The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 17

I don't know if Zhou Ke's grandfather survived in the end. It would be a pity if he couldn't cure the disease just because he was poor.

When Ye Qingshui thought of this, he wanted to go to the city to speculate again.

In the past few days, I was exhausted, and my legs were broken, but I didn't make much money. She originally planned to take the route of small profits but quick turnover, and close the stall sooner when it is sold out. It doesn't look like this right now. Since she's all speculative and this way of no return, how could she be so honest.

Honestly, I will be beaten!

Ye Qingshui decided to increase the price! Since the price is going to increase, the buns made shouldn't be too perfunctory, and she has to show her own housekeeping skills.

When selling steamed buns, the noodles must be soft and fragrant, the meat in the fillings must be solid, and the juice must be fragrant. Even the temperature of the steamed bun was just right. The temperature can't be controlled here, after all, the journey is so long that you can't eat the freshly baked buns in time.

When Ye Qingshui thought of this, he thought of Liu Yiliang and Zhang Yuanchao.

If she could get pork, chicken, duck, fish, and enough ingredients, she would still worry about her strength. Make a thick soup that is cooked for a day and a night. Just like the top famous boiled cabbage, take a bowl of essence soup for the whole chicken and boil the cabbage with the soup. The pursuit of the ultimate taste is the level of a Michelin chef.

The difficulty is that Zhang Yuanchao's relationship with her is not good enough, can he help? Ye Qingshui had no choice but to turn his gaze to Liu Yiliang's side. He heard that the animal husbandry station had a great connection with the meat factory.

The next day, Ye Qingshui, who had finished his work at noon, took out the precious glass beads from the cabinet, wrapped them carefully in cloth, and entered the city.

Ye Qingshui went to Zhou's house first.

As always, the Zhou family was dilapidated and opened the door with an old and decadent smell. Ye Qingshui pinched his nose and couldn't help worrying: Mr. Zhou won't... can't you think he's already gone?

But this worry quickly disappeared, and she saw Old Man Zhou picking up the dung bucket to clean it by the sink. His face was strained, his lips were dry, and the sickness on his face was not much better, but it was much stronger than when she came back. Ye Qingshui breathed a sigh of relief. I finally survived!

Zhou Cunren glanced at Ye Qingshui faintly, then retracted his gaze.

Instead, Zhou Ke met her and shouted affectionately: "Sister, you are here!"

"You haven't set up a stall for a long time. People always come to ask Brother Zheng, who sells eggs, when you will come."

Ye Qingshui drew out Liulizhu. When he came out, he smiled and said to Mr. Zhou: "You are so unique. You can tell that you can't read that book at a glance."

Zhou Ke said, "My grandfather is a teacher who used to teach. He is very good at math and physics! "

Zhou Ke Zhou Cunren words were interrupted. The stubborn old man cocked his mouth and snorted coldly, "When you send things out, you don't need to bring them."

"This is not good. If I have to accept it, I will pay more. "Ye Qingshui took out three yuan this time and gave it to Zhou Ke.

Ye Qingshui glanced at the dilapidated house. Although the house was small, it had all the internal organs. On the bedside cabinet of the old man, there was a radio that had been dismantled. To the side of the radio, there were densely packed wires, circuit boards, and scale heads, which made Ye Qingshui feel a little interesting.