Pampered Pastoral: Orion’s Delicious Little Lady

Song Lihua found a notebook-like book in the study room. It was blank, which was convenient for her to write.

After sharpening the ink, she thought carefully about the pen she wrote——

The trolley costs one tael, plus fifty cents for expediting.

The stove for burning charcoal and the iron plate for frying the meatloaf cost [-] cents plus [-] cents for expediting.

After writing this, the more Song Lihua thought about it, the more she felt that there was something wrong with the shops in Qinghe Town. The bargaining templates were the same, and the expedited fees were also charged the same.

Two pounds of pork costs sixty cents, and tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, and onions add up to forty cents.

I currently have flour at home, and the market price for a pound of flour is 25 cents.

The current initial investment is two taels of silver.

Although it costs a lot of money upfront, it is very necessary. Take the pushcart for example. Whether you are doing hamburgers or other businesses in the future, the pushcart will be used.

Song Lihua paused as she started writing, thinking in her mind: Half a pound of pork can make six meatloaf. Excluding the labor cost and seasoning cost, the equivalent of one meatloaf is 2.5 cents.

After thinking for a while, Song Lihua priced the burger at eight cents a piece.

The price of a white bun is five cents, and the bun has a thick skin and little meat filling. With such a large piece of meat in the burger visible, eight cents is not too much to sell, right?

It was a very restless sleep. Song Lihua was afraid that she had overslept, so she woke up several times.

In the past, there was an alarm clock that could set the time, but now I really rely on my own biological clock.

The night outside was still as thick as ink that couldn't be melted. Song Lihua couldn't sleep, so she simply sat up on the bed board and planned to start work.

What I never expected was that besides Song Lihua, there was also Zhou who had gotten up at this moment.

When Song Lihua walked to the backyard, she saw Mr. Zhou adding firewood to the oven.

The fire in the oven has been lit. It seems that Zhou has been busy for a while.

Song Lihua called out softly: "Mom, why did you get up so early?"

Mrs. Zhou was stunned for a moment, and Tian Chai's movements stagnated. After turning her head, her voice was still gentle: "I'll help you share some of the burden, and you will feel more relaxed."

Song Lihua: "..."

Song Lihua knew that Mrs. Zhou had always felt sorry for her, allowing her to endure so much at such a young age. Especially the rumors in the village about her being a widow... it was indeed very ugly.

At this time, a woman's reputation was particularly important. Zhou always felt that it was the Lu family that had harmed Song Lihua.

Song Lihua herself didn't think so much, she just wanted to make money.

The sky gradually turned white, and the charcoal fire in the oven was burning brightly.

Song Lihua took out the fermented dough and deflated it, then divided it into twelve small round doughs to shape it.

Use tongs to remove the charcoal fire from the oven, and then put the dough in to bake.

By the time everything was ready, it was already dawn.

The air in the countryside is filled with the fresh smell of vegetation. Instead of the hustle and bustle of the city, there is a sense of tranquility and peace.

Song Lihua pushed the cart toward the town. There were gradually dense vegetation on both sides of the road. The dirt road was not that smooth. There were things loaded on the cart, so she had to be extra careful when pushing it.

Soon after, she once again met Lu Shuisheng and others who were driving an ox cart to the town.

Lu Shuisheng personally wanted to help his sister-in-law. After all, Lu Jingzhe had asked him to take care of her before she left.