Chapter 272: Rebirth in the '90s: Dominatrix Flower Chapter 273: Divine Speed

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

Chai Youqing still wanted to chatter on a few more words; he was always like this, feeling uneasy when others did work.

If it were something else, Chai Mi would have let him be, but today she still had to go to the market, so she didn't listen to him spouting all sorts of chaotic "precautions" there, turned around, and left.

Su Wan also felt that this daughter was grown up, and wanting to do some business was right; otherwise, generations of ancestors farming the land would come to nothing.

Since going to university was no longer possible for Chai Mi, she could only try doing business.

Although, there really weren't any young girls doing business nearby.

Most people going to the local market went in couples, looking out for each other. Someone like Chai Mi coming alone really didn't exist.

But with Song Qiushui helping, Su Wan felt somewhat reassured. Just as Song Qiushui said, if they really couldn't sell anything, they could take it home and eat it themselves, no problem.

So Su Wan said to Chai Youqing: "Go inside and eat; after we finish eating, we'll both go to the market."

Chai Youqing then stopped hemming and hawing and went inside to eat.

After Chai Mi and Song Qiushui came out, they also ran into Liu Zhijing, who was going to the market.

No matter why Liu Zhijing lived far away in front of Chai Mi's home, how he happened to be "coincidentally" on the way—ask and he'd say it was on his route...

"Chai Mi, you've made up your mind to do some business. I feel you're beautiful, so whatever you do will succeed." Liu Zhijing started flattering her: "Selling things, especially food. Whether the food tastes good is secondary; if the seller is beautiful, the buyers will feel comfortable eating. Let's just say, if a scruffy person full of lice wanted to sell food, no one would buy it, even if it tasted good—others would find it disgusting just looking at them. Conversely, if you sell, even if it's just average, others will say it's incredibly delicious."

Facing Liu Zhijing's flattery, Chai Mi smiled: "Aiya, Da Zhi. We poor common folk here won't buy if it doesn't taste good; it depends on the person. If I were a young widow, doing business would definitely work. A group of people would be thinking about it, saying the young widow selling tofu pudding has a crowd at every market. Some really find it delicious. Some old gentlemen just want to look at her a few more times. Can I compare to her?"

"Aiyo aiyo aiyo... Da Zhi, our Chai Mi makes a living by her craft. You make it sound like she only relies on her looks. If it were about looks, Chai Mi standing at the market selling Chinese cabbage at ten yuan a head would still have a crowd buying." Song Qiushui said: "But, we two are determined to start from scratch, get rich, and be pathfinders of the new era."

"Da Zhi, you go first; your tractor is faster." Chai Mi urged: "Earn more money; you're the most capable one in our village."

Liu Zhijing immediately perked up, drove his tractor away...

"Hehe." Song Qiushui coldly laughed and pursed her lips.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the market.

This side of the market had fixed stalls, the kind where you pay so much a year.

There were also temporary stalls, first come first served, collecting a tax or management fee ranging from one or two yuan to five yuan per market.

This market was actually somewhat controversial, located at the border of two villages, and also where the Xiangli was; all three parties wanted it, but none could get it, so there was always controversy, and collecting management fees involved several groups of people; sometimes they'd just perfunctorily give it to the ones in front and be done with it.

They just opened a hand-torn ticket, forged it a bit, and they couldn't tell.

Later, besides the fixed stall fees, most temporary stalls didn't charge.

This was also why this market kept getting bigger.

Chai Mi parked her inverted donkey inside the market, outside a family's wall, about one hundred eighty meters from the exact center of the market.

The advantage here was the large space, and nearby were all small food stalls. Especially close to that young widow's tofu pudding place.

Although Chai Mi had never set up a stall before, she often saw how others did it, so she learned by imitation.

She placed three small tables side by side, put out a few small stools, then set out some soy sauce and vinegar, plus some chili powder, and finally tossed two heads of garlic on the table—then it was all set.

Then she started boiling water with a gazi jar, and began wrapping dumplings while wearing an apron.

The filling was made early in the morning, the dough was leavened yesterday; everything was just right.

"Qiushui, what filling do you want? Meat or vegetarian? I'll make you a bowl first." Chai Mi asked with a smile.

