Chapter 26: Chapter 026: The Uncle who Drives the Car
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âItâs not really a big deal, I just feel like a good thing got messed up by others.â Zhuang Qingsui dropped her head, twisting her sleeves in her hands.
âHah, 1 was wondering what was the matter, turns out itâs this!â Zhuang Qingning started laughing: âAs for selling tofu to the restaurant, itâs still a try. If it works out, great! If not, we have no problem selling our tofu on normal days, right?â
âThereâs no such thing as a sure success or failure. Everything has a process, and we have to go through it, try and try again. People always say, if the East doesnât shine, the West might. There will always be difficulties, but there will also be good times.â
âWe have just started selling tofu. Did you already want everything to be smooth sailing? We have a long way ahead of us, so take things step by step.â
While speaking, Zhuang Qingning patted Zhuang Qingsuiâs head again: âYour little brain isnât big, but itâs full of thoughts.â
âIn the future, you wonât have to worry about these matters. As long as I am here, just follow me and enjoy your life.â
Hearing Zhuang Qingningâs words, Zhuang Qingsui understood the meaning and only nodded her head, embarrassedly smiling: âI get it.â
âOK, letâs get back to selling our tofu.â
We had spent too much time discussing the incident with the Fushun Tower waiter, and we didnât actively attract customers. If we donât call out for tasting, no one will come this way.
Seeing this, Zhuang Qingsui hurriedly began to call out.
âTofu, one coin per pound, try it before you buyâŚâ
On the street, the sistersâ clear and somewhat immature voices echoed once again.
Theyâd had a spat midway today, which had delayed them. It was slightly after their usual time when they finished selling the tofu. Still, all the tofu was sold out.
âItâs probably too late to go back and make lunch now. Letâs go to the market and see what we can get to eat,â said Zhuang Qingning as she began to pack up her bamboo basket and cloche.
âOKâŚâ Zhuang Qingsui nodded. âOtherwise, letâs get buns.â
The first day they came to town to sell tofu, Zhuang Qingning took her to eat meat buns. The buns had thin skin and lots of filling, and the juice was very flavorful. Now that her stomach was empty, she craved them.
âOK, letâs have meat buns then.â Zhuang Qingningâs eyes crinkled with laughter.
âExcuse me, make wayâŚâ
A bullock cart was rushing down the street. The driver snapped his whip to urge the ox faster and called out warnings to people to avoid them, attracting a slew of looks from passers-by and people at the roadside stalls, who all grumbled in between glances.
âWhatâs so urgent that theyâre driving like this?â
âWho knows? Look at this dust; itâs so high, covering my vegetables. If you drive the cart this fast with so many people coming and going, what if you hit someone?â
âI know, rightâŚâ
People around were chattering. Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui, who were packing up their basket and cloche, also sped up their movements fearing their things could get dirty.
But before they had finished packing up, the bullock cart came racing by. The driver pulled the rope in his hand, and with a âwhoosh,â the cart stopped right in front of them.
âTofu, do you have any left?â The man who disembarked from the cart was panting, his words coming out in bursts.
âIâm sorry, weâve sold out of tofu for the day. If you want to buy some, please come early tomorrowâŚâ Zhuang Qingning trailed off, then suddenly realized: âAre youâŚ?â
âThe uncle who drove us to the town in the bullock cart a few days ago?â
Seeing that Zhuang Qingning remembered him, Bai San grinned: âYou have a good memory. Itâs me.â
After gratefully wiping the sweat from his forehead due to the hurried ride, he said, âYou gave me a piece of tofu as a fare the other day. I used it to make soup for lunch, and everyone said it was delicious.
âI didnât pay attention at first, but the next day the cook bought another piece of tofu for making soup, and everyone said it wasnât as good as yours. They insisted on having your tofu again.â
âSo Iâve been bothered for the last two days. Yesterday, I couldnât take it any longer, so I went out to look for you. 1 came too late, and people said youâd already packed up. So I decided to come early today.â
âThis morning 1 was busy and forgot about it. When it was time to start cooking lunch, they reminded me, and I immediately rushed over, but it was too lateâŚâ
Bai San scratched his head in annoyance, then added, âWhat time will you be here tomorrow? Iâll come early.â
âWeâll be here just after breakfast. How much do you want, Iâll set it aside for you,â Zhuang Qingning replied with a smile.
âAbout seven or eight pounds,â said Bai San. âThere are a lot of people for lunch, and we need three or four pounds. The rest can be fried or sliced into silk for a cold salad. Itâs getting hot now, and everyone likes to eat some cold dishes. Itâs refreshing and goes well with rice.â
âThat makes sense. Iâll set it aside for you. Come early to pick it up. If you donât come by lunchtime, I wonât save it for you,â Zhuang Qingning joked, giggling.
âOK.â Bai San agreed straightforwardly.
Since they are willing to reserve it for you, appreciate their kindness, and certainly donât want to interfere with their business.
âIf I canât make it, Iâll send someone else. My last name is Bai, and I go by Bai San. When that person comes, they will mention my name. Please remember to sell it to them,â Bai San reminded them.
âOK, I remembered. Donât worry, Uncle Bai.â
As she spoke, Zhuang Qingningâs eyes flickered: âIn the future, if you have more people for meals and need more tofu, just let me know in advance. Iâll grind a bit more. This way, it wonât hold up either side.â
She wanted to gingerly ask what he was doing, and see if she could sell more tofu in the future. But she was afraid that asking too much would be interpreted as prying into his private affairs, so she phrased her words more tactfully.
If he brought it up willingly, thatâs good. If he didnât, she wouldnât ask. The face was saved.
âThatâs great,â Bai San laughed. âWhen we have more people and need to buy more, Iâll let you know in advance. So you can prepare more.â
âAlright.â Seeing that he didnât say anything more, Zhuang Qingning stopped thinking about it and just agreed with a pleasant smile.
He couldnât buy any tofu today. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Zhuang Qingning, Bai San put down half of the payment as a deposit, three coins, then drove his cart back.
Zhuang Qingning packed up her basket and cloche, then took Zhuang Qingsui off to eat buns..
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