Chapter 1584

The fragrance of the steamed buns was exceptionally domineering.

The strands of flour fragrance permeated, carrying the exuberance and softness of water vapor, and then were permeated by the sauce meat fragrance inside, slowly lingering from the kitchen to the whole room.

Although She Min brought the steamed buns back, this was also the first time she smelled this taste. At this moment, she hadn't even drunk water, and her stomach began to shrink and wriggle.

So hungry!

"How long does it take to steam..."

Mother She couldn't say anything like "eat something else to pad your stomach," she stared at the pot at this moment, muttering: "It should take 15 minutes..."

Oh my! Father She became anxious: "The steamer on the induction cooker, how can it take so long!"

Thinking about the price of this steamed bun again, Mother She swallowed her saliva: "If this sells for 68, our family can't bear it, but is it true that someone will buy it..."

That's a must!

She Min had already opened the online shop to show her mother: "Look, the things on this are feedback to fans, and they are wholesale prices! Even so, many people squat and grab them but can't grab them..."

Mother She took the phone and slid down, and suddenly a detail page with stock popped out among a pile of "off the shelf" links, what limited broken tremella, the copy says—

【A tremella born from the spiritual energy of mountain wild plants and trees in the wet forest. When it blooms, picking it is like picking a mountain moon that has been longed for for thousands of years...】

Mother She:...

She commented: "This introduction is not good at all, it doesn't say how fragrant and delicious this tremella is. The price is so high, and it's written in a cloud, can't understand..."

She Min:...

Confidence at work often loses to one's own parents.

She weakly, even forgetting the steamed buns in the pot: "Don't you think it's very romantic, very imaginative, high-end, and literary?"

Mother She doesn't think so: "But this is selling tremella, right? It's not some elixir of immortality? Even selling a white peony would be more appropriate than this tremella."

In short, middle-aged and elderly people don't love it.

She Min hummed: "In short, our boss likes it."

In the boss's words, what was written before was too down-to-earth and simple. Although everyone liked it very much, it seemed to have no threshold, as if anyone could come and bargain.

Since using the photos and copy she took, many who couldn't understand just left, saving trouble.

And some, when bargaining, were not so confident, always feeling that it was some inexplicably high-end product.

For the Song family, which is not short of customers now, after changing to this, it directly reduced a lot of trouble for customer service, easy to use!

And, it really enhances the atmosphere!

Mainly a cloud, only old customers can touch the edge for the first time.

Then she reacted: "Ah, in stock!!!"

However, after a series of clicks, the page visibly grayed out.

She Min:... Missed a hundred million!

But fortunately, after such a toss, the resistance to the steamed buns was higher, so she arranged the menu:

"At noon we eat braised pork, I've decided, still don't put potatoes, otherwise the taste will be poor..."

"In the evening, our family will share two more zongzi? Can't eat too much, long-term flow."

"Mom, are you still going to Grandma's? Watermelon... sigh, so reluctant! Why don't we eat one tonight!"

Arranging and arranging, it became even more heartbreaking: "There are only two in total, eat one tonight, what should we do next..."

The mother originally wanted to say something, but smelling the fragrance of the steamed buns permeating the air, and looking at the two small watermelons carefully placed on the soft cushion, she was also looking forward to it at this moment.

The family couldn't wait to count the seconds and wait for the pot to be lifted, when the door was suddenly knocked.

Who is this? Knocking on the door early in the morning?!

Only She Min was happy: "Is it my express delivery?! It should be next-day delivery!"

She opened the door, and it was the neighbor Aunt Wu.

And a man in his thirties of medium build.

This is... Aunt Wu's son?

Facing outsiders, she instantly became cowardly, retreated two steps and muttered: "Mom..."

Mother She gets angry every time she sees her useless appearance.

Looking at the people outside the door again, she was even angrier! What are you doing knocking on the door at 7 o'clock in the morning, just 5 steamed buns and you have to share them!

Looking at the man following the other party again, her alarm bells rang instantly—this is not Aunt Wu's son, could it be that she is really so outrageous as to bring her nephew over?

Wasn't that just a polite remark?

Aunt Wu wasn't so reserved, she walked into the room and smiled: "Minmin's mom, this is my nephew. It's not that I'm bragging, this child is handsome, honest. We won't say he's a talent, but he's also very decent!"

"With Minmin, it's just right!"

She Min instantly became numb.

She shrank back behind her mother even more cowardly, the eloquence just now was nowhere to be seen. Looking at the man who was also smiling...

Oh my god!

She doesn't deserve to die! Why is this!

Mother She isn't such a polite person, at this moment she was sarcastic: "Oh my, Aunt Wu's relatives are here, do you want to consult something? I was wondering who was knocking on the door at 7 o'clock in the morning? Our child is lucky to have washed up, otherwise how inappropriate..."

"I thought it was someone delivering express."

Actually, she wanted to say crazy!

Knocking on the door without a sound in the hot weather, if the girl was wearing a small nightdress at home, just because of this way of doing things, it won't work!

Aunt Wu let out an "Oh my": "Minmin's mom, the child is shy, as a parent, you have to urge—didn't I tell you two days ago?"

"I thought the girl was shy and couldn't say it directly, so I just brought him over. You parents check it out and take a look."

She Min put on a painful mask.

Mother She also felt that the new neighbor was exceptionally unreliable.

Aunt Wu also twitched her nose: "Oh my! What steamed buns are you steaming at home? So fragrant!"

Mother She looked at her daughter and said nonchalantly: "The child's holiday bonus was several thousand yuan, so she specially bought a few steamed buns to let us taste—young people, just generous, these steamed buns cost 68 each."

Aunt Wu didn't believe it at first, but smelling this fragrance, she believed it a little, and suddenly muttered in her heart:

Daring to buy a steamed bun for 68, either Minmin is extravagant and doesn't manage the family, or...

Does this She family still have some family background?

She suddenly smiled: "Oh my! Young children are all like this. My nephew is also filial. The Dragon Boat Festival came over and bought me bird's nest and red dates, spent a lot of money..."

"Minmin, don't be shy, you two chat. What if there's a connection?"

She Min originally wanted to shrink her head and be a little turtle, but she has been trained in the mountains for a long time. Although cowardly, her vision is high.

At this moment, she took another look at this man, softly:

"There is no connection, Aunt Wu."

"The security guards in our company all have six-pack or eight-pack abs, very healthy and strong, and the most basic employees are 211, 985."

For example, the vegetable picker Sister Danran who has already resigned, she is still engaged in rockets.

"Your nephew is so old, and his stomach is so big, he is not suitable for me."