Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 290 - Chapter 290 290. Maozhu Asks About Tea_1

Chapter 290: 290. Maozhu Asks About Tea_1 Chapter 290: 290. Maozhu Asks About Tea_1 Brother Xiaozhang was tearing tape with practiced ease, but seeing the young couple was still not ready, he grew a bit anxious:

“Have you made up your minds? Baba came all the way here; wouldn’t you feel like you’re missing out if you don’t buy anything?”

“Besides, once the goods are packed and ready, I need to leave in a hurry. If you’re not coming with me, you’ll have to drive out of these mountain roads on your own. Can you handle that?”

It was pouring rain, drumming loudly on the makeshift plastic canopy in the courtyard.

The sky was also dark and gloomy. Inside the tent, a few lamps were still on. The couple looked at each other and then glanced at the pot that was being kept warm, hesitatingly saying:

“Then… could we have another bowl of silver ear mushroom soup? We ate too quickly earlier…”

The girl blushed with embarrassment: “…I hardly tasted anything.”

Song Tan had genuinely finished up her work and now sat down completely, laughing as she heard this: “Sure. Serve yourself, as much as you want.”

Just afraid you don’t have the stomach for it.

“Brother Xiaozhang, you can stop packing for a while too, and go have a bowl yourself.”

“Okay!”

Brother Xiaozhang wasn’t one to dither!

As soon as he marked the last package he was dealing with, he immediately went to serve himself some soup like someone who knew his way well.

Why was he so eager to come to Song Tan’s house? Here was one of the reasons.

As he sipped the soup, he worried: “With the rain pouring down like this, will we still be able to go pick vegetables in the garden later?”

“No worries,” Song Tan glanced at the sky: “It’s summer now; the rain comes fast and goes fast. It’ll definitely stop by evening.”

Brother Xiaozhang: …

Impressive! How long have you been back doing farm work? And you can predict the weather with such certainty! Maybe you do have a natural talent for it.

At that moment, the blissful young couple, once again sipping their soup contentedly, looked at each other and made up their minds: “We’ll take a pound of the silver ear mushrooms, but can you pack them like your online orders, in separate portions?”

Now it was Brother Xiaozhang’s turn to be surprised–he hadn’t expected these two, whom he thought were indecisive, to be so quick and decisive with their money.

And the young man said with a wry smile: “Can we buy just half a pound of your tea leaves?”

Song Tan was about to shake her head, but seeing the couple looking at her with such eager eyes–

They had come from so far.

“Alright, but there’s an extra charge for the packaging.”

The two immediately brightened up, huddled together again, whispering to each other over the phone and then asking: “We saw in the reviews everyone talking about honey, and you mentioned honey too. How much is it? Do you have any?”

There was indeed some–Qiaoqiao had just brought back a few jars.

Song Tan nodded: “1,000 yuan per pound, but hadn’t you already bought honey?”

Had it not been for the beekeeper’s introduction, they wouldn’t have followed her back home.

The young man smiled sheepishly: “We did, and we tried it; it was really good. But your silver ear mushroom soup is so delicious, I thought…maybe you get what you pay for.”

Look at that realization! Song Tan loved such straightforward customers!

Wu Lan was helping to clean up the vegetables for the evening, and in that moment, she and Aunt Lianhua exchanged glances, unable to contain their delight:

“We’ll go pack it for you right away.”

Brother Xiaozhang, holding his bowl, watched as the transaction was successfully completed, and then thought about the money he earned fussing over packing parcels. Suddenly, the silver ear mushroom soup in his hands no longer seemed as sweet.

The disparities between people are indeed vast.

Just as Song Tan had said.

The heavy rain lasted only about an hour, and by the time Brother Xiaozhang had finished packing all the parcels, it had completely stopped.

Song Youde slipped on his rain boots in a leisurely fashion before asking, “Xiaozhang, what vegetables do you want?”

Brother Xiaozhang pondered for a moment, “One pound of each kind will do! Let’s go with three pounds of bok choy.”

His wife’s family was visiting, so he had to show off a little.

Besides, it had been a long time since their own family had eaten these.

Packing his own order meant he might score some soup or other perks, but his wife hadn’t had any at home. Seizing this opportunity to let her indulge without worrying about money was a win.

“Alright.”

Song Youde, carrying a basket, headed for the garden, and as Song Tan helped load the parcels onto the truck, he glanced at the neatly packed packages then at Brother Xiaozhang sweating profusely. After a moment’s thought, he whispered:

“Brother Xiaozhang, you did your part in bringing today’s customers over, so I’ll add a couple handfuls of broken white fungus to your order. Don’t mind the poor appearance.”

Business is business, but favors are a separate matter.

Poor appearance?

Brother Xiaozhang was so thrilled he nearly fainted!!

White fungus! 80 bucks for 10 grams, and who cares if it’s broken or whole. Didn’t you have to crush it for cooking at home anyway?

Plus, he could simply add more water and ingredients at home, making it last for several meals!

Why would he complain!

He was overjoyed.

At that moment, looking at the happy couple in front of him watching Wang Lifan and Wu Lan pack the goods, he thought they shimmered with a golden glow.

It seemed that he had to find a way to bring more customers here next time!

After all, the internet did create a barrier. One visit to the house, eating and drinking a little something, and the deal was sealed!

He was incredibly uplifted; even holding the packages seemed to give him a shot of adrenaline.

Once the group had left with their loaded vehicles, suddenly outside the courtyard, a shouting voice was heard:

“Sancheng, Sancheng!”

Song Sancheng came out and saw who it was: “Maozhu, what brings you here?”

Zhou Maozhu smiled sheepishly, “Well, it’s raining, isn’t it? Figured there’d be no tea picking this afternoon, so I thought I’d rest a bit.”

Song Sancheng laughed heartily, “Making you work hard, huh?”

“Not hard, not hard at all!”

Zhou Maozhu’s head bobbed like a nodding toy–processing tea every day meant steady income, and many in the village envied him!

“Your family’s tea is really good, I’d do it even without pay. Just look at how spirited I’ve been these days!”

Song Sancheng couldn’t dare agree with that. Their products were exceedingly good. If he agreed, people might ask how much their tea sold for per pound.

But before he could respond, Zhou Maozhu had already begun asking, “Sancheng, how exactly do you sell your family’s tea? I’ve been frying it without screening, just mixing it all together, and it still tastes so good…”

“Those two pounds of spring tea from before, I was planning to keep one pound for ourselves and give the other to my son. But then he went and used them as gifts, and now both boxes are gone.”

“He called and said he’d buy a dozen or more pounds as gifts if the price is right…”

Zhou Maozhu hesitated a bit, “You mentioned before that you’d give some to my family…”

“Given!”

Song Sancheng had turned quite a few shades over those five pounds of tea, but once he had made a promise, there was no going back!

Moreover, the tea they dried and the aroma they achieved were spot on; Zhou Maozhu’s skills were impeccable!

If he had to do it himself, he wouldn’t have had the skill!