Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 203 - .New career planning_1
Chapter 203: 203.New career planning_1
Chapter 203: 203.New career planning_1
Xiaofeng’s life was very regular.
She would wake up every day at three-thirty in the morning, finish wrapping all the buns by five-thirty, steam the buns by six o’clock, and before six-thirty, she would sort them into insulated baskets wrapped in quilts, then head downstairs with her son.
Downstairs, there was a simple tricycle, and each kind of bun filling was placed separately in a basket on the back of the bike, along with Xuanxuan, slowly heading towards the direction of the school…
Right opposite the school was a small hospital, and the people coming and going from the hospital were Xiaofeng’s target customers.
But today was a little different.
As soon as she got downstairs, she saw the old lady on the first floor peering curiously into her basket and then hesitantly asked, “Xiaofeng, I always smell a scent of green onions, did you make pork with green onion buns?”
Xiaofeng was taken aback.
She had always struggled to make this filling well; the response to it was lukewarm and she hadn’t sold it for a long time. Now she began to feel uneasy:
“Sorry, Granny Li, I just steamed some flower rolls. Is the smell too strong, bothering everyone?”
As a tenant, you always had to be extra careful about these things, and the people in the neighborhood were quite nice to her.
Like Granny Li on the first floor, who would sometimes look after Xuanxuan and let him play inside when she hadn’t come back.
This was why Xiaofeng especially valued everyone’s opinions.
However, Granny Li waved her hand:
“Which household’s cooking doesn’t have a smell? Just don’t eat that stinky luosifen every day. Last year, the lady upstairs would eat it every night; oh boy, at my age, how can I not be bothered by that odd smell?”
She sauntered over slowly: “Give me two of those flower rolls, the aroma of the green onions is so enticing, I couldn’t resist it even last night.”
Fine then, to have business before even leaving the courtyard didn’t bother Xiaofeng, even if it meant a little delay.
She quickly flipped the quilt back and, with gloves on, picked out two soft, fluffy, steaming flower rolls.
The flower rolls were not large, about the size of a girl’s fist. The soft dough had a slightly yellow tinge due to the melted green onion oil and chopped green onions, decorated with a sprinkle of thirteen-spice powder and the somewhat dark green chives that appeared darker due to the high temperature.
The moment the quilt was opened, Granny Li’s salivation was stimulated by the pungent aroma.
She quickly changed her mind:
“Give me four—no, make it eight!”
Xiaofeng was surprised.
But she didn’t say much, just asking again:
“Granny Li, has Uncle Cao upstairs gotten up yet? These onions were given by Uncle Cao yesterday. I was thinking of sending some buns and flower rolls over, but it’s too early in the morning, and I was afraid of disturbing their sleep.”
“Goodness, that Cao!”
Granny Li was dissatisfied: “Such a strong green onion flavor must be authentic homegrown produce. What kind of big man is he getting them from? I must ask him.”
She was going on when suddenly the upstairs window was thrown open. Uncle Carp’s wife was seen poking her head out from the living room window:
“Xiaofeng! I was wondering why the green onion smell was so fragrant last night. Turns out you made flower rolls today, give me eight!”
With that, she hurried downstairs.
“Ah, that’s the aroma, I’ve been thinking about it all night, almost salivating in my dream.”
Xiaofeng quickly grabbed eight flower rolls and turned to pack some buns as well:
“Auntie, this is the produce given by Uncle Cao yesterday, how can I take your money? Here, take them and enjoy.”
Uncle Carp’s wife was just about to say something when her stomach gurgled impatiently. Blushing, she took a big bite of a flower roll—
It was only after this ferocious bite settled in her belly that she put away her hand, which had been about to take out money, then earnestly suggested, “Xiaofeng, then I’ll shamelessly take them.”
If only I had known how fragrant these scallions were, I would never have just given them away casually. But what’s done is done—
“Listen to your auntie, don’t sell those buns anymore, just sell these scallion pancakes from now on.”
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“Exactly!” Grandma Li had planned to take the scallion pancakes home, but seeing Auntie Cao’s wife start eating them on the spot, she couldn’t help herself either.
In a matter of moments, the fist-sized scallion pancakes vanished into her belly. Xiaofeng was worried she might choke, but then she saw the old lady suggest earnestly, “You should sell right at the entrance of the residential area. Your buns aren’t as good as the ones at the bridgehead, but I’ve never tasted such delicious scallion pancakes in my life, I guarantee you’ll make a fortune.”
Their loud voices echoed in the courtyard, and before long, people going to work and visiting the market started to gather around.
Xiaofeng was bustling about the neighborhood, sweating profusely, until Xuanxuan looked at him with such a pitiful expression, “Mom, we are going to be late.”
Only then did she snap to her senses, hurriedly mount her tricycle, and speed out of the neighborhood.
There was no need to ask; she was also late setting up her stall.
Fortunately, the hospital cafeteria provided meals early in the morning and late in the evening, so being a little late didn’t matter much. Rather, the buns had almost sold out in the neighborhood, paired with the scallion pancakes.
She dropped Xuanxuan off at the school gate, and then grabbed three scallion pancakes for him:
“Be good, it’s not time for class yet. You can eat here, and then go to school after you’re done.”
The school was strict, not allowing kids to eat outside food. She looked around, then went over to buy a cup of soy milk.
This was freshly made soy milk, two yuan and fifty cents a cup. Xiaofeng felt a pinch of pain when buying it.
But thinking of the scallion pancakes that had received rave reviews that morning, her heart couldn’t help but thump with excitement.
If she continued to use such good scallions to make the pancakes, could she make more money?
After all, the garnish of scallions on the pancakes was limited; no matter how expensive they were, the cost couldn’t be that high, could it?
While pondering, she opened the basket of scallion pancakes again, and the fragrant scent slowly wafted into the air, causing passersby to stop in their tracks.
At seven fifty, Xuanxuan entered the school.
At eight-thirty, all of Xiaofeng’s buns and scallion pancakes were sold out.
She packed up her basket, mounted her tricycle, and hurried back. By chance, she ran into Uncle Carp who was about to leave the house to meet his fishing buddies and try to catch some crucian carp, so she quickly asked:
“Uncle! Uncle Carp! Where did you buy those scallions?”
Uncle Carp was taken aback: “A remote village, where the families grow them on their own land.”
Then he seemed to remember something, “Oh right, I heard they’re going to sell vegetables at Riverside Market this morning, around nine o’clock, I think.”
“The boss is a young lady.”
After saying that, he too hurried off.
But Xiaofeng’s eyes lit up, she quickly packed up her things, rushed down the stairs, and dashed into a bus.
She had decided—starting tomorrow, she would only make scallion pancakes!
After changing buses twice, Xiaofeng managed to make it to Riverside Market at nine-thirty. She was a bit anxious, not knowing if the vegetable sellers would have packed up by then.
However, as soon as she entered the market, she saw an old pickup truck follow behind her and park steadily in a corner spot.
A particularly beautiful young girl got out of the truck, expertly opened the tailgate, and started moving out baskets of the familiar red-headed scallions.
Suddenly, a crowd of aunties converged from all directions.
The young lady’s clear voice still echoed in Xiaofeng’s ears—
“Twenty yuan for three liang, don’t get it wrong!”
Xiaofeng’s vision went dark.
