Chapter 397 397. Give me hope first
Everyone still has great trust in their old classmate Song Tan, and they didn’t notice that she was busy sharpening her sword at all.
At this moment, I was cleaning up the mess in the yard. I was drooling and unable to move due to the aroma coming from the kitchen, and at the same time I was urged by the big sun and Ulan’s enthusiasm. He entered the living room in three steps and two steps.
Good guy!
The cool breeze blew quietly, and everyone felt that their hot hearts were soothed, and their tense bodies instantly relaxed.
The children were obviously happier. At this time, they ran to the baskets and baskets that Wulan had temporarily placed in the corner. They crawled around and crawled around, feeling very uncomfortable.
The basket and the ground were covered with milky white cloth, causing several mothers to gather around curiously.
“Oh, this thing is really interesting—come on, son, do you know what this is?”
“This cloth looks quite strong, and I’m not afraid at all for children to play with it. Being scratched by the basket..."
Of course, this is the mode of raising children extensively, and people who raise them carefully will not bring them to the countryside on a hot day.
"That's right, Song Tan, where did you buy this cloth? I'll buy two beds later. The mat in my son's playpen is made of sponge, and he keeps picking at it."
Song Tan went over to take a look - white Yes, coarse cloth.
Could it also be old coarse sheets?
Unexpectedly, Wu Lan burst into laughter when he walked in: "You all can't recognize it, this thing must be more than 20 years old - this is a linen bag issued by the postal company in the past, Tan Tan My aunt’s relatives were working as postmen at that time, and everything was delivered to us.” It’s dry, strong and clean. It looks rough, but it’s actually very breathable. I used to sleep on it for decades.”
Ah yo!
If you are willing to let your children crawl around in the basket, there is no one who thinks that sacks are bad!
Now everyone became interested: "I want to buy it too...really, it looks refreshing and comfortable..."
...
Here , Wu Qianqian finished her makeup in front of the mirror, looking around while holding the powder box, and patted powder on her face.
The more he looked at Song Tan, the angrier he became.
The girls beside him hesitated, wanting to divert Song Tan's attention, so they asked:
"Wu Qianqian, how does this powder of yours work?"
Wu Qianqian instantly became proud, she closed the lid reservedly and casually, and displayed the big logo in front of everyone:
“It’s okay, average, not expensive, it’s only 560 yuan. ”
560? So rich.
Song Tan stood at a distance and listened, looking at Wu Qianqian with tender eyes that made her wet.
However, several female classmates were stunned, and then looked regretful:
"Ah! You bought it at the regular price..."
"I have one too, But it’s not this series. If you do activities during the Chinese New Year, you can get 20% off!”
"I'm telling you, you have to wait for Double Eleven to buy, buy one get one free. If you don't want that much, you can share the order with others, it only costs more than 200 per person!"
Speaking of how to get discounts, Then everyone has so much to talk about!
Wu Qianqian, who was ignored again:...
Damn it! Why does no one envy her for having money and being willing to spend it!
Seeing this, Song Tan couldn't help but smile.
How should I put it? Times are changing. In the past, people were ashamed to say they were poor and felt embarrassed if they did. Whatever you buy, the main point to show off is that it’s expensive!
But now.
Everyone opens and shuts his mouth just to drink the wind and eat the soil. The combination of northwest wind and concrete shows the poverty incisively and vividly. When it comes to buying something, the original price is not important, what is important is how much cheaper it is... In comparison, Wu Qianqian seems to have been frozen in time for more than ten years!
emmm...Song Tan thought to herself: Dear Qianqian, she is still so good.
...
Everyone knows Qianqian’s dishes, but everyone hasn’t had a chance to taste the sweetness of the white fungus soup.
Seeing everyone entering the house, they were amazed and envious of the new house while involuntarily picking up a bowl of white fungus soup under Ulan's enthusiasm.
“Come, try it, our Tremella Soup is famous far and wide! Customers from the Imperial Capital are urging us to order it every day. Do you know about Ningcheng Third Hospital? People from several departments buy it from us! And Sick number..."
Real or false?
It was rare for the warm and honest Wu Lan to brag like this, and everyone was a little skeptical. The ice-cold Tremella had no aroma, so that after everyone took a taste of it, the entire spacious living room fell silent for a moment!
Just...how can it be so delicious!
The squad leader stared blankly at his spoon - he often boasts that men don't like sweets, so he refuses all desserts, but now...
The desserts are so good. Why did he refuse to eat? !
And this tremella soup is very considerate. The tremella is torn into pieces. As the thick soup passes through your mouth, you can feel the refreshing and nourishing sweetness!
Wow wow wow it tastes really good!
Everyone took away the spoons and endured it again and again, but still slurped into the bowl -
Silky, thick, sweet and refreshing!
After one bite, it’s like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, not savoring it at all!
A few cheeky male classmates stared at Ulan: "Auntie..."
Wu Lan seemed to know nothing, and just smiled to himself at the moment: "Oh, young people have good appetites. I made such a big pot this morning, and I said I would definitely not be able to finish it! I didn't expect it. It’s all eaten now—do you still want to eat it? Can I cook another pot?”
You think, how thick-skinned do you have to be to deal with this?
The most important thing is that if you boil it now, you can eat it in the Year of the Monkey!
Everyone lowered their heads and reluctantly used a spoon to scrape the remaining soup inside.
Only Wu Qianqian.
She said she was angry, but she must not suffer! So if Song Tan is angry, he has to eat it from Song Tan's house!
Eat a lot, but don’t pay for anything!
Ha, let’s see what you do!
Well...you can't not buy it at all. Watermelon is still good, so just buy one...two, three or four first!
Five at most, six can’t be too big... too many is really not feasible!
Who made Song Tan so arrogant?
Hmph! She was teasing herself, and she also wanted to play with Song Tan's emotions!
For example, give her hope first -
"Song Tan, this Tremella fuciformis soup is so delicious! Is this your Tremella fuciformis? How do you sell it? Give me two kilograms!"
Then, smash the hope again——
"Ah, no, I can't buy that much. I've spent too much this month..."
You have to leave a loophole and pretend to be hopeful so that she can keep trying to sell herself!
Wu Qianqian sat back on the sofa proudly.
However, the next moment, Song Tan sighed: "Qianqian, you are so kind. But there are too many people booking at the moment. If you ask for a pound, I'm afraid that other students won't be able to share enough... If you really want to buy it, I can give you half a pound of it.”
Wu Qianqian:? ? ?
There is no extra update tonight, which is not convenient in my hometown. Just look at this efficiency...
Good night, my Tuscan Star.
(End of this chapter)