Chapter 51 – 51 51 Don’t Want to Cause Trouble for Her

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Don’t Want to Cause Trouble for Her Chapter 51: Chapter 51: Don’t Want to Cause Trouble for Her From noon onwards, not only did the number of people buying ordinary fruits increase, but also those buying premium fruits.

Many were repeat customers who had visited in the morning.

This wasn’t surprising, as those who bought premium fruits in the morning were wealthy people.

They didn’t dare to buy much initially, but after tasting them at home, they were sure to buy more.

Though the fruits at fourteen yuan per jin were expensive, compared to canned products and beverages, the difference wasn’t much and psychologically bearable.

When Gu Xiaoling and nearby vendors had free time, they came over and greeted Meng Chuyue, who generously gave each of them a smaller space mandarin.

Why give mandarins?

Besides grapes, mandarins are the lightest.

But giving a single grape didn’t look good, and giving a bunch wasn’t necessary.

Regardless of their personalities, everyone asked Meng Chuyue the same two questions.

First, where did these exorbitantly priced premium fruits come from?

Second, are the apples sold for fifty cents a jin at a loss?

Meng Chuyue always answered with a smile, “The premium fruits are obtained through special channels by the boss.

I don’t know exactly how; I’m just an employee.”

“The apples that sell for fifty cents a jin are selected from those that cost seventy cents a jin wholesale, the smaller ones.

It might seem like a loss, but the bigger ones sell for one yuan fifty a jin.

When tallied together, it’s not a loss.”

Including Gu Xiaoling, the neighbors, after hearing her response, all bought a huge bunch of the cheap fifty-cent apples to take home.

These apples, though slightly smaller, were truly a bargain.

Judging by today’s situation, they would quickly sell out, so it was crucial to grab some and take them home.

Oh, right, a thirty percent discount was offered only for three days, and they also planned to come and buy a lot on the last afternoon.

This thought wasn’t unique to the Fruit Store’s neighbors; other customers felt the same.

All in all, Meng Chuyue had a very successful opening day.

Not only did she sell over a hundred jins of premium fruits, she also made more than a hundred yuan from ordinary fruits.

Meng Chuyue’s original hope was to earn about ten yuan from ordinary fruits today.

But due to the large number of buyers, she ended up making more than a hundred yuan.

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After closing at six-thirty, Meng Chuyue first went to a nearby grocery store to call the fruit wholesaler, asking him to deliver some fruits at eight in the morning.

Afterward, she headed home carrying the eels she had bought in the morning.

Upon reaching her doorstep just at seven, unsurprisingly, Shen Ci’s door opened, and he, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt and light blue jeans, came out with a smile.

It was unclear whether it was intentional or not, but he casually closed the door slightly even though it wasn’t completely shut, blocking the inside view.

Meng Chuyue wasn’t interested in his house; she smiled and took a plastic bag and a warm paper bag out of her small wicker basket and handed them to him.

The plastic bag contained only mandarins.

The paper bag had five meat buns.

Shen Ci smiled as he took them, quietly thanked her, and after watching Meng Chuyue enter her house, he too turned around and went back inside.

His mother was home, but he had no intention of sharing the meat buns and mandarins with her.

It wasn’t out of disrespect; he didn’t want to cause trouble for Meng Chuyue.

This time, Meng Chuyue unlocked her own door.

After entering the house, she first went to Meng Wanhua’s bedroom.

Meng Wanhua, Zhao Tianzhi, and Meng Jingfen were talking together, the atmosphere seemingly harmonious.

Meng Chuyue carefully observed Meng Wanhua’s complexion, saw that she was in good condition, and said with a smile, “Chicken soup is greasy, it can’t be eaten every day.

Today, I’ll make you a light eel and egg custard.”

Tomorrow morning she would eat stewed bird’s nest, and by noon, she’d have the small meatballs Meng Chuyue made.

Meng Wanhua hadn’t responded yet, when Meng Jingfen said, “Chuyue, could you also stir-fry a couple of greens?

Grandma’s dinner was too awful, I barely ate a few bites.”

Zhao Tianzhi also said with a sheepish smile, “Chuyue, I didn’t eat much either.

Please make me a portion too.”

Meng Chuyue gave them both a glance, “If you want to eat, you need to help me wash and cut the vegetables.”

Saying this, she headed straight to the kitchen to check on the chicken broth in the fridge.