The ingredients prepared today still have so leftovers; it’s hot weather, and they can’t be eaten tomorrow.
Liang Hongi, fearing waste, boiled the leftover at in the pot and made sauced at. She added more salt so it could last longer.
In the evening, Lin Wan, not feeling tired, excitedly sat in the house and counted the money made today, penny by penny.
There weren’t many people today, so it took just a few monts to finish counting, totaling eight yuan and three dis. After counting, Lin Wan counted once again.
It wasn’t that she counted wrong; counting the money gave her peace of mind.
The next day, Liang Hongi continued her business at the early market, selling, and then preparing ingredients for the restaurant without delay.
Today wasn’t like yesterday; at least by noon, only three or four people were attended to, very quiet.
But in the evening, the porridge sold quite well. The relatives who drank porridge yesterday ntioned it in the ward, and so really ca to buy it.
During hospitalization, regardless of whether the family has money or not, patients won’t be mistreated in terms of food. The reason she makes nutritious porridge is also that oily food isn’t suitable for patients.
This porridge is most suitable for patients.
With the hot weather now, there would always be so leftovers in the midday preparation; if not finished by evening, Liang Hongi no longer made sauced at, she directly coated the at with so flour, fried it, and kept it for themselves.
They’re just two people; how can they finish all that food? The result is that it goes to waste.
After a few days, Lin Wan took her notebook and calculated for a long ti, adding and subtracting, and in five days, only earned more than twenty yuan. At least they earned enough for the rent.
However, for their just starting stage, it’s already quite good.
It’s partly because there are few people, mainly they couldn’t manage the vegetables and at they sold well, always leaving leftovers; due to the hot weather, it couldn’t be stored, losing quite a bit of money. She wanted to buy a freezer, but in this era, it’s not common to see them even in Guangzhou and Shanghai. Besides, she didn’t have any money.
"Mom, let’s try selling these fried ats at the early market, to see if anyone wants them," Lin Wan closed the notebook and discussed with Liang Hongi.
"Alright, let’s try tomorrow, how much per pound?" The at they bought wasn’t cheap.
"Fifty cents per half pound," Lin Wan calculated the costs and after pondering for a while, said.
Liang Hongi nodded, "That works, we don’t have much leftovers; if we can sell so, we’ll sell so."
Early the next day, Lin Wan and Liang Hongi prepared the flatbreads and baked cakes, took out the fried at from the well, placed them in a basin, and went to the early market.
"Comrade, today we have fried chicken pieces, fried ribs, fried crispy at, would you like so? Fifty cents per half pound, it can be used to make soup dish when you go ho at noon," Lin Wan greeted each person buying their flatbreads with a smile and introduced them.
"Fifty cents per half pound? That’s a bit expensive, huh?" So curiously asked.
"It’s not expensive, uncle, these are fresh at we selected, coated with eggs and fried in oil. It’s quite laborious. Besides, ribs in the market sell for twenty-three cents and require ticket; we don’t require ticket and don’t charge you extra,"
"Give half a pound," so people might be reluctant, but not everyone was unwilling, out of ten, there’d always be one or two willing.
They didn’t have much leftovers; with one or two people buying, there wouldn’t be much left.
After buying the ingredients needed for today at the early market, Lin Wan went to the store and ran across two blocks, buying so white paper and black thick pens, and so colored pens.
At the store, she wrote and drew for half a day, posting the promotions she’d drawn.
Today they sold enough leftovers to make five or six servings of crispy at. Lin Wan thought of doing a promotion.
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