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Liu Caixia did some calculations and decided that if she wanted to make some money, she would need to pay 20 cents for a pound of pork head, 18 cents for a pound of pork intestine, and 32 cents for a pound of pork leg.

You can buy a pig heart for ten cents and make money by selling it for twenty cents.

We'll see how it goes tomorrow. Cut it into slices, mix and package them, and sell them at whatever price you want.

She needs to think about this carefully, as for pickled radishes and spicy cabbage.

This cost is low, and if it is sold at a higher price, it will definitely not sell. She calculated the cost of buying radishes and cabbages, plus the cost of seasonings, and finally priced it at six coins per catty.

After all, there is not much change in the weight of the radish and cabbage after they are cooked, so you can still make money by selling them at this price.

Liu Caixia told Liu Xiaolu the calculated prices and asked her to write them on two large pieces of paper and stick them on both sides of the shop to clearly mark the prices.

"Don't worry, we'll give it a try tomorrow. Just take less kimchi. I've thought it through. If we can't sell them, we'll keep them for ourselves. I also have an idea. If we can't sell them, we'll make kimchi dumplings. I think they should sell well, and the more I think about it, the better this idea seems."

"Mom, we can try making some steamed buns, or steaming some mantou, and then let them eat the mantou with kimchi, then they will know the benefits of kimchi. A little bit of kimchi can make a mantou, which is much better than eating the mantou without kimchi."

Liu Xiaolu usually likes to cook noodles with kimchi or eat them with steamed buns and toast. She thinks salty food tastes better than sweet food.

"Kimchi and steamed buns, not bad. Let's buy some steamed buns tomorrow and eat them in the store. When customers see us eating like that, they will definitely want to try it. People are curious and always like to try new things when they see them."

"I can make steamed buns. When I was in my hometown, I started my business by making steamed buns."

"Okay, that's settled. Let's try it tomorrow and prepare steamed buns when we come back tomorrow afternoon. Let's try it for a few days. If kimchi sells well, we'll just make kimchi. If kimchi doesn't sell well, we'll make kimchi buns and sell them."

"Yes, yes, we will always find a suitable business to do, as long as we are diligent. If it doesn't work, we can still make money by selling it at a lower price."

"Okay, I'll arrange things for tomorrow. Xiaolu, you and Yao'er will be in charge of collecting the money tomorrow. If there are too many people, you have to keep an eye on them to prevent anyone from doing anything tricky. And keep an eye on my sister too.

Aunt Li, you are responsible for packaging the kimchi. Yes, you also need to cut the oil paper package. Cut a piece of oil paper into four pieces. The kimchi is wrapped in oil paper and sold in cents. If the customers do not buy more than one pound, we will pack one and sell it for three cents. Let them buy it back and try it first. I am responsible for cutting and packaging the braised food.

Even if there aren’t many people on the first day, it’s still hard to avoid being a little flustered. Once you get familiar with the place, it should be much easier.”

"Okay, I got it. Let's cut the wax paper first. When we get to the store tomorrow morning, you can decide how much to pack in one portion. I'll give you a rough idea of ​​the amount. I'll try to make sure each portion is about the same weight."

"Then you can only rely on your feeling. You can't use a scale to weigh each portion. That would be too troublesome."

Liu Xiaolu and Li Yao had almost finished writing the promotional leaflets, so Liu Caixia took out the oil paper she had bought earlier and started cutting them.

By the time all preparations were done, it was already late.

It doesn’t seem like there’s a lot to do, but actually, time goes by pretty quickly as you touch things here and there.

After a simple wash, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

The next morning, everyone got up early. Even Li Wan'er was not woken up by anyone. After seeing her brother and grandmother get up, she obediently followed them.

The same goes for Liu Xiaolu.

The sky outside was still gray at this time, but the whole family was full of excitement.

Li Yao had already lit the fire in the stove to cook breakfast, and he also needed to boil the braised meat before serving it in a bowl.

Liu Caixia went to see the pickled radish she made yesterday and opened the sealed box carefully. A rich aroma of pickled radish immediately filled the air.

Liu Xiaolu on the side couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling the unique sweet and sour taste, which seemed to have brought her taste buds to the mountains of her grandfather's hometown.

The pickled radishes in Wagang are an attractive bright red color. They are neatly arranged in transparent glass jars, which looks very tempting.

Liu Caixia picked up a pickled radish with the washed and dried chopsticks. It had been soaked very thoroughly and its surface was slippery, as if telling me its story.

I put it in my mouth and took a bite, and the sour and sweet taste immediately spread in my mouth.

It has a crisp texture and a slightly spicy taste, which is so authentic and delicious.

Liu Caixia carefully observed these pickled radishes, all of which were carefully selected and processed.

Each piece of pickled radish is plump, smooth and very presentable.

Liu Caixia couldn't help but think of a saying: "The taste of food comes first."

Yes, the taste of food is so important. It can connect our hearts and memories, let us feel the taste of hometown and the beauty of life. And these pickled radishes are the perfect representative of this taste.

It was as if she had returned to her childhood, washing and pickling radishes with her parents.

It has indeed been a long, long time since then!

Liu Xiaolu watched her mother fall silent after taking a bite of pickled radish. She didn't know what she was thinking, so she urged her, "Mom, let me have a bite too. I haven't had pickled radish for a long time."

Since the food stored in the space was eaten up, there were only some bagged pickles left, but they were not as crispy and delicious as the pickled radishes I made myself.

Liu Caixia glanced at the greedy little cat beside her, picked up a piece of radish with chopsticks and handed it to her: "Eat it!"

Liu Xiaolu bit the radish with her teeth, trying her best not to get the chopsticks on her mouth, and sucked it into her mouth, chewing it: "Puff, puff..."

The sound of chewing radish is still so clear.

"Mom, it's delicious! It's almost the same as what we made before, but not as spicy. But it's delicious just like this."

"I think it's pretty good too. It should be delicious when used with rice porridge, steamed buns, or rice noodles with pickled radish. If it doesn't sell well as a single dish, use it to make steamed buns or rice noodles. It would be even better if it could be made into noodles. Mutton noodles and beef noodles taste best when this pickled radish is added to them."

"Yeah, I think it's delicious too. Don't worry, mom, it will sell. We can sell it individually or open a rice noodle shop in the future! Grandpa can make rice noodles, as well as hot and sour noodles."

Yeah, his dad can do all these.

Liu Caixia thought she was really worrying too much.

With so many skills in their family, they can definitely make the business a success.