Chapter 26 - Chapter 26: Chapter 026: The Uncle who Drives the Car (1/2)
Chapter 26: Chapter 026: The Uncle who Drives the Car
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“It’s not really a big deal, I just feel like a good thing got messed up by others.” Zhuang Qingsui dropped her head, twisting her sleeves in her hands.
“Hah, 1 was wondering what was the matter, turns out it’s this!” Zhuang Qingning started laughing: “As for selling tofu to the restaurant, it’s still a try. If it works out, great! If not, we have no problem selling our tofu on normal days, right?”
“There’s no such thing as a sure success or failure. Everything has a process, and we have to go through it, try and try again. People always say, if the East doesn’t shine, the West might. There will always be difficulties, but there will also be good times.”
“We have just started selling tofu. Did you already want everything to be smooth sailing? We have a long way ahead of us, so take things step by step.”
While speaking, Zhuang Qingning patted Zhuang Qingsui’s head again: “Your little brain isn’t big, but it’s full of thoughts.”
“In the future, you won’t have to worry about these matters. As long as I am here, just follow me and enjoy your life.”
Hearing Zhuang Qingning’s words, Zhuang Qingsui understood the meaning and only nodded her head, embarrassedly smiling: “I get it.”
“OK, let’s get back to selling our tofu.”
We had spent too much time discussing the incident with the Fushun Tower waiter, and we didn’t actively attract customers. If we don’t call out for tasting, no one will come this way.
Seeing this, Zhuang Qingsui hurriedly began to call out.
“Tofu, one coin per pound, try it before you buy…”
On the street, the sisters’ clear and somewhat immature voices echoed once again.
They’d had a spat midway today, which had delayed them. It was slightly after their usual time when they finished selling the tofu. Still, all the tofu was sold out.
“It’s probably too late to go back and make lunch now. Let’s go to the market and see what we can get to eat,” said Zhuang Qingning as she began to pack up her bamboo basket and cloche.
“OK…” Zhuang Qingsui nodded. “Otherwise, let’s get buns.”
The first day they came to town to sell tofu, Zhuang Qingning took her to eat meat buns. The buns had thin skin and lots of filling, and the juice was very flavorful. Now that her stomach was empty, she craved them.
“OK, let’s have meat buns then.” Zhuang Qingning’s eyes crinkled with laughter.
“Excuse me, make way…”
A bullock cart was rushing down the street. The driver snapped his whip to urge the ox faster and called out warnings to people to avoid them, attracting a slew of looks from passers-by and people at the roadside stalls, who all grumbled in between glances.
“What’s so urgent that they’re driving like this?”
“Who knows? Look at this dust; it’s so high, covering my vegetables. If you drive the cart this fast with so many people coming and going, what if you hit someone?”
“I know, right…”
People around were chattering. Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui, who were packing up their basket and cloche, also sped up their movements fearing their things could get dirty.