Chapter 134 - Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Adding Frustration (Extra chapter for reaching 70 monthly tickets) (1/2)
Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Adding Frustration (Extra chapter for reaching 70 monthly tickets)
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“Once I have completed the tofu pot addition, then we can produce more tofu. I’ll trouble Brother Dong to relay a message, telling them that I’m trying my best to get everything ready as soon as possible. I don’t want to delay either of our businesses.”
“Sure, no problem. I’ll pass the message along,” Dong Dazhu chuckled broadly.
Every time he came to discuss matters at this tofu factory, he always managed to make things work out smoothly. Miss Zhuang was indeed an understanding and good-natured woman.
Having settled the matter, it was routine to load the tofu onto the bullock cart. Dong Dazhu drove away, and not long after, Bai San arrived.
Zhuang Qingning instructed Zhuang Mingliang to go back and inform Zhuang Yonghe to make preparations for the daytime tofu-making workforce. After that, Zhuang Qingning, accompanied by Zhuang Qingsui, left with the tofu to head to the town with Bai San.
Both Mrs. Cao and Zhang Qiuying were already waiting at the shop. Upon seeing Zhuang Qingning and the others arrive, they hurriedly helped to unload the tofu.
“You must have been in a hurry,” said Zhuang Qingning.
“We just arrived as well,” Zhang Qiuying said with a smile: “But as soon as we got here, people saw the shop was open and came to buy tofu. Unfortunately, the tofu hadn’t arrived yet, but while they were waiting, they bought my fried rice cakes.”
“Thanks to you, Sister Ning, my rice cakes will be selling like hot cakes.”
“That’s great,” Zhuang Qingning laughed. “You could call it an unexpected delight.”
“Exactly,” Zhang Qiuying chuckled, her eyes glinting.
With Zhuang Qingning present, the unexpected delights in her life were increasing.
The several of them bustled about, moving the tofu into the shop. Once everything was in place and Bai San had taken his portion of tofu and left, Zhuang Qingning and the others opened the door to start their business.
As soon as the tofu shop opened, customers began to trickle in to buy tofu.
After a bout of busyness, Zhuang Qingning stretched her body, took a sip of the tea passed by Mrs. Cao, and took a rest by the side.
“Sister, look,” Zhuang Qingsui tugged at Zhuang Qingning’s sleeve and pointed outside.
“What’s up?” Zhuang Qingning looked in the direction pointed out by Zhuang Qingsui and saw another stall set up next to Zhang Qiuying’s, right at the entrance to their tofu shop.
It was Ge Hetong selling pea cakes.
Zhuang Qingning immediately pursed her lips and her eyebrows twitched slightly.
“That is…Uncle Ge,” said Mrs. Cao, recognizing Ge Hetong. “My mother once told me that when he was selling fried rice cakes in the town, another man selling pea cakes named Ge had a bad reputation. She warned us to keep our distance to avoid trouble.”
“Yes. When he saw how well my tofu stall was doing, he feared I might get into trouble with Changji tofu factory, so he moved his stall away. But once he saw that my business was thriving, he wanted to buy tofu from me to resell and supplement his income.”
Zhuang Qingning said, “I’m not familiar with this old man. I only met him on the first day I came to sell tofu. Naturally, I couldn’t agree to something so easily, so I said no, and he left.”