"Meat, meat. Eating dumplings without meat—how lacking in wits would I be. But still, Chai Mi, wait a bit to make mine; what if we don't have enough to sell?" Song Qiushui hadn't eaten breakfast that morning, but she wasn't missing this one bite.

Then she raised her voice and started shouting around.

"Passersby, don't miss out—freshly boiled, steaming hot dumplings. They say nothing beats dumplings; everyone come try some..."

But she didn't attract customers; instead, she attracted the white eyes of several fellow food vendors.

Several food stalls around weren't hawking...

After all, there weren't many people at the market yet...

Everyone was a food stall owner; wouldn't they eat their own food, why eat your dumplings...

Chai Mi also smiled and told Song Qiushui to stop: "Aiya, hardly any market-goers have come yet. We set up early, no need to rush the shouting. And, I see other people setting up stalls selling things, and not many are shouting. This thing doesn't seem like selling vegetables; vegetable sellers shout 'two cents a jin for big eggplants,' what do we shout... If someone comes, just tell them meat filling is five yuan, leek and egg is three yuan five."

"Understood."

Actually, both were a bit shy.

Both were doing business for the first time, and both were young girls; although Song Qiushui was bolder, she still didn't know exactly what to do.

Although Song Qiushui also felt Chai Mi's dumplings were delicious, especially delicious, dumplings are a matter of personal taste; just because she thought they were delicious didn't mean others would.

The two of them just idled for a while, and people at the market gradually increased.

Since the market was large, many came from outlying towns and townships; most had come out at three or four o'clock and simply hadn't had time to eat breakfast.

Chai Mi and Song Qiushui also hadn't had time to eat breakfast before coming to set up their stall.

This group of people set up their stalls; some stall owners selling vegetables or other things took this chance, while there weren't many people yet, to find a small stall and grab a bite, so they wouldn't be too hungry later.

This was also the main customer base for these snack stalls.

Actually, some people came to the market without eating and came to eat; however, everyone was economically poor and purchasing power wasn't strong. Instead, this group of stall owners were somewhat better off and would look around for something good to eat.

Sesame cakes, fried dough sticks, tofu pudding—these were what this group mainly ate. That was also why those few stalls were busier.

Sesame cakes and fried dough sticks focused on being economical and affordable.

Several market stall owners strolled over today and found two more girls setting up stalls. One prettier than the other.

Just these two girls standing there—that was a feast for the eyes.

Not only men thought Chai Mi and Song Qiushui were pretty; even the market aunties thought these two were truly beautiful.

A middle-aged couple came...

Directly ordered two bowls.

Chai Mi smiled bitterly, because those who came were Liu San and his wife.

The first bowl's business ultimately did not escape the help of relatives.

"Sister-in-law, you didn't cook for my big brother this morning?" Chai Mi asked with a smile.

"No. Your big brother, hehe. He says my cooking isn't delicious, claiming I abuse him every day..." Zhang Hailan said, pouting her lips: "That guy, even if I boil him eggs, he won't eat them, insists on coming out to eat. This lets him get away with it..."

Liu San, however, said: "Oh, so you don't know your cooking isn't delicious... boiling eggs every morning, who can stand eating that meal after meal?"

While they were talking, the dumplings were cooked.

Chai Mi brought up the dumplings, about to say something, when Song Qiushui stretched out her small hand on the other side: "Oh my, ten yuan. Eating at home costs nothing, eating here costs money."

Chai Mi hurriedly said not to.

But Liu San had already taken it out.

Chai Mi returned it: "If money is involved, it's not the same thing. Don't listen to Qiu Shui's nonsense."

Song Qiushui pouted her lips and went to pretend to cook dumplings.

In her heart she sighed bitterly: if those from the Village eat without paying, isn't that working for nothing?

Sigh...

Just as she was sighing, someone asked: "How much per bowl for what those two are eating?"

"Five yuan, pork and green onion, very delicious."

"Get one bowl each for me and my wife."

Seeing Liu San and his wife eating with great enthusiasm, other stall owners also came to eat.

Hearing the price wasn't expensive, much cheaper than public restaurants, they directly sat down.

Song Qiushui busied herself, and in a short while brought up two bowls.

"Is it delicious?" someone else asked.

Song Qiushui pouted and shook her head: "Big Brother, what you said. If it weren't delicious, I'd go with you..."

