Chapter 930

In Yu Yan's few experiences of buying vegetables at the market, the ones handed to her were definitely radishes without leaves. Moreover, the radish leaves were so long, green, and old; what did she want them for?

Therefore, she said decisively: "I only want the radishes."

Qiao Qiao nodded: "Alright then... Actually, if you take these leaves back, blanch them, and then use them to steam buns, they are very delicious."

Yu Yan:... But although it is green, it is really already very old! She doesn't cook much, but she's not ignorant! These old leaves and old stems are very heavy; at 20 yuan a jin, it's really not cost-effective.

Only the cameraman hesitated: "How about... keep the leaves?"

Brother Li looked at everyone buying vegetables to their heart's content, feeling very envious. He just asked curiously: "If you buy them like this, will your wife scold you for not distinguishing the leaves and not knowing how to live?"

That is very likely!

The fence-sitting cameraman immediately said decisively: "Don't want them!"

"Okay!" Qiao Qiao was happy: "Grandpa Qi said we are making buns tonight. I still don't know how to pleat them. With so many radish leaves, I can definitely practice a lot!"

Seeing him so happy, everyone regretted it a little at first. Could it be that they really missed something?

Yu Yan returned to the courtyard first.

These big red radishes were bundled in groups of several, packed in red mesh bags. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder would be overjoyed to see them!

"Besides, people trust us, and the price is high. Old radish leaves are 20 yuan a jin, why not tidy them up for them?"

Mother and daughter, what Long Zi thinks, can Long Zi not know?

Qiao Qiao and Aunt Lianhua took advantage of the situation, wearing old cotton-padded jackets and carrying stools, and sat next to the cart. While waiting for Wu Lan and Yu Yan to drag the baskets and bags off the cart, they reached out to pull out the radishes, and with a crisp "snap," they twisted off the radish leaves.

The cart is full, are we going to walk back? Pulling radishes is also a strenuous job!

Qiao Qiao also took out the vegetable bundling tape awkwardly: "Let's pick and tie the leaves well."

And what made Song Tan even more satisfied was that the baby bok choy was peeled of old leaves before being weighed. Just like the radishes here, even the soil on the radish roots was scraped off, tidied up neatly.

Yu Yan shook her head: "Reporter sister said the leaves are old, not for eating, too heavy."

And just at that moment, Qiao Qiao's phone rang. Wu Lan helped answer it, and heard the person on the phone say:

And according to Boss Chang's feedback, there are quite a few older customers who prefer these old radish leaves, saying that the buns made have the taste of the past...

She looked as if there was no connection: "I said at the time that it was inconvenient to ferment manure there. Now that it's winter, isn't there no smell? It just happened to catch up, so let people go and shoot. Anyway, there's nothing that can't be seen."

Look at the remarks—Chen Yunyun.

However... cough, to be honest, I'm also curious.

"Auntie, I see you posted that the grassland can be shot, right?"

This cabbage is really too robust; a large plastic bag can only hold one.

Wu Lan raised her eyebrows: "Mom, are you so close to Chen Yunyun?"

Qiao Qiao's face didn't change: "I met her while dancing in the square a while ago. She said she wanted to shoot the appearance of the grassland for netizens."

"That's fine." Qiao Qiao was also prepared. At this moment, he neatly cut off the roots of each large baby bok choy, peeled them layer by layer, and finally revealed the clean, tightly packed baby bok choy with the quality of a supermarket, and then put them into the bag next to him.

"Yes," Song Sancheng said casually: "Radishes are 40 yuan a jin. The vegetable leaves are old, so of course the price has to be lowered. Just cut it in half."

Seeing them return, Qiao Qiao rummaged through the house for a few accumulated plastic bags: "You're back? Just wanted to ask you, these are different varieties, should they all be packed separately for you in plastic bags?"

She and the cameraman looked at each other, both feeling that they had suffered a big loss. Even if Song Sancheng was muttering there that the price they bought was only this once, etc., it couldn't stop the fire of regret in their chests.

Qiao Qiao answered the phone: "Yes, you can shoot! How are you planning to shoot? Come over and tell Auntie about it."

"Come, Yu Yan, pick out the old and yellow leaves of the radish leaves. In a while, Grandpa Qi will adjust the filling."

"You guys did this very neatly." Long Zi couldn't help but praise.

Now it was everyone else's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Separate, separate!" Song Tan said quickly.

Qiao Qiao was puzzled: "Why don't you want them? These are a bit old, but if you blanch them in boiling water, whether you stir-fry them with chili or wrap them in buns, they are delicious!"

"Fine, fine, fine, just treat it as teaching material. It doesn't hurt if the leaves aren't packed well."

"Fine, fine, fine!" How could the person on the other side not agree?

Excuse!

Wu Lan looked at the other party expectantly, only having time to give her mother a reminder: "Don't ask too much about what shouldn't be asked, otherwise what if people deliberately retaliate against us?"

Qiao Qiao rolled her eyes at her: "Can I not know? I plan to ask Chen Yunyun, and by the way, let Reporter Yu see the girl I mentioned before who was caught from Shannan's side, nineteen years old with two younger siblings, does she look like Chen Yunyun?"

In no time, Chen Yunyun walked over from afar with her jingling jewelry, like a walking money tree.

"That's it!" Song Sancheng, who hadn't said much, became proud: "That's for the big boss. People come from far away across provinces to pull vegetables every day, and family members also have to go to tidy up vegetables at night. It's inevitable that it's a bit messy."

Yu Yan shook her head: "Mom, we don't want radish leaves."

But clearly there is nothing to regret! If you can't eat radish leaves, aren't radishes quite good? Of course, you have to buy the freshest seasonal ones for the same 20 yuan to be cost-effective!

"Oh..." Qiao Qiao could understand that, and was even happier: "If they are all wrapped in buns, we can eat well for a while."

And when Song Tan and his party came down the mountain, not only were two hundred jin of radishes roughly tidied up and bagged, but even the pile of radish leaves had been picked clean and were now being washed in a basin with a splash.

What?!

Several people were stunned for a moment: "20 yuan a jin, is it just for buying these old radish leaves?"

Other people's old radish leaves might have a worse taste, so they wouldn't go to eat them. But our family's is really reluctant to throw them away.

Song Tan:...

Several people were chatting and working on the mountain. Radishes and cabbages were heavy. In no time, the bags and baskets were already full, and some were scattered in the tricycle.

But hearing his reason, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Several people were nimble and divided the work. Sitting in the courtyard in the middle of winter, although their exposed fingers were a bit cold, the atmosphere was hot!

This work had no technical content, just a matter of convenience. Everyone gathered together, and in a few moments, they accumulated a high pile of radishes, and an even larger pile of green radish leaves.

What?