Nongmen fierce girl head chef

Chapter 280 Selling a Wheelchair to Buy Vinegar

Chapter 280 Selling a Wheelchair to Buy Vinegar (3)
Qing'er was embarrassed to let her lady push her away, blushing and refused to sit down.Lian'er on the side was already very curious about this wheelchair. Seeing that Qing'er was not sitting, she hurriedly volunteered to sit on it with a smile.

Jin Yuer shook her head with a smile, and began to push the wheelchair.

I thought that this wheelchair is made of wood, and there is a person on it, so it must be very heavy.Unexpectedly, it is so flexible and light when it is really pushed up.When turning, because the wheels are fixed, you can't turn in place, you can only make a big turn.But such a small flaw does not affect the overall wheelchair at all.

However, Jin Yu'er still put forward this suggestion for improvement. Now she has gotten a little closer to Lin Yuan and talks to her more casually.

Lin Yuan actually thought about this problem a long time ago, but she never thought of a solution. After all, wheelchairs made of wood are definitely not as flexible as modern wheels.But for Jin Yuer's kindness, she still accepted it with a smile.

After feeling the comfort and thrust of the wheelchair, Jin Yuer suddenly remembered that Lin Ershuan said that this wheelchair can also allow the occupant to operate by himself, so that he can go wherever he wants.

She sat in the wheelchair again, turning the wheel with her own hands and walking slowly.

After all, she was the spoiled and pampered daughter of Qianjin, both Qing'er and Lian'er paid special attention to Jin Yu'er's hands, for fear that there would be any smooth burrs on the wheel that would prick her.

But Lin Ershuan has always been particular about his work, not to mention the burrs, there is not even a little pothole.

Jin Yu'er was very satisfied with the wheelchair in front of her, and didn't want to wait for him to do anything else.Immediately decided to buy it.

"I want this wheelchair, how much money?"

Seeing that Jin Yu'er settled down so easily, Lin Ershuan still found it hard to accept. He swallowed his saliva only when Lin Yuan poked him on the back, and said cautiously, "Five, 50 taels?"

To be honest, when Lin Ershuan himself said this number, he was a little bit unconfident, but he did not expect that the cold-tempered and taciturn Miss Jin family in front of him would readily agree.

"Okay! Qing'er, pay the money."

Qing'er let out a sigh, as if she didn't think there was anything wrong with buying a wheelchair for 50 taels of silver.

Lin Ershuan took the silver from Qing'er in a daze, it was heavy, like a dream.

Lin Yuan smiled and tugged on his sleeve, and reminded, "Brother Ershuan, are you planning to let Miss Jin move the wheelchair to the carriage by herself?"

After being reminded by Lin Yuan, Lin Ershuan came to his senses, put the money in Lin Yuan's hand, and quickly moved the wheelchair to the back of the Jin family's carriage.In case the carriage fell down, he specially used the rope to tie the wheelchair from time to time, and carefully tied up the wheelchair.

Looking at Lin Ershuan's zongzi-like wheelchair, Lin Yuan burst into laughter and sent Miss Jin out.

Jin Yuer's ability to buy such a good thing this time has a lot to do with Lin Yuan. When she was about to get into the carriage, she stopped suddenly and sincerely thanked her.

"Miss Jin doesn't need to be like this. When my shop opens, don't forget to patronize me a lot."

Jin Yu'er smiled slightly, her eyes were full of smiles, and she nodded immediately: "I promised to come later, and I will definitely come. Don't forget to give me a discount when the time comes, you boss lady."

Lin Yuan laughed, she didn't expect Jin Yu'er to be such a wonderful person, it's really comfortable to be friends with her.

The coachman raised his whip and lashed the horse's buttocks. Jin Yu'er nodded to Lin Yuan and closed the curtain.

(End of this chapter)

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