90s, The Cannon Fodder Wife of the Paranoid Boss is Reborn

Chapter 76: Don’t play by the rules

After Yu Fugui responded, he began to move the baskets.

Wen Xiuyun knew that stir-frying chestnuts was not easy, so she whispered: "Don't tire yourself out. The people behind are all old customers I have known for many years. They still have the patience to wait for a day or two. I have already told them ”

Bai Lu smiled and nodded: "It's not too tiring. Cheng will help me fry when he has time. Our sugar-roasted chestnuts have only been sold for a short time, and there is a rival in the market who is eyeing him. We can't lose our credibility and reputation. We have given customers today As for the accuracy of getting the goods, it’s better to deliver the goods today.”

Who doesn’t want to make more money when doing business, and Wen Xiuyun naturally does the same. She smiled and praised Bai Lu for being sensible.

 The two of them were talking.

 A knock on the door came from the courtyard door.

Yu Fugui is still in the yard, carrying the last basket of sugar-roasted chestnuts, so who could it be?

 The three of them looked out the door together.

A woman with a rosy complexion, a slightly fat body, and strong limbs, holding a big belly with one hand, wiped the sweat on her forehead that was not there, walked slowly and familiarly into the courtyard, and smiled at Bai Lu.

"Busy now?"

The fifth aunt and Yu Fugui saw that Bai Lu had guests to greet, so they said hello to Bai Lu and left without further chatting.

The guest finally came to the door, and Bai Lu naturally wouldn't turn him away, not to mention that he was still full of belly.

Chen Chunli sat on the chair where Bai Lu had just sat, feeling at ease and without the word "thank you" in her mind.

I smelled the aroma of roasted chestnuts that had not yet dissipated in the yard, and thought of the purpose of my trip, I said a token thank you, "Have you just finished roasting the chestnuts?"

“It’s very fragrant. I wonder how it tastes? I heard from Wang Hao that Xiao Cheng brought sugar-roasted chestnuts to them when he went to work. Everyone said they were delicious..."

 The implication is that your husband has given his brother a taste of roasted chestnuts with sugar, so there is no reason why you can’t give it to your brother’s wife, right?

Bai Lu casually took a chair and sat down, with a signature fake smile on her face: "Roasted chestnuts contain too much sugar. It is not good for pregnant women to eat too much, and they can easily lead to diabetes."

  Meaning that I won’t even taste a chestnut!

 Chen Chunli's face was not good-looking, and she knew that the rumors outside were true. Bai Lu was no longer timid and cowardly.

He is no longer the easy-to-handle character he used to be.

Chen Chunli glanced at Bai's unnoticeable belly and changed the topic: "You have a really good figure. You are more than six months pregnant, and your belly is still so small. Even if you wear two extra clothes, you can't tell that you are pregnant at all. "

"Unlike me, when I was only three or four months pregnant, my figure started to lose shape along with my belly. I gained weight all over and my face became round. I even found it ugly when I looked in the mirror. I envy you for still being white, tender, slim and good-looking. "

With the breeze blowing, Bai Lu calmly gathered her clothes and raised her hand to gently touch her belly.

“The doctor said that it takes six or seven months for thin people to show their pregnancy. In the first few months, it is basically invisible. Now that the weather is cold, I wear two more clothes to hide the pregnancy belly.”

 After Chen Chunli became pregnant, she heard Wang Hao's mother say that thin people do not show their pregnancy until they are older.

 But she has a hot temper and has no time to waste time with Bai Lu here. Whether or not she shows her affection is none of her business.

She was concerned about roasted chestnuts: "Bai Lu, I went to buy groceries on the street today and saw Wang Cuihua riding a bicycle with a large basket of roasted chestnuts in the back seat."

　　Bai Lu: “Yeah.”

 Chen Chunli was confused by her mediocre reaction, so she could only think to herself: "I remember Wang Cuihua came from the countryside, and she doesn't know how to make candied chestnuts?"

Bai Lu smiled lightly: "No."

 “Then who fried her candied chestnuts?”

 “I fried it.”

 “Why doesn’t she roast chestnuts herself and sell them?”

 “She won’t.”

 “If you don’t know how, you can teach me!”

  “I don’t teach.”   Chen Chunli: “…”

“You will be exhausted if you do so much heavy work while pregnant. Roasted chestnuts with sugar are so delicious, so it must be very laborious to fry them. You might as well teach others to fry them.”

 “I don’t want to teach.”

Bai Lu smiled very friendly.

 An answer that doesn’t follow the routine at all.

 Chen Chunli choked all the remarks she had prepared long ago back into her stomach, making her so angry that she could hardly sit still on her stool.

 Learning how to make sugar-roasted chestnuts is definitely not going to work.

Bai Lu’s attitude is so determined.

It might be possible to sell chestnuts like Wang Cuihua, but that would definitely involve splitting the money with Bai Lu.

 What she wants is all the money.

Chen Chunli was unwilling to give in, but she couldn't make Bai Lu hand over the sugar-roasted chestnuts. Behind Bai Lu was a ferocious and violent Xiao Cheng, and she couldn't force Bai Lu to bow her head.

After thinking about it, Chen Chunli could only take a step back temporarily, frowning and sighing.

"Bai Lu, the baby in my belly is one month older than yours. I'm going to give birth in two months, but I haven't prepared anything yet. Wang Hao, that useless wimp, has been working with your Xiao Cheng for so long. , I haven’t saved much money, and I haven’t learned much about skills. I build a house and lay bricks for others, and I have to wait until the house is completed before I can get paid.”

“My belly is getting bigger day by day, and I absorb nutrients quickly, but I don’t have anything good to feed the child. My figure looks longer, but in fact it’s all puffy. When the child is born, I don’t know if there will be milk to feed..."

“Wang Hao’s parents are in poor health and can’t go out to work. I can’t do anything because I’m pregnant. Wang Hao can’t make money and can’t even buy small clothes for the child. The child will suffer when he is born..."

 It is difficult for a dead husband to live in mourning.

 A man who calls his husband a loser who can’t make any money.

Bai Lu listened quietly, going in with one ear and out with the other, without commenting.

Chen Chunli herself was anxious first and said straight to the point: "Wang Cuihua's husband is dead and her life is very sad. Our Wang Hao is also a useless loser, and her life is equally difficult."

“We are all Xiao Cheng’s brothers, half relatives, Bai Lu, you won’t just die without saving me, will you?”

"No." Bai Lu smiled kindly.

Chen Chunli also smiled and said: "Wang Cuihua is so stupid and can sell sugar-roasted chestnuts. There is no reason why we can't sell them. Qingshui Town next door doesn't sell sugar-roasted chestnuts. I think we can open a stall in Qingshui Town."

 Even we use it.

Bai Lu's posture was leisurely, and she leaned back in her chair with a smile, "It's pretty good."

Chen Chunli didn't expect it to go so smoothly. It was a bit unexpected, and the smile on her face suddenly grew bigger.

“How will you divide the money earned from selling sugar and roasting chestnuts?”

"Excluding the cost of purchasing chestnuts, which is 20 cents, and the labor cost of 10 cents per pound, the profit is 50-50 cents." Bai Lu repeated what she had said to Wang Cuihua.

Chen Chunli also bought chestnuts a few days ago, but it was only a few dozen kilograms. It didn’t make any difference whether she sold it to Bailu or not.

The cost and labor fees are all in Bai Lu's hands, and the net profit is still 50%. She is just a laborer who helps sell chestnuts, and the salary has to be divided according to the quantity sold.

Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if the number of roasted chestnuts sold was less than that of a widow?

 (End of this chapter)