Dressed to be a grandmother

Chapter 580 Uniqueness
What happened to kimchi, did 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, and there is a big difference between the two.

Didn't you read what it says 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 so clearly written on it, 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 [-] cents a pack, and the white radish sticks and cucumber are [-] 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 pickled in that big vat. It's normal."

The salesperson smiled and said nothing.

This Zhao Gang is from the big courtyard inside. 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. He is a second-generation ancestor anyway.

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 again, looked at it, then threw it back to the counter, humming, "Who will eat it?"

This time, Zhao Gang was in a bad mood. He was out of the house because of the guests.

At this moment, 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 from the shelf and collected the money in one go.

The man didn't leave either, he took out a salt ticket and bought some salt, 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. One time, it was sour or salty, and it ruined a tank of vegetables, and the other time 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 spend so much effort to start production, right?"

"That's right. But this kimchi is really delicious. Now, my family can open a pack as a side dish in the morning. 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, and the children in the family liked them too.

Zhao Gang was still leaning against the door and smoking a cigarette. Hearing this, he couldn't help but snorted 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?
I'm afraid these people haven't eaten anything good!
It’s hard for the salesperson to say Zhao Gang, but people who come to buy things are not afraid of him. The lesbian scanned Zhao Gang and curled her lips: “Are you illiterate? This door-to-door word reads kimchi, not sauerkraut.”

What kind of sauerkraut? She can also pickle sauerkraut. If it is sauerkraut, she won't come to buy it.

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 at home, and then by his mother, 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 yuan. Although today is only the fifth day of the lunar new year, the children will have some savings in their small pockets, but it is only three to five cents. , It is rare to be rich enough to spend a dollar all at once.

Looking at the two seven or eight-year-old children who had run away, Zhao Gang, who was already planning to go to the park and eat out at night, thought for a while, why are they all here for 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, it's kimchi, not sauerkraut."

Zhao Gang didn't respond, and urged without distraction: "Whatever, whatever, call it whatever you like."

Soon, he paid the money, grabbed a pack of white radish strips and tore them apart.

Washing hands and so on, 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 it to be delicious, he just had a taste.

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.

Zhao Gang is a young man in his early 20s, and it only takes him three to five minutes to eat a pack of kimchi.

"It tastes 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 miss the last pack of cabbage.

The salesperson just watched Zhao Gang finish three packs of kimchi with arrogance, and licked his fingers, after all, there was still the sweet and sour taste of kimchi juice on his fingers.

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 it now?
Of course, the salesperson murmured in his heart and would not say it out of nowhere.

"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."

(End of this chapter)