Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 876 - 858. Auspicious Appearance

Chapter 876: 858. Auspicious Appearance

Going live was not an option at the moment; these red sweet potatoes were simply air-dried in the sun, a sight most people hadn’t seen before. Zhang Yanping mulled it over and decided that it would be better to wait until they were completely dried before doing so.

Moreover, he hadn’t tasted them, so how could he set a price?

He leaned in to ask, "How many pounds will there be after the sweet potatoes are dried?"

Song Youde thought for a moment, "We pulled up around four to five thousand pounds, and after drying, quite a bit is left, roughly 1500 pounds."

Zhang Yanping had no concept of that.

This was something people ate when they were poor to fill their stomachs, not only because it took up space in the belly but also because it becomes twisted and uneven after drying, taking up quite a bit of room.

The only thing is, after drying, they don’t weigh much, and you can pack a pretty big bag per pound.

All he could do was imagine the kind of steamed and sun-dried, orange-red sweet potato that was soft, moist, and heavy, muttering to himself now,

"That’s not much at all..."

At one pound per person, 1500 pounds would sell out just like that.

Thinking this way, processing these sweet potatoes truly seemed laborious! It appears that making money couldn’t rely entirely on them, and next year, he would have to advise Tantan to plant a little less.

Quality steel must be used where it matters, and good land should be utilized to grow more economically valuable things!

Watching Qiaoqiao shutting down her live broadcast, he was just about to go down the mountain when Master Jiang called him,

"Yanping, if Song Tan is done with her work, have her come up here."

Zhang Yanping smiled, "She has to tidy up the cellar again this morning, and in a couple of days, she’ll have to move the sweet potatoes. I guess she doesn’t have the time, we can talk about it at mealtime. Is it urgent?"

"It’s not necessarily urgent," Master Jiang pondered, "When you go down the mountain, ask her if we should hire another person for the cafeteria on the mountain."

Zhang Yanping was startled, "Hire now? Can’t it wait until next year?"

Right now, including all the workers, there indeed were quite a few people during meal times. Plus, there were some fishermen who had monthly arrangements, and because of their fishing, they weren’t particularly keen to eat on time, yet their appetites hadn’t decreased at all!

With Master Jiang’s cooking skills, anywhere in Yun City, he could be a signature chef in any hotel, which shows his exceptional skill—they certainly wouldn’t miss out on that.

In the past, they brought biscuits, bread, steamed buns, filled buns, insulated lunch boxes, self-heating hot pots, etc., for fishing, but now, they only needed to bring their appetites.

Where would the mouths be? They all depended on Master Jiang’s cooking.

Just like today at noon, over a dozen people came just to process the sweet potatoes, so it was normal for Master Jiang, as a chef, to feel the burden.

But the issue is, sweet potatoes aren’t available every day! Now that there’s not much being produced in the fields, and when it gets too cold and the ground freezes over, making it harder to work on the mountain, and the construction team heads back, there will be even fewer people eating.

Hiring for the kitchen is essential. But for Lao Song’s family’s plan, it was clearly meant for after the New Year.

Master Jiang became somewhat tentative, "That one, with a bunch of big guys on the mountain, there’s only Xiaozhai and I in the kitchen, and sometimes Qiaoqiao comes to help, but that doesn’t really count for much!"

Not to mention, back when Master Qian was here, with Wang Xiaoshun and Qiaoqiao always by his side, Zhai Xiaofeng, a pretty woman who liked to dress up, didn’t stand out much.

But now, weren’t there just the two of them left in the kitchen?

Master Jiang hadn’t thought much of it before, as he had trained a few female apprentices as well, but a few days ago during a live broadcast, which wasn’t watched by many people, he sent it to his wife who immediately asked who the woman beside him was...

Master Jiang felt somewhat embarrassed: "You see... Yanping, Xiaozhai is good at her work, she washes vegetables cleanly, cleans thoroughly, and always keeps the dishes neat and organized; I can’t fault her work abilities."

"Just wondering if we could hire someone sooner, otherwise, when my wife comes after the house is built, it just wouldn’t look appropriate."

That was also the reason why Zhai Xiaofeng initially didn’t get the job over Zhai Xiao’e, and Wu Lan’s worries at that time have indeed materialized now.

But—what kind of problem is that!

Zhang Yanping thought to himself that without Song Tan’s intervention, he could solve it!

Like at this moment, he stretched out his hand, pointing towards the direction of another mountain peak:

"See that? The main structures are almost finished!"

And it’s not just empty talk.

There wasn’t much scope for building due to the land planning on that mountain peak to begin with; it was just that laying the foundations took a bit of time. Once the construction of the floors started, aided by the hot weather, even with not so many molds, those three buildings could get one story up every ten days, steadily and securely.

The main structures of the buildings are almost framed now.

According to Old Xu, this is still because of the repeated instructions not to rush the work. The homeowners aren’t afraid of the extra time and money spent, so of course, they prefer to work meticulously and steadily.

If it were some other construction site, they might manage one floor every five days.

Old Xu still has to report on the progress every day, and Zhang Yanping is clear about that. He advises now: "Master Jiang, don’t worry, with so many people working here every day, we’re too busy to get it all done, no one will get the wrong idea."

"In another ten days that side can be topped off, brick and concrete structures are just fast."

"Then start working on the inner walls from the first floor, laying pipes and wiring... Old Xu has arranged it all, once the topping off is done, the first floor can start construction simultaneously, we’ll make sure these houses are ready before the holidays."

"By that time, Master Jiang, if you want to take a holiday for the New Year, take one. If you don’t want to go back, just bring your family over, decorate the house, and have a warm and bustling New Year’s celebration eating meat here... Now it’s almost the end of October, the New Year is in early February, just three months away if you count it all..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but the intended meaning was sufficiently conveyed.

Master Jiang thought about it—that aside, he certainly wouldn’t be willing to leave for the holidays. Just think, which chef could resist the superb meat from their own pigpen!

As for his wife and child... well, his foodie daughter is attending university in another city, she might eat even more fiercely than him when she comes back for the holidays, she wouldn’t be willing to leave either!

At most, he’d go home before the seventh day of the holidays to visit relatives and the elderly...

Thinking like this, indeed, ha!

He’s perfectly legitimate and has nothing to worry about, so why stress over such trivial matters?

Imagine that, he’s a chef!

Talking about Zhai Xiaofeng, it’s said her daughter is about the same age as his and now she’s determined to make money. In order to earn a higher wage, she doesn’t even want Song Tan to hire more people, she can do it herself!

With such a strong character, if she found out later that because of some baseless worries he urged to hire more workers, cutting into her overtime pay...

Doesn’t bear thinking about!

Master Jiang found it amusing, unable to understand why he was troubled by such nonsense. But then, looking at the dark and sturdy Zhang Yanping, he subconsciously touched his increasingly plump face.

How should it be described? It’s no wonder his wife had concerns—looking at the ruddy and plump radiance of his face from constant recuperation, he appears to be more popular than the likes of Zhang Yanping, right?

Master Jiang thought it’s a sin, he’s so old, why is he still competing with young people in looks?

Even if the young man himself knows nothing about it.

Thus, feeling guilty, he changed the subject: "By the way, ask if Song Tan’s home uses tea oil for cooking?"