Chapter 320

The evening vegetable market became lively once again.

People getting off work, people walking their dogs, and those fully equipped for power walking... The wind by the river blew gently, carrying the summer heat and damp moisture. Several young men and women whizzed past on electric scooters, and when they stopped and looked around, they couldn't find any place where people were gathered.

Looking at the few watermelon vendors who had set up stalls—this one is an old person, this one is a young man, and this one is an aunt... none of them are the shop owner's family!

Not to mention the spot where the little boss used to park her pickup truck, which had long been occupied by someone holding a basket of fairy peaches.

Everyone looked left and right, and finally, looking at the braised goods boss who was deep in thought in front of the counter, they asked cautiously:

"Boss, may I ask, the girl who often sells vegetables and drives a pickup truck here, did she not come today?"

"Yeah," someone behind him also muttered anxiously: "Didn't they say they were selling watermelons today? Did you buy any on the mini-program?"

"Too expensive."

"I didn't have the heart to order online, I was planning to come and taste it first..."

Watermelon, what watermelon?

The braised goods boss gave a start, remembering the balance that had flown out of his bank card, and now looking at the 6 small watermelons at his feet, he didn't know how to report the expenses to his wife at home, so he said dejectedly: "You're late, they sold out early."

What?

"Didn't they say 5:00 at the vegetable market? They didn't say 5 o'clock, it seemed they said five..."

"Didn't we come just a little after 6 o'clock? How could they be gone?"

Seeing the anxious expressions of several people, for some reason, a touch of pride suddenly welled up in the braised goods boss's heart—

Look, the watermelons you couldn't buy, I bought!

This somewhat comforted his mood of losing money today, so he said nicely: "They came before 5:30, and there were already people lining up waiting before they arrived. In half an hour, a truckload of melons was sold out."

In fact, it took some time for everyone to weigh and pick, plus when tasting the watermelons, there was pushing and shoving... If it hadn't been for the few young police officers from the nearby station coming over to patrol twice, they might have started arguing.

However, despite so many distractions, when the young police officers happily walked away with a small melon, the girl simply closed the truck bed and left immediately after selling out.

Now that these young men and women who were hesitating had rushed over, they couldn't even catch the exhaust fumes.

Thinking of this, the braised goods boss felt energized:

"No melons, do you want braised pig trotters? My family's braising liquid is very authentic!"

"If you buy some, I'll show you the melons I bought."

The young girl in front didn't fall for it: "Boss, are you showing us the melons, or reselling them to me?"

Reselling... that would cost extra!

The boss looked at the young people in front of him, thinking that since the melons were so expensive, if they really wanted to buy them, they would have ordered on the mini-program long ago, so he estimated they wouldn't pay much more.

So he said: "Of course, just let you take a look."

Hmph~~~

Several people dispersed.

After walking two steps, the leading girl turned back:

"Forget it, I told my mom I'd buy watermelon, I can't go back empty-handed if I didn't buy any—give me two of these braised pig trotters."

"Alright!"

The braised goods boss beamed: "Let me tell you, my braised pig trotters are especially soft and tender when eaten hot with the sauce! One suck and they melt in your mouth!"

"If they get cold, they're chewy, the skin and meat have a great texture! Super fragrant!"

"But if you put them in the air fryer for three to five minutes, good heavens, they're delicious to gnaw on! The skin is chewy, the meat inside is piping hot, not greasy at all, and they don't have a mushy texture, especially suitable for drinking, watching a ball game or a movie at night, it's perfect!"

"And, if you can pack them in your bag and take them into the cinema, when the lights go out and the big screen lights up, and you're there gnawing on them, everyone in the cinema will smell the fragrance, tell me, isn't that great?"

Good heavens!

Taking pig trotters into the cinema, the boss is so immoral!

But... *slurp*... I really want to...

As soon as he finished speaking, the young people who hadn't gone far also hesitated and gathered around.

After they left, the boss checked the calculator; 6 big pig trotters were at least worth 2 melons.

He thought about it and simply put all the melons on the counter.

Meanwhile, Song Tan finished work early and had already driven the truck to the nearby Fengfeng Express.

These were the big melons she had picked one by one that weren't overly ripe, just right for shipping.

It's a pity, since it's not at Brother Xiao Zhang's place, the shipping cost will be much more expensive.

However, Brother Xiao Zhang only delivers once every afternoon, and Secretary Xiao Zhu was in a hurry, needing them sent out today—fortunately, she's paying the shipping fee.

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Thinking of this, Song Tan felt relieved.

The courier from Fengfeng Express was busy recording orders, and seeing someone come in, he just pointed:

"Sending a package? What is it?"

He just asked subconsciously, not expecting the young man behind him to directly carry over a round watermelon:

"Sending a lot of watermelons."

The courier was stunned.

It took a long time for him to react: "Sending watermelons?"

His words were full of disbelief.

Song Tan nodded: "Can you pack them well? They can't break."

This Fengfeng Express station is quite large, and they have everything. The young man hesitated: "We have the materials, it's just the shipping fee, air freight isn't cheap..."

Where can't you buy watermelons these days, it's really not worth it.

Song Tan waved her hand: "It's fine. As long as they can be sent out tonight."

"That's definitely possible!"

Song Tan pointed to the back seat of her car: "20 in total, please pack them."

Courier:...

The rich people these days have so many strange habits, and the things they do are truly rare!

After all this trouble, by the time they were really going to deliver the watermelons, it was already getting dark.

Song Tan asked Qiaoqiao: "Are you hungry?"

Qiaoqiao opened the bag on his chest: "Cucumber!"

Well, there's water too. The siblings each grabbed a cucumber and gnawed on it; Qiaoqiao's Zero Ultraman was placed in the back seat, clearly not as loved as before.

And after finishing a cucumber, Song Tan arrived downstairs at her aunt's house:

"Three big melons in total, I'll carry two and you carry one, okay?"

Qiaoqiao said cockily: "I can carry two!"

Song Tan: "... Fine, you carry two."

She reached out, grabbed one, and went straight upstairs.

Her aunt had received the call and had been waiting at home for a long time. Seeing them arrive, she couldn't stop sighing:

"You, watermelons are so expensive right now, you should sell them for more money before they hit the market! If you really want to give them away, wouldn't it be fine to wait until it's hotter? They won't sell well then."

Saying that, she quickly took the melons from them.

Song Tan liked her aunt's straightforward personality and laughed: "It's okay, Aunt, let you taste the first batch of melons."