Dressed as a vicious stepmother, farming and raising cubs

Chapter 8 “Life of a stall”

"This... can it work?"

Shen Luochen was a little hesitant. He had been relying on hunting for a living these years and had never been involved in business before.

"I did market research today and no one in the village sells this. You can make small profits but quick turnover. As long as it tastes good, you don't have to worry about no one buying it!"

Su Liu changed his usual playful smile and spoke very seriously.

Although Shen Luochen didn't understand what she meant by market research, he couldn't help but nodded when he saw her confident look.

Su Liu was also very motivated and made another batch of taro cakes overnight.

Early the next morning, she set out carrying a small bamboo basket.

At this time, the market was already very lively, with various stalls and stalls set up, and the sound of selling was endless.

Su Liu only had a simple piece of linen hanging on the stall, with the words "taro cake" written on it, which didn't look very eye-catching.

Not to be outdone, she joined the shouting team.

"Taro cake! Fragrant and sweet taro cake! It's delicious and not expensive! You are welcome to try it!"

However, after several rounds of shouting, there was still no one in front of her stall, and Su Liu's throat felt a little sore.

If she wasn't afraid of arousing suspicion, she really wanted to exchange a large speaker from the system for recording and play it on a loop.

Su Liu was not discouraged and continued to shout: "Selling taro cakes, free trial."

Maybe after hearing about the free trial, someone came forward.

"What is this made of?"

A girl of thirteen or fourteen stopped in front of her stall and blinked curiously.

"Sister, this is made of taro, with milk and sugar added. It's delicious. You can try it."

"Taro? Isn't taro used for cooking?"

The girl was a little confused, but she still took the sample Su Liu gave her.

Sure enough, she had a surprised expression on her face and quickly bought a pack and left.

This first business deal was done like this. Su Liu felt happy in his heart, cheered up again, and shouted at the top of his voice again.

During this half day, not many people came to her place, you could count them on your fingers.

Some people left after trying it, and those who paid for it were the minority.

But this is considered normal, it's just her first day here.

At noon, Su Liu closed the stall and went home to cook for the children. Fortunately, after what happened last time, the children finally no longer suspected that she would poison.

Now they will eat the food cooked for them, but they still don't talk to her much.

Su Liu didn't care either. She was now focused on setting up the stall.

She then tried to carve molds out of wood to make the appearance of the taro cake more attractive, and her business got better and better day by day.

Many of those who come to buy are repeat customers because the taro cake tastes sweet and is suitable for all ages, so the feedback is very good.

On this day, Su Liu went to the stall as usual, but an uninvited guest came to the stall.

"What kind of lousy pastries are you selling! It's made me feel bad, how are you going to compensate me?"

A menacing middle-aged man pulled a thin middle-aged woman, his voice was shockingly loud, attracting attention from all around.

The woman Su Liu had the impression that she did buy cakes from her place yesterday.

But there could be something wrong with the cakes she sold, so Su Liu also turned cold and said:
"Your wife tried it at my place yesterday and she was fine. Why did you have a problem eating it?"

The woman seemed to have something to say, but the man glared at her and timidly shut her mouth.

"I ate your pastry yesterday and I immediately started to have diarrhea. Do you dare to say that your pastry is okay?" Su Liu felt speechless. She could tell that this man probably felt that his wife was spending money indiscriminately and wanted to have sex with him. This is a refund.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my pastries. If you feel uncomfortable, go to the doctor and he will help you find out the cause."

"My stomachache happened yesterday, and now I'm asking the doctor to help me! Don't even think about denying it and paying for it!"

The man was unwilling to give up. Seeing that Su Liu was indifferent, he started to behave again.

"Everyone, come and take a look! It's the cakes sold by this woman that made me vomit and have diarrhea, and now I want to deny it! Isn't this trying to make money and kill someone!"

He made a huge noise, and a crowd of onlookers gradually gathered.

Among them, there were also some nosy people who began to persuade Su Liu.

"Little girl, did your cakes go bad after being stored for too long? I think you should pay them to others, otherwise everyone will look bad."

When he heard someone speaking for him, the man straightened his back a little.

"I won't shed tears until I see the coffin." Su Liu cursed in a low voice.

Then she turned around, came to a little beggar who had been squatting in the corner, and took out a piece of broken silver.

"I'll give you this money to help me invite Mr. Li from the village. Do you want to make a deal?"

The little beggar didn't know how long it had been since he had seen silver. He was so excited that he almost ran away.

The people in Zhou were also shocked by her generous move. Su Liu added fuel to the fire and said to the man: "Did you see it? Even if I give this money to a beggar, I will not compensate you."

"You! You are really looking for death!"

The man felt that he couldn't lose face, so he suddenly became angry and waved his fist to fight.

Su Liu was not afraid, she grabbed his wrist, took a side step, and threw the man over the shoulder neatly.

She had controlled her strength. If she suffered a fracture this time, she would probably be in trouble for herself.

The crowd exclaimed again, not expecting a thin woman to have such strength.

Seeing that he couldn't beat him, the man was about to run away, but Su Liu quickly stopped him with quick eyes and hands.

"Don't leave. If you leave, who will clear my name?"

Su Liu held the man down in the same posture he used to arrest criminals, and raised his eyebrows.

The little beggar moved quickly, and he had already invited the doctor.

Su Liu asked the doctor to take the man's pulse. The doctor frowned, thought for a moment, and said:

"This... you are quite healthy and not sick."

"Impossible! Look carefully, I had diarrhea for a long time yesterday!" The man was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and held the doctor's hand and said.

The doctor had no choice but to check his pulse again, but in the end he shook his head.

"You don't have any signs of diarrhea at all."

"You old man, stop talking nonsense! I'm obviously sick! You insist that I'm not!"

Hearing this, Su Liu chuckled.

"Old man, I've been a doctor for decades, so I won't misdiagnose such a minor illness!" The doctor's temper also grew.

Mr. Li had a good reputation in the village and was considered highly respected. Most of the villagers believed in him.

Su Liu readily gave Dr. Li double the consultation fee, respectfully sent him away, and then came back to the crowd and cleared his throat.

"Everyone, I, Su Liu, am not afraid of spending money, but I can only spend money on the right things. I hope that nothing like this will happen again after today. There is no problem with the quality of my pastries, and everyone is welcome to taste them!"

(End of this chapter)