice seedlings.
Hmph, you two old men can go on showing off. I’ll just sneakily plant seedlings and amaze you with my efficiency!
Oh dear, it’s been a long time since I did this work, and now that I’ve started, my back is beginning to feel a bit sore…
…
Meanwhile.
The Little Pika roared into the city again.
Song Tan had no idea how to buy a tricycle, which was different from her own Little Pika, so before leaving she delivered some goods at the express station in town and also asked around a bit.
When she arrived, it was early morning, and the express delivery guy had just opened the doors of the station. Seeing her, for some reason, he subconsciously hid his lunch bowl behind his back.
Song Tan: …
Are you eating dragon liver or phoenix marrow?
Only then did the express delivery guy realize his action and embarrassedly brought his bowl back out,
“Oh, look at this… It’s not that I wanted to hide it from you, it’s mainly because of your bamboo shoots…”
Those bamboo shoots, good in every way, just a bit too delicious.
The first batch they didn’t manage to buy, so the next day they got serious and snatched up ten pounds in one go!
Ten pounds, how much?
Two hundred yuan.
No sooner had Song Tan driven off than the young couple regretted it.
But what could they do after buying? The goods were bought already.
In the countryside, giving away these bamboo shoots seemed of little worth, so they had no choice but to pull out recipes they collected previously and began meticulously cutting up the bamboo shoots.
The express station was just a small storefront in town, and the second floor was only just enough for sleeping. Everyone usually cooked outside at the front, using a portable gas stove.
Now, with a “sizzle,” the delicate aroma of fresh bamboo shoots filled the air, causing even the aunties frying vegetables next door to falter with their spatulas.
“Wow! What are you cooking over there?”
The young wife was also a bit startled, busily flipping the bamboo shoots while wondering aloud, “Just, just bamboo shoots!”
Though the bamboo shoots were expensive, and they had bought quite a lot on impulse, the aroma and the taste were indeed tempting.
The aunties from both sides became interested, “Whose bamboo shoots are these? They’re really good; I’ll buy some to try sometime.”
What was the young wife supposed to say to that?
There isn’t a secret in these streets and alleys that stays hidden for long. If she dares declare today that bamboo shoots are twenty yuan per pound, by tomorrow everyone will know that those two are spendthrifts and can’t manage their finances.
She had no choice but to give a dry laugh, “Well, a customer brought them over.”
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After waiting what felt like an eternity for the dish to be prepared under the watchful gaze of everyone, the couple eagerly moved over their small stools to sit down, only to see the neighbor who ran the tobacco and liquor convenience store come over with a bowl of stir-fried green peppers and eggs:
“The smell of your bamboo shoots was really fragrant, so I shamelessly came over to ask for a taste.”
That was indeed quite brazen.
Giving away dishes isn’t in vogue anymore, and if it hadn’t been for their child standing there, crying his eyes out because he was so eager to eat, they would have felt too embarrassed to do such a thing.
The aunt felt embarrassed, and the young wife’s face was even thinner; at this moment, she could only tearfully share a bowl with them.
Half of the dish disappeared in an instant.
Upon turning around, another neighbor from the other side came over, holding a plate of braised carp.
Well, by lunchtime, a large plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots with pickled peppers and beef (since they were saving money, there was very little beef) was left with only a small portion at the bottom of Qianqian’s dish.
The young couple exchanged glances, thinking: Although it’s a pity, it’s still okay, after all, they had three dishes for lunch!
As long as they didn’t think about the price of the bamboo shoots, everything was worth it, but when they picked up a piece of the bamboo shoot to eat—
Lets not talk about it, tears mixed with the meal as they swallowed it down.
As for the remaining bamboo shoots…
Forget it, there’s no need to stir-fry them anymore. The young wife inquired again and again until she got a reliable recipe for pickled bamboo shoots and pickled the remaining ones.
There should be no taste left now, right?
Even so, people still came around asking where the bamboo shoots from that day had come from.
Nowadays, hearing someone coming, the couple has a knee-jerk reaction to hide them!
This very morning, eating mixed noodles, there was even a stick of pickled bamboo shoots in the bowl, showing off a fresh, fragrant, sour, spicy, and crisp taste!
Song Tan: …
I just came to ask about the tricycle, it really isn’t necessary.
“Oh oh oh, the tricycle, yes!”
The delivery guy finally let out a sigh of relief as he clumsily slurped noodles into his mouth while asking, “What kind of tricycle are you looking for? What do you want to do with it?”
“Riding a tricycle is not the same as riding a motorcycle, you know. You have to be careful when turning, don’t tilt it.”
Song Tan had thought about this too, “No worries, when I get home I’ll supervise them practicing until they get the hang of it.”
However, she was confident in her own father. Despite the fact that her father Song Sancheng’s theories were always flawed, his practical abilities were quite strong.
A small tricycle, no problem!
She also laid out her requirements to the delivery guy, “My dad wants to use it to haul stuff, and my grandpa just needs it for getting around when he has nothing else to do, better if it doesn’t hold too much.”
“That’s easy.”
The delivery guy crunched down a mouthful of pickled pepper bamboo shoots.
“Have you seen those small delivery tricycles around our street? Like that one up front, okay?”
“Don’t buy it in our town, though. They say it’s convenient for repairs, but what they sell here are all mixed brands. You should go to the city and find a reliable brand. It’s much better, and you could get one for three thousand yuan.”
As for the kind that old people ride…
“That’s simple!”
He quickly scrolled through his phone and pulled up a picture:
“Like this one, with a bicycle seat in front and a large seat in the back. The old man can ride in front, while the old lady sits in the back, very stable.”
“And don’t let its size fool you. It’s quite powerful when climbing slopes or mountains around here, and it’s not afraid of small paths.”
“We’ve sold two of these types of express delivery tricycles in our town this year, exactly like this one.”
