Chapter 163: Qiao Qiao

In the suburbs of Zhu City.

At a mountain villa called "Mountain Wild Farmhouse."

The hardworking aunts cleaned up the rooms and finally were able to take a breather, sitting in twos and threes on the stone stools in the courtyard, feeling like their waists were about to break.

"Oh my, oh my, I can't do it anymore!"

An aunt in the middle hammered her waist: "When we came, they said we were working as waitresses, but they didn't say there were so many people here!"

"Exactly! It's exhausted me; it feels like the time when we were double-harvesting in the fields, my feet feel like they're on fire wheels!"

"You guys are lucky, you just serve dishes in the rooms; our legs are broken from running food!"

"Didn't they say they were recruiting? Why haven't they recruited anyone yet? If they don't recruit soon, I won't be able to take it..."

The employees were tired, and the boss was tired too!

For a boss of this kind of mountain farmhouse, even if she didn't personally act as the chef, she still had no time to spare.

In the lobby, a middle-aged woman dressed simply and capably also hammered her waist.

"Son, go tell them that red envelopes will be issued at the end of the month, let everyone work hard for a bit longer. Before people are recruited, just hold on..."

As she spoke, she looked at the reservation list at the front desk—well, it was a full house again tonight, and they might even have to turn tables.

She finally began to look troubled: she never imagined that even earning money could make a person worry.

The mother was worried, and the son was worried too.

"Mom, look, I can't help much at home, why don't I just go out and find a job."

This business at home was too tiring; whoever wants to do it can do it, anyway he didn't want to, he was willing to go out and be a corporate slave, to work!

Such good strong labor, and he didn't even need a salary; the mother was reluctant too!

"Son, didn't you say you were in a bad mood because you broke up? Our home has such beautiful scenery, you need to keep busy, and you won't think about it when you're busy, stay for a while longer..."

"No, no!"

This mother and son were Xin Jun and his mother.

Xin Jun had been in his hometown ever since he broke up with his girlfriend Wu Qianqian last month.

At first, it was truly imperial treatment; every day his mother would show concern, and if he wanted to eat anything, he could just go to the back kitchen.

Not to mention helping to serve dishes, she was afraid he'd get tired just holding a menu.

Now that he had been here for a month, not to mention holding a menu, she practically wanted him to cover everything from serving dishes to front desk cashiering. His daily WeChat steps were nearly 20,000, but they were all controlled within this mountain villa; it could be seen that his food chain status had hit rock bottom.

You know, this wasn't a mountain villa of a thousand acres; it was just an ordinary farmhouse.

These days, if a farmhouse doesn't call itself a "villa" or a "garden," it feels like it's not high-class enough.

There were at least eight or ten such farmhouses in the suburbs, but this year, theirs was the most popular. Why? All because of the free gift!

What was the free gift? Anyone who ate here and spent over 200 would get a bowl of Chinese milk vetch soup; the more they spent, the more they got, and it could be stacked.

Sometimes it was Chinese milk vetch pork soup, sometimes it was Chinese milk vetch tofu soup, and sometimes it was just Chinese milk vetch porridge.

Xiangxiang Chinese Network.

Oh my, this taste—

Anyway, everyone who ate it praised it endlessly and wanted to come back for the next meal.

The surrounding area was full of farmhouses, and each one's competitiveness was about the same; everyone was entertaining familiar customers. Now, it was good that the reputation of this free gift had spread quietly, overtaking them on a curve, and now everyone who came wanted this.

The mother and son had thought of this publicity power, but not entirely.

For example, Xin Jun felt that the 100 jin of Chinese milk vetch his mother asked for at the beginning was enough to last through this freshness.

Unexpectedly, when they brought it back for customers to eat, everyone was amazed, and his mother decisively placed an order for another 2,000 jin, directly clearing out two of Song Tan's fields.

When these 2,000 jin came back, the whole family was busy for several nights just blanching and freezing them, and for this, they even brought in a few extra large freezers.

Originally thinking, it should last for a while, right?

But according to the current customer flow...

Xin's mother panicked: "Son, ask the boss again what else can be sold? Buy a little first to support us!"

"If you can't buy 800 or 1,000 jin, 100 jin is fine too."

Xin Jun's face was numb: "No, no, no! Mom, how many times have I told you, the last time was bamboo shoots, I only grabbed 20 jin and it was gone."

That bamboo shoot, the family of three tasted it once, and couldn't hold back anymore, directly sealing it in a jar with red oil.

Now it was long gone.

Thinking of the inventory, Xin's mother felt another pang of heartache: if she had known, she shouldn't have been so hesitant, she should have directly contracted all the fields, saving the boss from going to the market to sell them every day.

Who could have thought of this?

"However, Mom, the goods are out of stock, you can just take a break, and train the new employees. It's been so busy lately, I see the employees can't take it anymore."

"It's fine," Xin's mother had experience: "I gave them big red envelopes, and I'll issue them one by one at the end of the month."

But she couldn't help but ask again: "What else does this boss grow? When can it be served next?"

She had been running this mountain farmhouse for more than ten years, and now that she finally had a chance to become popular, no matter what, she couldn't let the good vegetables run out!

Earning money is tiring; she was just complaining, but if she didn't earn it, that would be truly difficult.

Xin Jun thought for a while: "I remember the boss posted in the group, it seems like baby bok choy will be available in half a month."

He subconsciously took out his phone to look, and then, his eyes froze.

Then, he turned off the screen as if nothing had happened, and said to Xin's mother:

"Mom, I don't think it's okay for us to just wait here for them to ship."

"Why don't I go to the boss's village to see what good things there are, and we'll acquire them as soon as possible."

"If there's a chance, I'll try to see if I can reach a deeper cooperation with this boss."

Xin's mother looked at her son suspiciously: "Are you really going to find this boss? Isn't she Qianqian's old classmate? Won't she have an opinion about you when you meet?"

"Also, do you think it's tiring at home, and you want to run away while you have the chance?"

As she spoke, she said earnestly: "Son, since you're not dating Qianqian anymore, you'll have to take over the villa later, there's no need to take root in another city, right? Help Mom out, isn't that great!"

Xin Jun nodded without hesitation: "I've decided to take root in the countryside."

As for which countryside, he wouldn't say yet.

On one side is money, and on the other side is still money. Xin's mother quickly made a decision:

"Okay, son, go ahead. If there's anything good, book it as soon as possible, and I'll transfer the money to you immediately."

The mother and son held hands and looked at each other, parting reluctantly.

The mother was reluctant to part with this versatile free son who could do the work of three, while Xin Jun tried hard to control his nervousness. Once he got in the car, he kept refreshing his phone:

I'm willing to be the child's tutor, but why hasn't this boss replied yet?

Is it okay or not?

What if someone else gets there first?

Anyway, no matter what, he didn't want to stay at home and be a waiter without a salary. ===== CHAPTER 164 =====