What happened to the kimchi, did the kimchi eat your rice?
This kimchi is the idea of ??our aunt. It is delicious and can make money. Why can't we open a factory?
What's more, this is kimchi, not sauerkraut, there is a big difference between the two.
Didn't you read the words on the package, kimchi! ! !
The salesperson couldn't help but smiled awkwardly, but said weakly, "This is kimchi, not sauerkraut. It's different and delicious."
Zhao Gang curled his lips: "It's still sauerkraut with another name!"
Seeing that the salesperson was silent, Zhao Gang asked, "How much is this sauerkraut?"
The salesperson roared in his heart, saying it was kimchi, it was kimchi, it was written so clearly, Baiji kimchi, why insist on sauerkraut?
Sauerkraut is salty and sour, but this pickle is sweet and sour. The salt, sweetness, and spiciness are just right, and it is sweet and crisp. These two are completely different!
Although he wanted to shout at Zhao Gang, who couldn't read, the salesperson didn't dare, and replied honestly: "The cabbage is 20 cents a pack, and the white radish sticks and cucumbers are 15 cents a pack."
"Hey, it's not cheap." Zhao Gang said to himself: "But it's all done like this, and it's probably different from the one in the big vat. It's normal."
The salesperson smiled, but said nothing.
?This Zhao Gang is from the inner courtyard. When he is in a good mood, he is a very nice person. When he is in a bad mood, there is no need to talk about the yin and yang. Anyway, he is a second-generation ancestor.
The salesperson looked at the young Zhao Gang smoking the peony, and felt a burst of envy in his heart. Who would make a good baby and have such good parents.
Zhao Gang picked up the kimchi and looked at it again, then threw it back to the counter, humming, "Who will eat it?"
At this moment, Zhao Gang was in a bad mood. There were guests at home, and he was out of anger.
Just at this time, someone came over, and before he could stand still, he smiled at the salesperson and said, "Comrade, bring me two packs of radish kimchi."
"Hey, good." The salesperson quickly took it out of the shelf and collected the money in one go.
The man didn't leave either, and bought some salt with a salt ticket, chatting casually with the salesperson.
"It's strange that you say kimchi. It looks simple, but I tried to make it three times, but it didn't work. The one time I made it was sour or salty, the one time it ruined a tank of vegetables, and the other time it was even worse. Having said that, I wasted three or sixty cents"
The salesperson smiled: "It's easy to do, and the food factory won't have to work so hard to start production, right?"
"That's right. But this kimchi is really delicious. Now in my family, I open a pack as a side dish in the morning, and it doesn't take much effort. My children love it too."
"That's right, even if it tastes good, I often buy it myself." This is the truth. The salesperson did the math. She sold a pack for two cents, and for ten packs, she got two cents. A pack of kimchi for nothing.
What's more, Li Youcai, who delivered the goods, even gave her three packs of them personally when he delivered the goods, and the children in the family liked it too.
Zhao Gang was still leaning against the door and smoking a cigarette. Hearing this, he couldn't help but chuckle slightly: "Isn't it just sauerkraut? What's delicious?"
He has never eaten anything, pastries from Daohua Village, pickles from Liubiju as long as he can buy it, he has eaten it.
It's just a new sauerkraut, can this be called delicious?
These people probably haven't eaten anything good!
The salesperson can't say Zhao Gang, but people who come to buy things are not afraid of him. The lesbian swept Zhao Gang and curled her lips: "Are you illiterate? The word pickle is not sauerkraut."
What kind of sauerkraut? She can also pickle sauerkraut. If it¡¯s sauerkraut, she won¡¯t buy it yet.
Zhao Gang: "That's still sauerkraut!"
The lesbians didn't know whether they were in a hurry to go home to cook or they were too lazy to talk to Zhao Gang. They muttered that it was terrible to be uneducated, and left with the things they bought.
Zhao Gang was disgusted by his father and his mother at home, so he went out to relieve his depression, who knew that it would be even more depressed.
He muttered a few words, and left the supply and marketing cooperative angrily.
However, he had only taken two steps when two children rushed into the supply and marketing cooperative, yelling at the salesperson to buy kimchi as soon as they entered the door.
The two children, Zhao Gang, are also serious, and they belong to the downstairs of his house.
When the two children saw Zhao Gang, they greeted him politely, then happily grabbed the kimchi and ran away.
Zhao Gang saw that the two children bought six packs of kimchi, two packs of each of the three flavors, and spent one dollar.If you have some lucky money, you will have some savings in your small pocket, but it is only three to five cents. It is rare to have enough money to spend a dollar all at once.
Seeing the two seven or eight-year-old children who had run away, Zhao Gang, who was going to go to the park and eat out at night, thought for a while, why are they all here to run sauerkraut, he is not as good as a lesbian and a child?
So, Zhao Gang turned around and joined the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Give me a pack of sauerkraut of every flavor."
The salesperson took the kimchi in response, and tried to explain: "Comrade Zhao, this is sour, no, this is kimchi, not sauerkraut."
Zhao Gang didn't respond, and urged without distraction: "Whatever, whatever, you can call it whatever you like."
Soon, he paid the money, grabbed a pack of white radish sticks and tore them apart.
Washing hands or something, in this year, at this time, is not so particular. Zhao Gang tore open the packaging bag, and under the envious eyes of the salesperson, he picked up a radish stick and stuffed it into his mouth casually.
Originally, Zhao Gang didn't expect how delicious it was, he just tasted it.
But when the kimchi came into his mouth, he immediately liked the sweet and crunchy taste. After chewing a few more bites, after eating a radish stick, Zhao Gang twisted another one.
Oh my god, this sauerkraut, no, this kimchi is really good.
After all, Zhao Gang is a young man in his early twenties, and it only takes him three to five minutes to eat a pack of kimchi.
"This taste is really good." Zhao Gang didn't feel slapped in the face at all. It is unique that this kimchi can be produced in a food factory.
Thinking of this, Zhao Gang finished another pack of cucumbers, and he didn't let go of the last pack of cabbage.
The salesperson just watched Zhao Gang finish three packs of kimchi with arrogance, and licked his fingers, after all, the fingers still had the sweet and sour taste of kimchi juice.
Zhao Gang burped. Seeing the salesperson watching, he felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said suddenly, "Uh, this kimchi is really delicious."
The salesperson smiled: "That's right." I kept calling sauerkraut before, so I changed my tune?
Of course, the salesperson also murmured in his heart, and would not say it stupidly.
"Not bad, not bad!" Zhao Gang smiled and boasted: "I have eaten so many things, this kimchi is really fresh, crispy, sweet, sour and hot, it really makes people want to eat it." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com