Chapter 16 The First Step in the Pickle Business
After finishing her noodles, Wan Chu’er paid 1.5 yuan, which, compared to the prices in fifteen years, was unbelievably cheap.
She didn’t go home either, but instead went straight to the market where Bai Zhixi had her stall. If she didn’t, Bai Zhixi would surely skip lunch and just make do with a few sips of water. Now that she was back, she would never allow Bai Zhixi to go hungry again.
As expected, when she arrived at the market, Bai Zhixi was bent over mending a pair of worn-out shoes and had not eaten at all.
Wan Chu’er forcefully pushed the food she bought on the way into Bai Zhixi’s hands and watched her eat it bite by bite before letting it go.
As Bai Zhixi ate, the smile on her face couldn’t fade away. Her daughter’s care warmed her heart.
Seeing that Bai Zhixi had finished her meal, Wan Chu’er didn’t delay and went straight home.
The moment she arrived, she dived into the kitchen and busied herself.
There was still a lot of pickled cucumbers at home. She found three jars of different sizes, cleaned them thoroughly, dried them, and then packed the pickled cucumbers in them before screwing the lids on.
After a moment’s thought, she ran to her room and cut several strips of paper. On them, she wrote, "Bai’s Pickles."
That’s right, she was planning to capitalize on the pickles Bai Zhixi made.