The man who asked instantly turned red, secretly glanced at Song Qiushui, and was overjoyed in his heart...

"A promise is a promise."

"You can forget it, I was just saying it, you actually believe it? Are you lacking sense? I said it, so it's definitely delicious. Want a bowl? If you finish it and it's truly not delicious, I really will go with you."

"One bowl..."

"One bowl for me too..."

"I want two bowls..."

Before Chai Mi could react, over a dozen people placed orders frantically, paying directly first...

Chai Mi stared speechless: "No, Qiu Shui. We can't drag you down just because we sell some dumplings."

Song Qiushui had great confidence in Chai Mi's dumplings: "Don't worry, definitely delicious, you wouldn't secretly cut corners, right... Sister, my fate is in your hands..."

Everyone sat down, and Chai Mi served bowl after bowl of dumplings.

As soon as the dumplings arrived, everyone took a bite and immediately felt they were indeed delicious.

Much more delicious than what they ate at Home.

Thin wrappers, large filling, oil filling the mouth.

And no one "thought of" Song Qiushui anymore...

"Truly delicious..."

"Much better than the dumplings my wife wraps. My wife's dumplings, you don't bite into filling on the first bite, and there's nothing on the second..."

"Hahahaha... Brother, I see you haven't eaten any good pork. With a wife like that, you still want..."

Everyone joked with each other, but all felt the dumplings were delicious.

And several people directly ordered a second bowl.

"Boss, one more bowl. Your dumplings are indeed delicious, you don't need to run away with me..."

"One bowl for me too..."

Song Qiushui hehed a laugh: "I'm telling you, I never say things I'm not sure about. It's definitely delicious, otherwise I couldn't joke about myself. Hehehe... There's soy sauce and vinegar, and garlic on the side, help yourselves."

More and more people came, in less than half an hour.

Thirty portions of dumplings were all gone.

Those who came later asked, and Chai Mi was about to pack up her stall.

Several neighboring stall owners looked at each other: Damn! Look at their business, so fast it's bizarre. We go to the Market for five or six hours and can't sell out, but those two girls sold out in half a moment.

Others who wanted to eat dumplings came to cut in on the other stall owners...

"Boss, will you come to the next Market? I want to reserve two bowls of dumplings in advance... These dumplings are truly delicious."

"I saw them eating and felt they were delicious. Save two bowls for me at the next Market, you must save them..."

Chai Mi smiled and declined: "The pancake stall next door is also quite delicious."

The customer glanced at the pancake stall...

The pancake stall owner smiled and welcomed...

The next second, the customer said: "Not eating, their pancakes aren't delicious. Anyway, save two bowls of dumplings for me..."

The pancake stall owner's face was awkward, cursing in his heart: Don't you people go too far!

Chai Mi could only say okay.

Because the selling speed was too fast, Chai Mi hadn't expected it. So now it was just seven o'clock, exactly the time people come to the Market, yet she had to pack up her stall.

The problem was, going back at this time was still a bit early...

Just as Chai Mi was hesitating, Liu Zhijing came over, dressed neatly, wearing a hat and swaying, sat down, and said: "Boss, a bowl of dumplings. I've long heard your dumplings are delicious, I came from far away..."

Chai Mi covered her mouth and laughed.

This Da Zhi really is a bit simple-minded.

He truly hadn't noticed; it had long since sold out.

However, this Da Zhi must have been afraid Chai Mi couldn't sell out, so he pretended to be a customer, sharing the same thought as Liu San and his wife.

"You're late... Da Zhi, sold out. I haven't even eaten any myself, let alone you!" Song Qiushui spread her hands: "I've been busy all morning and haven't eaten a single dumpling. All sold out, and you still want to eat? Dream on... dreams have everything."

Liu Zhijing was also surprised: "Ah? Sold out? It's only been half a moment since you left, didn't you say you made thirty portions of dumplings? Gone already? Snatched up by people... or did someone smash your stall?"

Liu Zhijing went to his own shop first, and after opening the door, put the tractor inside the shop. Then he changed into another set of clothes, and afterward walked over to see whether Chai Mi could sell even a single bowl.

As a result, in just that short while, everything was sold out.

This speed was more than a bit bizarre.

Damn fast.