Chapter 75: The reborn of paranoid boss cannon fodder wife
Chapter 75: Boss Drives People Away
Xiao Cheng's deep eyes were as cold as a frigid pool, his tone devoid of warmth: "If you don't learn to be more sensible, don't come back again."
Wang Cuihua's smile froze.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured from head to toe, freezing her entire body. The hand gripping the handlebar of her bicycle was gradually covered in frost.
Ever since she married Xiao Zhongbiao, she knew that Xiao Cheng was the leader of their small group.
Cold and ruthless in character, brutal in actions, he rarely spoke, indifferent to the petty conflicts among women, especially disinterested in matters between women.
Not to mention speaking to her like this, unprecedented, sounding like he was driving her away.
After saying this, he didn't leave immediately, as if intending to drive her away.
Wang Cuihua felt that Xiao Cheng wasn't trying to drive her away, at least not in front of the deceased brother, Xiao Zhongbiao.
Perhaps she arrived too early and disturbed him and Bai... Xiao Wei having breakfast.
"I remembered that there's porridge still cooking on the stove at home. The fire hasn't been turned off yet. It's probably boiling by now. I need to go back and check. I'll come back later to find Bai Lu..."
Wang Cuihua hastily explained and left.
Pushing her brand-new bicycle with a speed that seemed as if ghosts were chasing her from behind.
Xiao Cheng turned to close the door, and a figure with a backpack hurriedly ran over. Squeezing through the half-closed door, not daring to look up at him, he greeted while running away.
"I'm going to school."
The trailing sound faded away with the small footsteps.
As he was about to close the door, footsteps echoed in the courtyard again. Xiao Cheng raised his eyes slightly.
A girl with long hair tied in a low bun, wearing a sky-blue apron, hurriedly came out of the kitchen, holding a spatula. She found the large basket in the corridor and lifted it back.
Soon, the kitchen resounded with the sound of spatulas, sand, and chestnuts colliding. Chestnuts and sand were sifted with a large spoon into different baskets, making a distinctive sound.
The door slowly closed, blocking all sightlines. Xiao Cheng turned around and walked out, his eyes lowered in contemplation.
When Wang Cuihua came to Bai Lu's house again, it was almost noon, and she had purposely finished lunch before coming.
Knocking on the door, a wave of sweet and fragrant smell hit her. Upon entering, the entire courtyard was filled with the aroma, as if she were immersed in a pile of sugar-coated chestnuts.
Sweet but not cloying, with a strong aroma of roasting.
Wang Cuihua couldn't help but salivate just by smelling it. She couldn't resist the temptation to take a taste, satisfying her appetite.
But she remembered the morning incident and resisted.
Bai Lu sat down on the old wooden chair beside the large baskets filled with sugar-coated chestnuts. She swung her tired right arm and massaged her sore left arm.
Seeing Wang Cuihua standing in front of the four large baskets filled with sugar-coated chestnuts, looking left and right, she hesitated for a long time without deciding which basket to choose. It seemed as if choosing the wrong one would lead to a loss.
"You take the leftmost basket. It only has fifty kilograms. The other three baskets each have seventy kilograms. It's your first day, and selling out early means you can go home sooner."
Upon hearing this unfair distribution, Wang Cuihua immediately protested, "Why can't I take seventy kilograms?"
"There are three baskets of seventy kilograms each, and Aunt Wu can't sell that much. Besides, Li Shuixian's cheap sugar-coated chestnuts are competing in the town. Leaving so much for Aunt Wu would be a waste if she can't sell them all."
"I'd rather take a seventy-kilogram basket. Aunt Wu wants two seventy-kilogram baskets and one fifty-kilogram basket. I'll go to Dashizhen next door to sell them. People there haven't tasted sugar-coated chestnuts yet, and business will definitely be good. I'll definitely sell faster than Aunt Wu."
