Meng Chuyue didn’t want to stir up trouble, but that didn’t mean she’d let herself be bullied.
She acted as if she hadn’t heard Song Enyu’s words, and said to Xiao Yuan, "Come on, Xiao Yuan, let’s go pick vegetables in the garden. I want to make some extra pickles."
Xiao Yuan and Song Enzhi thought this was her excuse to avoid Song Enyu, not realizing she really did want to make pickles.
Not wanting her and Song Enyu to have an ugly confrontation, Xiao Yuan followed Meng Chuyue without hesitation, while Song Enzhi pulled at the trouble-making Song Enyu, "Enyu, you misunderstood. Chuyue is our honored guest, not what you think. Look, mom even had Xiao Yuan take special care of her."
Song Enyu, who feared Su Xiufeng greatly, heard this and, though annoyed, sheepishly smiled and said, "I really misunderstood then. Sister, why don’t you tell me about the progress in the cultivation of the fruit seedlings since her arrival?"
Song Enyu said this believing that there would be no progress, intending to mock Song Enzhi and Meng Chuyue, but who knew Song Enzhi excitedly pointed to two pots of fruit seedlings, "Look, these two pots have already started to grow their fifth and sixth leaves and they haven’t withered."
Song Enyu was shocked.
But also very pleased.
If the cultivation of the seedlings succeeded, the Song Family would certainly rise to new heights.
She walked over for a closer look to make sure what Song Enzhi said was true, then feigned innocence and asked, "How did you achieve this?"
Song Enzhi awkwardly smiled, "Chuyue said if the seventh and eighth leaves come out and the seedlings are still healthy, she’ll share the method with us."
Song Enyu scoffed internally, but didn’t say anything unpleasant aloud.
If the seedling breeding went smoothly, in a few days, no, perhaps as early as the day after tomorrow, they might see the seventh and eighth leaves. She could wait.
Yeah, she was waiting.
Meng Chuyue had filled two baskets with vegetables alongside Xiao Yuan in the garden.
There were long beans, green beans, cucumbers, etc.
While in the garden, Xiao Yuan was certain Meng Chuyue wouldn’t really use all these for pickles.
Yet after picking the vegetables, Meng Chuyue went to the kitchen and asked for no less than five clean pickle jars.
Then Xiao Yuan realized she was serious.
She hurriedly asked, "Are you really planning to make so much pickle?"
"Of course." Meng Chuyue said with a grin, "Did you think I was just causing a scene? Not at all, I’m planning to use these as gifts. Didn’t your family head say there’s unrestricted freedom and if I wanted, I could go to the city? These are the gifts I’m preparing for friends and relatives."
Xiao Yuan couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
Meng Chuyue glanced at her, chuckling, "Don’t look down on it, my pickles sell for quite a price at my fast food restaurant in Hai City, twenty yuan per pound."
Meng Chuyue spoke the truth.
Blue Sky Fast Food Restaurant did indeed sell her pickles, but only as giveaways and for delivery.
Specifically, customers spending over fifty yuan got a small dish complimentary,
You could only take it packed for twenty yuan per pound.
But since the pickles she made tasted so good, customers were willing to comply.
The head of the Song Family had tried the pickles bought from Blue Sky Fast Food Restaurant, but Xiao Yuan had not; she was half-convinced.
Song Enzhi, who had a discerning taste, therefore said while helping sort the vegetables, "I’ll just help with sorting the vegetables, I won’t interfere with the rest. Because I know, this is a very valuable secret of yours."
Meng Chuyue, now quite interested in the Song Family’s Medicinal Chicken breeding method, nodded, "Yes, I can’t teach that to you. But you can bring the ingredients, and I’ll help you make it."
Song Enzhi’s eyes immediately lit up, "Really? But can my dad have some?"
That girl, she’s closest to her dad.
"Yes, he can. I don’t use much salt in it, only a half-month shelf life, quite healthy. Of course, no matter who it is, you can’t overeat anything."