Su Qingluan patted Yang's shoulder comfortingly: "The contract you are holding is to resolve this matter - I transferred the 'operating rights' of our stall."
"Hey, this is a good water stall. The customer flow has been increasing before our stall was closed. Such a good stall was transferred to others..." Yang didn't blame Su Qingluan - after all, this is The success of the stall is also due to the eldest daughter of her family. It's just that I feel a little distressed when I think of so many customers.
At that time, Su Guangfu noticed Su Qingluan's words and pulled Yang's sleeve comfortingly: "Mother, don't be anxious." Then he turned to look at Su Qingluan, "What is 'management right'?"
It's no wonder that Su Guangfu didn't know - he had been a farmer for half his life, and the occasional odd job he did for others was just a meal or half a roast chicken and a jar of wine, and he had never signed any contract.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "Others want to imitate our sewer stall, but can ordinary people imitate your daughter's craftsmanship? I tried two, and the taste was not very good - the customers also said The taste is not as good as ours, and everyone is asking when it will be available."
"So in order to prevent our good sign from being ruined, I thought of a way - I will still prepare the braised soup, but the person running the stall has changed. The total profit between us and others will be 30-70. After all, we only have a recipe for braised soup, and even the cost of buying spices is shared."
Su Guangfu nodded, and Yang then asked: "Are the people signing the contract with responsible people who can be trusted to do business together? It doesn't matter if you make more or less, but cutting corners for other customers is not okay."
Su Qingluan chuckled: "Don't worry, Mom - the one who went to sell the stall is none other than Uncle Liu Shengliu, the head of the Liu family!"
"Isn't the head of the Liu family having trouble with his legs?" Yang said in surprise, "Isn't it okay for him to run the stall by himself?"
"Uncle Liu's legs are already in great condition," Su Qingluan said, telling her parents about the encounter with the Liu family's father and daughter outside the Huichun Hall. "In short, Uncle Liu has not fully recovered yet. , but I can walk slowly without support. You only need to stand there to buy things at the water stall, and you don’t need to walk."
"But he has difficulty moving. If there is no one to take care of him..." Yang was still a little worried.
"How could there be no one to take care of us?" Su Qingluan said with a smile, "Where our stall used to be, Shou Hou'er and Aunt Yang were protecting us. After I told them during the day, Uncle Liu took care of us two days later. You can set up a stall there.”
After hearing this, Su Guangfu and Yang looked at each other and felt relieved: opposite the stall where they left the stall, they could see the stall where Mrs. Xi bought cooking cakes. The couple only looked at each other from a distance across a street, so they could take care of each other. . What's more, both Shouhou'er and Aunt Yang are warm-hearted and can always help if there are any difficulties.
After saying this, Su Qingluan brought up another purple eggplant. The eggplant meat is soft, and after roasting it becomes soft and juicy. Su Qingluan cut the eggplant in half lengthwise, threaded one half side by side with the bamboo skewer that had been used once before, and threaded the other half with the other two. Push the rind down toward the coals, while the light green flesh rushes up.
At this time, the two little guys had already eaten. When the adults started to talk about the contract, Su Xueyan and the others went to play lattice. Su Xuanhe went to school tomorrow and went to bed early today, so he went there very consciously. After sorting out the books in the room, I went to wash up.
Now there are only three "adults" left next to the stove: Yang, Su Guangfu and Su Qingluan - after all, Su Qingluan's shell is not thick enough to have a hairpin, so he can barely be considered half an adult.
Seeing that Su Qingluan had baked something again, Mrs. Yang quickly asked, "Are you not full yet? I'll get you some more meat..."
"Auntie, you don't have to be busy!" Su Qingluan waved her hand to call her back, "I've almost eaten. I just baked it to pass the time because I have other things to do."
"Is there anything else?" After hearing this, Ms. Yang also did it. After all, the "something else" that Su Qingluan specifically said was certainly not the ordinary little girl's trivial matters like buying rouge and gouache or pulling fabrics to make clothes.
Sure enough, as if to confirm Yang's guess, Su Qingluan asked: "Dad, how many days will it take for you to recover to the point where you can work?"
Su Guangfu probably didn't expect that the topic suddenly turned to him. He was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Working is also divided into different types of work, masons, carpenters, weddings and birthdays..."
Hearing the last option, Su Qingluan's mouth couldn't help but twitch: This is a bit outrageous.
"Stop, stop..." Su Qingluan made a "pause" gesture, regardless of whether her father could understand what it meant, "Dad, you are my biological father. Your daughter's specialty is cooking. ——Do it for a living person, things in the underworld have nothing to do with your daughter..."
Don’t be too outrageous about weddings, weddings, birthdays, etc…
But wait a minute... Su Qingluan suddenly thought: It seems that weddings, weddings, and birthdays all require a banquet... Doesn't that mean it has nothing to do with her?
Putting this unreliable idea away from his mind, Su Qingluan smiled and said: "I want you to find a few masons, carpenters and stonemasons. People who are good at work, careful and reliable in work should be formed into a construction team. ', do some work for your daughter - of course the wages will be paid according to the normal price, not a penny less. Your daughter will pay for it herself."
Su Guangfu frowned slightly when he heard this, and was a little confused: "Does our family need so many people to work? Isn't everything ready at home or at the shop?"
It was not surprising at all that he could guess that he was renovating a house - for experienced masters, from the distribution of the number of employees and types of work, they could roughly understand what this job was about at a glance.
So as soon as Su Guangfu heard what his daughter said about the types of work and the approximate number of people required, he knew that the job was not small - at first glance, it was the number of people needed to renovate or repair the house.
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "As expected of dad, I guessed it right - he is indeed building a house, but he is not working for our family."
Yang was surprised when she heard this: "Not for me?" Then her eyes suddenly became sharp and fierce as if she remembered something, and she suddenly turned her head to look inside the house, "Could it be that boy Erzhuang was tricking someone into someone's house?" Is it broken?!”
Su Qingluan: ...Auntie, in your mind, what kind of naughty kid is Su Xuanhe?
"...My younger brother is just naughty, but he is only seven years old..." Su Qingluan said weakly, "What's more, Xuanhe has been resting and recuperating at home recently due to illness, how can he go out and cause mischief?"
Yang thought it was right, so she asked: "Then why are you spending your own money to repair other people's houses - it costs a lot of money."
