Chapter 575

Song Tan's words were indeed sincere.

No matter how good the marinade packet is, it's enough to boil 20 eggs at once; who eats that many in a day—oh, my own family...

Ahem, in short, where do urban families live with so many people? If you eat that many tea eggs at once, you'll definitely get sick of them.

So, those who love them can buy one bag to try first; there's nothing wrong with that. There are one or two thousand people watching the livestream now, and it's normal for only a few hundred to pay.

But the problem is, after half a year of livestream shopping, the fans have successfully completed their own self-indoctrination. Now, the hunger marketing in the livestream doesn't even need the word "marketing"—once they get hungry, they go crazy!

What do you mean there's not much quantity and no need to rush? Impossible, absolutely no such possibility!

Because of this, just as Qiaoqiao relayed these words and Song Tan clicked 【One-Click Publish】, the backend instantly jumped with continuous notification sounds, to the point that she paused, and when she refreshed again, the entire page had turned gray.

Song Tan:...

Actually... is it possible that the marinade packets are still in the process of being weighed by type, and not a single one has been packed yet?

After all, there are even several dozen jin of Sichuan peppercorns. Since the weight of each type is different, it's too easy to get them mixed up if only one person is doing it.

So everyone is working together, each person starting with one type of spice to get the weight right, and then finally putting them all into the bag together—

The first step hasn't even been completed yet.

Song Tan looked at Big Brother Xiao Zhang, who was packing straw mats meticulously and unhurriedly, fell silent for a moment, and then sat down at the table to help with the sorting and packing.

Li Lanhua had just solved a major worry, and at this moment, she was still smiling and persuading her: "Tantan, these spices have a strong scent, don't touch them. There's only this much; the few of us can finish it. You come to help—if we finish before dark, we'll feel bad about taking our wages."

Spices are also afraid of high temperatures, so what was brought out today was only a few jin of each, estimated to be finished by the afternoon.

Song Tan is quick-handed and sharp-minded; her joining indeed made things very efficient.

The aunt next to her also looked at her curiously: "Song Tan, I heard that this website needs to be watched constantly. If someone sends a message, you have to reply quickly, otherwise, they might go buy elsewhere. You just take care of your computer; you don't need to help us."

"Emmmm..."

Song Tan hesitated, put down the spices in her hand, and said as calmly as possible: "I just listed 1000 bags, and they're all sold out."

As for replying to backend messages... besides asking when they'll be back in stock, there's nothing else, and she's really too lazy to reply, so she decided to let Zhang Yanping log in and reply tonight.

Anyway, he knows the account and password; helping out with a small favor during his vacation is no problem!

And at this moment—

"1000 bags?!"

Big Brother Xiao Zhang, who had just finished sticking a shipping label, suddenly looked up.

In the livestream room.

It wasn't until this moment that the suddenly silent bullet comments gradually became lively again.

【I knew it! I knew it! Good thing I was sitting on the router and grabbed it fast!】

【Ha, good thing I just got a new phone!】

【You can believe anything the streamer says, except for the inventory.】

【You people!

! I was just a little late, and I only grabbed the last three bags!】

【Humbly, I have five bags in hand.】

【Oh wow! I was wondering why it was so hard to grab? Why are you all buying so many!】

【I'm different; my family is large and we love eating tea eggs. I only feel secure with these 20 bags.】

【You guys... this is so outrageous; a marinade packet is so expensive, yet so many people are buying it.】

【Exactly! 20 yuan—in other shops, that's enough to buy ten whole bags.】

【I really don't get it; it's looking more and more like they're shills.】

【You're right! 50 cents per order.】

【You're right, 50 cents per order.】

【You're right, 50 cents...】

The new fans who didn't buy anything after reading the details twice:...

Interesting, this livestream room is so strange; let me take another look.

Li Lanhua returned home at seven o'clock, and thinking of the money she would soon need, she couldn't help but sigh deeply:

"If only I could earn money right here at my doorstep every day."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Maozhu didn't have any work today, and at this moment, he was curious while serving dishes:

"Your work today was quite easy, right?"

It wasn't easy, but it wouldn't warrant such a sigh.

That's for sure! You can stand or sit, and while chatting, you get the work done.

For Li Lanhua, it certainly couldn't be called strenuous.

It's just...

"I estimate this batch of marinade packets at the Song family's place can make several thousand bags. But we only packed 600-plus today, and tomorrow we'll probably do one or two thousand."

Although Song Tan called today to say she would order a few hundred more jin of ingredients, who knows when those will arrive?

Working for two days and resting for two days, not earning money—it feels empty inside, and it's not a good feeling!

"Don't panic," Zhou Maozhu comforted her: "Think on the bright side; in previous years, we didn't even have this work."

"Besides, when I was drinking last time, Sancheng said these marinade packets could make tens of thousands, so it will definitely last for a while."

In normal times, Li Lanhua would naturally only be happy.

But talking about introducing a partner to Tianyu this afternoon—didn't the pressure of money come all at once?

She was frowning and chatting when she saw Zhou Tianyu push open the bedroom door and come out, while simultaneously slapping himself—a bright red mosquito lost its life in his palm...

He complained bitterly: "There are too many mosquitoes!"

Only then did Li Lanhua remember: Oh, she hadn't told her son yet!

So she hurriedly showed concern: "Be gentle, don't hurt your face; I'll light some mosquito coils for you later... Oh right, Tianyu, prepare yourself these next two days. Mom asked Aunt Chen to introduce a partner to you; you two should meet."

As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered that young people nowadays don't date like they did in the past, where you could get married after one meeting.

Therefore, she hurriedly added: "It's just meeting to get to know each other. How you want to date later is up to you; we won't interfere. It mainly depends on fate."

Zhou Tianyu:...???

He was already stunned.

He had finally gone on vacation, spent the whole afternoon playing games at home, feeling both happy and anxious about having to go back to work—how did this suddenly turn into a blind date?

"I'm not going." He refused flatly: "Mom, don't even think about it. If I'm going to find a girlfriend, I'll find one in Beicheng. If I find one in my hometown, can she go with me?"

He didn't aspire to find a girl with a local household registration; just a working-class couple, both working hard to buy a house, would be fine.

Besides...

"I don't have the conditions to date right now."

"What do you mean no conditions?"

Li Lanhua's idea was very direct—her son insisted on staying in Beicheng, and they, as parents, couldn't persuade him, but what if he dated a girl who said she wanted to stay in their hometown? Could even the hardest steel be softened?

Maybe her son would change his mind.

Although this method was selfish, what if it worked?

Li Lanhua couldn't care about that much.