The 1970s Female Supporting Actress Counterattack

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The woman who came here is a nanny of a wealthy family. Everyone calls her A Ping. Her employer likes Lin Wanwan's cakes very much and buys some almost every time she sees them. It happened that there were guests at home today, so she asked A Ping to come here and take a look. If she could get a chance, she would buy all the cakes.

Her words were too domineering and attracted the attention of everyone in the room, including those who wanted to buy pastries.

But the lady opposite was not happy: "Why is it like this? I came first, so you should sell to me first."

A Ping said: "I am a regular customer. Since I have been here so many times, you should sell to me first."

Lin Wanwan saw that they were about to quarrel and said: "Okay, first come first served, there are still a lot left."

Lin Wanwan said so, A Ping had to give up, "Then give me the rest, and I will pay you."

The people behind were a little unhappy and said "Why is this person like this?" A Ping said: "The girl said it was first come first served. I came first, so of course I have the final say on how much to buy. Please come earlier next time."

"Too much." The people behind left with a sour face.

Lin Wanwan packed one for the old lady and gave the rest to Ah Ping. Ah Ping was also well prepared. She opened the food box she brought and asked Lin Wanwan to put the pastry inside.

Ah Ping discussed with Lin Wanwan again: "Girl, you are really good at making pastries. Our wife wants to invite you to be our pastry chef. You can make pastries for our wife. The workload will not be very large. The salary is this amount."

She gestured to Lin Wanwan with her hands. Lin Wanwan saw that the salary was twice what she earned in the printing factory.

But compared to the money she earned from setting up a stall, it was still a little less. If she set up a stall every two days, she could set up a stall ten times a month, and earn about 90 yuan a month. Moreover, she only worked for two hours before setting up the stall each time. She could earn much more than being a pastry chef there, and her working hours were more flexible.

Lin Wanwan refused. Ping pouted, but she knew she couldn't force him, so she told him another request from his wife, "Girl, when will you set up the stall next time? What will you do? Can I make a reservation?"

Lin Wanwan didn't expect that she could already receive orders. Of course she would be happy to make more money. "My next stall will be the day after tomorrow. I will make mung bean cakes. How many do you want? If it's suitable, I can take it."

"Then I want to order 30." Mung bean cakes can clear away heat and relieve summer heat, which is suitable for eating in summer, and my wife also likes to eat them.

"Okay, then come and get them the day after tomorrow." Lin Wanwan said.

There were still two customers standing not far away. They were a little greedy when they saw Lin Wanwan putting the pastries into the food box. When they heard that they could make reservations, they came over and said, "I want to reserve ten green bean cakes, too."

Lin Wanwan: "Okay."

"Is that okay? I want one too. Please order five for me."

"I want one too..."

Someone took the lead, and other regular customers also placed orders, as if they would suffer a loss if they bought less. There were too many people who wanted to make reservations, and Lin Wanwan couldn't remember them all. Later, she simply asked one of the customers to borrow a pen and paper and wrote down the names and numbers of the people who made reservations.

After she had written down everything, Lin Wanwan counted the number of reservations. There were 73 in total, which came to 21.9 yuan. Minus the cost of the raw materials, that was close to her half-month salary.

If the stalls can be opened more frequently, it won't be a big problem to become a household with an income of 10,000 yuan in two years.

Lin Wanwan returned to Song Zhi's house with an empty basket in her hand. She had to discuss something with him, but according to his habit, he might not be at home at this time.

Lin Wanwan knocked on their door. At first, she called Song Zhi, but no one answered. Maybe he was really not at home, so she shouted again: "Grandma Song, I'm here to return the basket."

With a "creak", the door was opened, and it was Song Zhi who was standing inside. Lin Wanwan said: "I thought you were out."

Song Zhi took the basket from her hand, "No, what's the matter?"

Lin Wanwan followed him naturally, "I want to discuss something with you."

Lin Wanwan sat down at the square table, looking at Song Zhi with bright eyes.