Chapter 82 Jiang Wan: I am selling meat, I am not selling it!
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Jiu Yang Zhu Zhu
"If you don't yell, how will others know that you are out to sell!"
Jiang Wan: "..."
I obviously knew that the old lady meant well, but why did I feel so awkward hearing what she said.
"I'm selling meat, not selling meat!" she emphasized.
The old lady nodded seriously: "I know, I know, selling meat is the same as selling meat!"
Jiang Wan touched her forehead feebly.I don’t want to argue anymore.
After waiting for a while, there was still no one paying attention, and she understood that this was not going to work.
Gotta shout!
Jiang Wan opened her mouth, embarrassed to speak.
It was my first time selling something and I was a little shy.
Grinding her teeth, as long as she thought about the 100 yuan gambling debt, she would risk it.
Jiang Wan pondered for a while, then yelled: "Hey!"
As soon as the voice fell to the ground, many people passing by looked over.
Even the old lady next to me was not prepared at all and almost sat on the ground.
When Jiang Wan saw someone looking at her, she bit the bullet and shouted:
"Come and take a look, the newly baked braised pork, pork head, pork knuckles, and pig intestines!"
“Everyone, come and see, it’s delicious, not expensive, and clean and hygienic!”
She shouted like this and attracted many people at once.
Someone came over to take a look, and it looked quite tempting, so he asked:
"How much is it?"
Jiang Wan hurriedly replied: "One piece of pork head weighs one pound, one piece of pork knuckle weighs eight pounds, and the intestine weighs eight cents."
The price Jiang Wan asked for was double the delivery price.
The person asking for the price hesitated.
Jiang Wan took out a fruit knife, cut a small piece of pig head meat and handed it to him:
"Brother, try it. It doesn't matter if you don't buy it. You can try it first."
The man hesitated, then took it and ate it.
The moment the meat entered his mouth, the man's eyes immediately lit up.
"Well, it's delicious. The more you chew it, the better it tastes. Your meat is pretty good!"
Jiang Wan smiled and said: "That's a secret recipe passed down from our ancestors. My ancestors were chefs in the palace. This braised pork is one of a kind!"
She was just talking nonsense. She had heard this kind of rhetoric from people before, so she didn't have to make it up before saying it.
The man thought for a while and said, "Let's get a pound of pork head!"
Jiang Wan readily agreed, took out a cutting board, cut a piece, weighed it, and finally added another piece.
"Brother, do you want to cut it? You should go back and cut it yourself!"
The man was surprised: "Did you even cut it?"
Jiang Wan said enthusiastically: "That's necessary. If you don't go back, how can you eat it? It's okay if you eat it at home, but if you eat it at work, you can't bite it!"
The man was very satisfied: "You, comrade, can do something good, okay, let's cut it off!"
In this way, the meat was cut and placed in a brown paper bag and handed to the man.
The man took it and turned away.
With a good start, Jiang Wan became more enthusiastic and continued to shout hard.
It's a pity that no one came to inquire until after two o'clock in the afternoon.
Jiang Wan was a little disappointed.
There's still a pile of meat in the small pot, so it's not okay to go back like this.
She thought about it and decided to wait. Maybe more people would buy it when she got off work in the evening.
People in this place are accustomed to eating well at night, especially men who have a busy day at work. They go home to eat some food and drinks, and then drink until they are dizzy and fall asleep.
In order to better promote her products, at about four o'clock in the afternoon, she cut off a large piece of meat, and then cut it into countless small pieces and placed them on the lid of the lunch box.
At night, there are more and more people on the street.
Jiang Wan then started shouting: "Come and see, everyone, and you can taste the pig mother's meat for free."
Jiang Wan: "..."
I obviously knew that the old lady meant well, but why did I feel so awkward hearing what she said.
"I'm selling meat, not selling meat!" she emphasized.
The old lady nodded seriously: "I know, I know, selling meat is the same as selling meat!"
Jiang Wan touched her forehead feebly.I don’t want to argue anymore.
After waiting for a while, there was still no one paying attention, and she understood that this was not going to work.
Gotta shout!
Jiang Wan opened her mouth, embarrassed to speak.
It was my first time selling something and I was a little shy.
Grinding her teeth, as long as she thought about the 100 yuan gambling debt, she would risk it.
Jiang Wan pondered for a while, then yelled: "Hey!"
As soon as the voice fell to the ground, many people passing by looked over.
Even the old lady next to me was not prepared at all and almost sat on the ground.
When Jiang Wan saw someone looking at her, she bit the bullet and shouted:
"Come and take a look, the newly baked braised pork, pork head, pork knuckles, and pig intestines!"
“Everyone, come and see, it’s delicious, not expensive, and clean and hygienic!”
She shouted like this and attracted many people at once.
Someone came over to take a look, and it looked quite tempting, so he asked:
"How much is it?"
Jiang Wan hurriedly replied: "One piece of pork head weighs one pound, one piece of pork knuckle weighs eight pounds, and the intestine weighs eight cents."
The price Jiang Wan asked for was double the delivery price.
The person asking for the price hesitated.
Jiang Wan took out a fruit knife, cut a small piece of pig head meat and handed it to him:
"Brother, try it. It doesn't matter if you don't buy it. You can try it first."
The man hesitated, then took it and ate it.
The moment the meat entered his mouth, the man's eyes immediately lit up.
"Well, it's delicious. The more you chew it, the better it tastes. Your meat is pretty good!"
Jiang Wan smiled and said: "That's a secret recipe passed down from our ancestors. My ancestors were chefs in the palace. This braised pork is one of a kind!"
She was just talking nonsense. She had heard this kind of rhetoric from people before, so she didn't have to make it up before saying it.
The man thought for a while and said, "Let's get a pound of pork head!"
Jiang Wan readily agreed, took out a cutting board, cut a piece, weighed it, and finally added another piece.
"Brother, do you want to cut it? You should go back and cut it yourself!"
The man was surprised: "Did you even cut it?"
Jiang Wan said enthusiastically: "That's necessary. If you don't go back, how can you eat it? It's okay if you eat it at home, but if you eat it at work, you can't bite it!"
The man was very satisfied: "You, comrade, can do something good, okay, let's cut it off!"
In this way, the meat was cut and placed in a brown paper bag and handed to the man.
The man took it and turned away.
With a good start, Jiang Wan became more enthusiastic and continued to shout hard.
It's a pity that no one came to inquire until after two o'clock in the afternoon.
Jiang Wan was a little disappointed.
There's still a pile of meat in the small pot, so it's not okay to go back like this.
She thought about it and decided to wait. Maybe more people would buy it when she got off work in the evening.
People in this place are accustomed to eating well at night, especially men who have a busy day at work. They go home to eat some food and drinks, and then drink until they are dizzy and fall asleep.
In order to better promote her products, at about four o'clock in the afternoon, she cut off a large piece of meat, and then cut it into countless small pieces and placed them on the lid of the lunch box.
At night, there are more and more people on the street.
Jiang Wan then started shouting: "Come and see, everyone, and you can taste the pig mother's meat for free."