Today was the third day of opening up a new market for sugar-coated chestnuts. Bai Lu didn't want to talk about unlucky things related to money.
She calmly said, "Aunt Wu takes one seventy-kilogram basket, and you take one fifty-kilogram basket. The remaining two seventy-kilogram baskets belong to Yu Fugui. He already has a large number of pre-orders in the city."
The two seventy-kilogram baskets were still not enough.
Aunt Wu's order quantity was not only this small, and after Bai Lu finished her lunch, she had to continue picking pomelos and working hard.
Otherwise, Aunt Wu would run out of stock in the afternoon.
During the Qingming Festival, Wen Xiuyun and Yu Fugui separately accumulated hundreds of kilograms of orders. It must be said that the purchasing power of customers accumulated over more than ten years was powerful.
Wang Cuihua felt that Bai Lu was favoring Aunt Wu and Yu Fugui and not letting her earn big money on the first day.
Regardless, she ignored it, picked up a seventy-kilogram basket of sugar-coated chestnuts, and ran outside without saying a word.
Usually weak and pitiful, needing help with everything, when it came to grabbing things, she ran faster than the young men.
She also made a solemn promise,
"Bai Lu, rest assured, I will definitely sell faster than Aunt Wu. With only seventy kilograms of sugar-coated chestnuts, I can earn all the money back before the sun sets!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was already riding her bicycle, with a large basket on the back seat, flying away.
Bai Lu didn't bother to chase after her, got up and went to the firewood room to continue bringing out chestnuts to roast.
Yesterday, when Xiao Cheng went to the countryside to exchange for chestnuts, she and Xiao Wei had cleared out the firewood room and cleaned it up.
It was used to store the chestnuts brought back by Xiao Cheng and would serve as a dedicated space for chestnuts in the future.
Xiao Cheng brought back six carts of chestnuts, filling the firewood room to the brim. A glance revealed a small brown mountain.
Bai Lu squatted on the ground, holding a large iron shovel the size of a faceplate, and shoveled chestnuts into a bamboo basket, one by one.
At this moment, she missed the powerful big brother who had cooked seventy kilograms of sugar-coated chestnuts for her early in the morning, and had only left after being interrupted by a knock on the door.
Because of the surge in the quantity of goods supplied, the large pot that the original homeowner had left unused in the corner of the firewood room had been cleaned by her. Two pots were used simultaneously.
Not only did Xiao Cheng have astonishing arm strength, but he could also manage two pots of chestnuts, allocating the most suitable intervals for flipping them. From start to finish, not a single pot was burnt.
The chestnuts that came out of the pot
made the kids next door cry with longing.
Unlike her, who had a mishap when trying two pots for the first time.
Those sugar-coated...charcoal chestnuts were so burnt that they couldn't be scraped off the wall.
Fortunately, Bai Lu knew her own level. She didn't fry much for the first time, and the old mother hen in the backyard was also considerate, not picky with food, helping her finish all the charcoal chestnuts.
Otherwise, wasting food was a heinous crime that she couldn't forgive herself for... The grandparents and grandmothers living in the countryside were still filling their stomachs with chestnuts for three meals a day.
How many people still couldn't eat...
"Bai Lu."
The courtyard door wasn't closed, just slightly ajar. Aunt Wu lightly knocked three times, greeted, and entered.
Yu Fugui followed closely behind.
Seeing the three large baskets of sugar-coated chestnuts still emitting a hint of hot, sweet aroma in the courtyard, both of them revealed happy expressions.
This time, Bai Lu only fried two pots of ten kilograms each, and she temporarily didn't have the strength to flip two pots of twenty-five kilograms. She needed to take it slow.
She moved the twenty kilograms of chestnuts she had just divided into the winnowing basket and poured them into the fifty-kilogram large basket.
"Aunt Wu, Uncle Fugui, please take these sugar-coated chestnuts to fulfill the orders. All three baskets are seventy kilograms each. I'll fry some more in the afternoon."
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