Hard work

After teaching her three punches and kicks, he had her practice her strength and keep kicking her around in his yard.

Front kick, side kick, back kick … Wan Chao gritted her teeth and kicked for an hour before she stopped. She was also sweating profusely.

He opened the can and handed her a spoon to eat.

Wan Chao's mouth twitched. Didn't they say that after strenuous exercise, you won't be able to eat anything?

She chuckled, then firmly refused An Lian, took her coat and left. Before she left, she secretly placed the red packet on his windowsill.

He opened the lid, but, when he thought about the scene of Bai Zhexi patching up someone's shoes in the cold wind, he had no way of swallowing it.

Bai Zhexi had to make up for a few pairs of shoes with these two cans. He thought about it and decided to take advantage of the fact that Wan Chao had gone to school on Monday to visit Bai Zhexi at her home.

The fact that he had been scolded by Wan Chao had left a shadow in his heart. He subconsciously wanted to avoid her meeting with Bai Zhexi, even though she had changed a lot and was even learning martial arts with him.

By the time Wan Chao arrived home, Bai Zhexi had already prepared something.

Three pounds of pickles, two pounds of pickles, two pounds in a plastic bag, and all the plastic bags in a clean plastic bucket.

"It's easier to carry it in a bucket. It looks clean."

Wan Chao nodded and went to carry the pail. With how heavy it was, she couldn't possibly let Bai Zhexi carry it, right?

"Sigh, let me do it. I'll do it. You're a child, how can you carry it?" Bai Zhexi quickly stepped forward to stop her.

Wan Chao evaded Bai Zhexi, turned the bucket around, and then, with a "dong" sound, smashed the bucket down again.

It was too heavy, she couldn't lift it!

Bai Zhexi could not help but laugh. "I already said, you're a child and you haven't recovered yet. Where did you get the strength to lift it?"

Wan Chao, however, was unwilling to let Bai Zhexi carry the pail alone. She looked around and found a stick as thick as a wrist. The mother and daughter then carried the pail outside.

The bucket was always closer to Bai Zhexi. As a mother, she always felt sorry for her daughter. Wan Chao smiled and let her go.

There would be a day when she would protect Bai Zhexi under her own wings.

This time, they still went to the Wu family noodle shop.

The Wu family noodle shop was preparing for the opening ceremony. The Lady Boss was wiping the tables and chairs. When she saw Wan Chao and her mother, she immediately put down the cloth in her hand.

She came forward with a smile, "Aiyo, you've finally arrived. I've been looking forward to it for a few days now. If you hadn't come, I would have thought of where I could post a notice for you."

When they heard this, Bai Zhexi and Wan Chao looked at each other, their eyes filled with joy.

Bai Zhexi smiled and asked, "Lady Boss, how are the sauces sold?"

"That few catties of soy sauce will be sold out in less than three days. There hasn't been any pickles to be had in the past two days. Those regular customers are all complaining now." "Who would have thought that your family's soy sauce dish would be so popular. Everyone says that just a cucumber with noodles is the perfect match."

These days, more and more people had come to their house to eat noodles. Many people came and let the pickled cucumber be served. Unfortunately, the pickled cucumber had already been sold out, causing the Lady Boss to become extremely anxious.

When you eat, noodles and sauces are even better.

Wan Chao could not help but laugh as she thought of this advertisement passage.

When the Lady Boss saw it, she curiously asked, "Little girl, what are you laughing at?"

Wan Chao honestly said, "I thought of an advertisement saying that noodles and sauces are more suitable for dinner."

"That's right, that's right!" Boss Wu, who heard the commotion from the kitchen, walked out and heard Wan Chao's words. He couldn't help praising her.

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed simple and provocative.

Wan Chao rolled her eyes and smiled. "Boss, why don't you write that sentence out and post it in a prominent position in your restaurant."

Boss Wu nodded when he heard this. "Good idea. I'll write it right away." As he spoke, he started to rummage through the drawer for a brush or something.

Seeing this, the Lady Boss helplessly said, "Why are you doing it now? Sister Bai is still waiting for us. Maybe they'll have to go to another restaurant, so don't delay them. Hurry up and get the pickles."

"Oh, oh." Boss Wu smilingly slapped his thigh and apologized, "Sorry, I was just in a hurry to write."

Wan Chao smiled and said, "Understood."

Boss Wu burst into laughter. This little girl was really interesting. What could she understand? She really knew how to speak.

This time, the Wu Clan noodle shop took six catties of soy sauce and made an agreement for Bai Zhexi and the two girls to bring another six catties of soy sauce five days later. The money was also settled on the spot.

After they left the Wu family noodle shop, Bai Zhexi couldn't help but tell Wan Chao, "I didn't expect that our pickles would be so popular. I finally feel relieved."

When she first did this, she was only trying it out and didn't expect it to be so popular.

"You have to have confidence in the sauces you make. In my heart, Mom makes the best sauces in the world."

"This was taught to me by your grandmother. In the beginning, I wasn't willing to learn it, but fortunately, I managed to learn it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to cook it for Chao'er."

In her heart, earning money wasn't as important as what her daughter loved to eat.

Wan Chao couldn't help but smile as her heart warmed.

One by one they went to other restaurants, most of which ran out of sauces, and happily bought a few pounds from them.

However, there were also some restaurants with soy sauce.

As for the unsold pickles, Wan Chao took the initiative to recover them and returned the money to them.

"The customers don't seem to like the sauces very much, so I won't trouble you," she said flatly to the hotel owners.

He didn't want to sell all the dishes in the restaurant, so he didn't want much. However, he didn't want to sell all the dishes in a week.

Either the restaurants didn't have much business and few people came to eat, or the restaurants resisted the temptation to recommend pickles to their customers.

If she really didn't want to earn money, then there was no need for her to waste her energy on them.

"Chao'er, although those restaurants haven't sold out all the sauces, they said that they should be given another one or two catties of new sauces. One or two catties is still money, we can still make a dollar."

Wan Chao shook her head, explaining patiently, "These restaurants aren't sincere about the soy sauce cooperation at all. There are also a lot of restaurants that cooperate, so there's no need to waste time and energy on dealing with them. Maybe they think they can bully us."

Now that her daughter had made the right decision, Bai Zhexi felt that she had a point, so she did as her daughter said.

When they left the house, the fifteen kilograms of pickles were sold out very quickly. They ran home twice more. That day, they sold a hundred kilograms of pickles and reclaimed ten kilograms of pickles.

When she saw the pickled vegetables, she threw them into the trash can on the side of the road. Bai Zhexi sighed in pity and felt that she was right to stop working with the restaurants.

This time, the county hotel had ordered five kilograms of all kinds of dishes and even asked Bai Zhexi to deliver the dishes once every three days.