Author: Next door Lao Huang 007

"I now plan to do it three times a month, each time weighing about fifty kilograms." Yiren said with a smile.

She had estimated that good-quality roasted seeds and nuts were not cheap, and only the distinguished guests in private rooms would be willing to pay for them.

Desheng Restaurant has more than 30 small tables in the lobby on the first floor; on the second floor there are ten private rooms with the word "di"; on the third floor there are only four private rooms with the "tian" designation.

She inquired with Chef Zhang and found that the occupancy rate of Tiandi Yajian was more than 50%, but the table turnover rate was not high. The daily average of each room was only 1.50, which calculated every day was about 21.

Table Yajian. If the probability of Yajian ordering roasted seeds and nuts is 50%, and each portion of roasted seeds and nuts is now one kilogram, and the three kinds of platters will be stocked every ten days, excluding the loss during the frying process, the approximate raw materials

The demand is about fifty pounds.

"Then each type costs 150 kilograms per month?" Now it was Qiu's turn to be shocked. How profitable is this business of speculating? If she could do the same...

Thinking of this, Qiu shook her head inwardly. She couldn't do this. Firstly, she didn't have the skill, and she might not be able to sell it if she made it. Secondly, Yiren wanted to help her, so how could she have such an idea of ​​snatching business?

Woolen cloth!

For a moment, Qiu felt a little guilty.

"It's almost the same, but the exact amount depends on the customer's order. I'll tell you when the time comes!" Yiren didn't notice Qiu's inner drama, and continued: "This is not urgent, but there is something else at the moment. I don't know what you are doing.

Are you willing to help?"

When Qiu heard that the lady needed help, she immediately sat up straight and asked, "What's the matter?"

"You have four brothers in your family. How old are the two younger ones?" Yiren asked instead without answering.

"San Mao is ten years old and Forty Mao is seven years old. If you need them to run errands, you can always do it! You're welcome!" Mrs. Qiu assured her, patting her chest. "Those two boys don't say anything else. They still listen to what I say. I'll look back.

Say something to them!"

"Okay! Thank you, Guifen!" Yiren thanked her and emphasized the price again. "Melon seeds cost five kilograms per penny, chestnuts cost three kilograms per penny, and peanuts cost one penny per kilogram. Once the quantity is determined, I will come to your home to follow you.

you say!"

"That's great! I'll ask San Mao Si Mao to bring it to you later." Mrs. Qiu glanced at the flour bag in the middle of the yard, and then said, "I'll call those two boys for you right now to help you put this

When we move to the cellar, don’t drag yourself around doing the work!"

Qiu knew that Yi Ren still had work to do, and she had to go home to do embroidery work to support the family. She was in a hurry to call her two brothers over, so she didn't stay long.

After agreeing on the goods, I left with satisfaction.

Yiren mixed the batter, beat the eggs, chopped the leftover wild onions from yesterday, and spread out a few egg pancakes. Not long after, the two boys came.

"Sister Yiren, my sister asked us to do the work! Tell me what you want to do, don't be polite to me!" Sanmao, the older one, held his head high and said to Yiren as if he was standing in a military posture, and said from time to time.

Use your sleeve to wipe your nose twice.

"Go and clean it first!" Yiren was not in a hurry to let the two children do the work. "Sanmao, you should also clean it for your brother. I make food and it must be clean!"

The two boys were taught by their biological sister that they must listen to Yi Ren in everything, so they went to wash their hands and faces without any displeasure. After washing their faces, Yi Ren's egg pancakes were served.

"Let's get to work after eating!" Yiren sat at the table, but there was no bowl in front of her.

The two little ones looked at each other, not daring to sit down. But they both stared at the golden egg pancakes on the table.

Among the four boys in the family, there is only one sick old lady who has no land. She relies on her to do embroidery work. In addition to the Qiu family's betrothal gift and the subsidy after marriage, they did not starve to death in those years. Until the eldest brother died of hunger.

When we were two years old, we all went out to work, so the family was better off.

It was precisely because of the Qiu family's behavior of subsidizing her mother's family either openly or secretly, and because of the jealousy of several children left by her deceased wife, that Song Shan was quite critical of the Qiu family.

As for Qiu's natal family, although the situation has improved a lot since the eldest and second child can work, it is good for a half-grown boy, let alone four grown-ups, to have enough to eat. Bai Mian's family does not have that.

Yes, you have to keep the eggs in exchange for money. How can you eat them at home?

So at this moment, smelling the aroma of burnt eggs and the fragrance of white flour, the two of them swallowed their saliva unconsciously.

"Didn't your sister say anything? Just listen to me!" Seeing that the two of them were not sitting down, Yiren knew in her heart that they might have been told by Qiu not to ask for money, and her gentle persuasion might not work, so she asked with a tigerish face.

"I told you, but..." The older one pulled the younger one, instead of walking towards the table, he pulled the younger one back a step, as if if he stood there any longer, his soul would be sucked away by the egg pancakes on the table.

"Then listen to me. Now, sit down and eat!" Yiren pulled the little one, picked up an egg pancake and put it in Si Mao's hand.

Si Mao looked at the egg pancake in his hand, unable to move his eyes away, and couldn't help but take a small bite.

"You're so delicious!" Sanmao slapped his brother hard on the back of his head.

Yiren hurriedly grabbed Sanmao, really angry. "If you don't want to eat, go back and tell your sister that I can't use you!"

"Sister Yiren, I, I... don't be angry, I'll eat it, I'll eat it!" Sanmao grabbed an egg pancake and stuffed it into his mouth with big mouthfuls, but looked at Yiren, fearing that she would be really angry.

Yiren watched the two brothers eat and then smiled and said: "From now on, if you come to help me work, in addition to a meal, you will also get wages. This is a rule. Don't be afraid of what your sister will say!"

Although Qiu's family is poor, her father was once a scholar and taught her the principles of life. Her four younger brothers were brought up by her and were taught well by her. Not only did she know how to work early, but she also knew how to be considerate of her mother and sister.

Not easy, never cause trouble, nor greedy for money and food.

Several children even faced the humiliation of the three children born to Song Shan's deceased wife, but they did not argue with them, just so that their sister could live a better life.

Hey! The children of the poor have already become the master! Yiren sighed silently in her heart!

"Sister Yiren, I'm full. You eat." When Sanmao saw Yiren not eating, he thought she was reluctant to part with it. His own sister was also like this. She didn't like to eat anything and ate very little. So Sanmao

Mao only ate half of the cake and pushed the plate with the cake towards Yi Ren.

Yiren was stunned for a moment when she saw Sanmao's distressed eyes and his careful movements of pushing the plate. Randomly realized that the child might have thought he was hungry and refused to eat!

"Sister has eaten, and here's the meat! This is all for you!" Yiren pushed the plate back. "Next time you come, sister will also cook meat for you!"

Although Sanmao was a little hesitant, but he was afraid that Yiren would be angry again, so he divided the cake with his brother and finished it only when he was full.

"Sister Yiren, should you take all these bags to the cellar?" My sister had already given the order before coming, but Sanmao still asked Yiren for her opinion.

"Yes, you are young and weak, so move slowly!" Yiren warned.

"Don't worry, Sister Yiren! Carrying firewood up the mountain is much heavier than this!" Si Mao rushed to say.

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Chapter completed!