Rebirth: I Am Not the Movie Queen This Time-Chapter 18 Little Chu’er Is Back

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Chapter 18: Chapter 18 Little Chu’er Is Back

Bai Zhixi listened to her daughter passionately detailing her plans, looked at the three empty cans on the table, the little notebook filled with two full pages of notes, and then at her daughter who seemed emboldened with enthusiasm, she felt as if this all was a dream.

Everything before her eyes was unbelievable.

"You’re saying you’ve already sold fifty jin of pickled cucumbers?" Bai Zhixi confirmed nervously.

"Uh-huh, we can’t get the money just yet, the restaurant will pay us after they sell the pickled cucumbers, one jin for just one yuan."

Bai Zhixi couldn’t help but say: "One yuan is quite a lot, cucumbers are only 50 cents per jin, plus the cost of the ingredients, the cost per jin is at most 50 cents, so we could make at least 50 cents in profit."

Upon hearing this, Wan Chu’er smiled; her pricing seemed quite reasonable, although not as profitable as what the restaurant would make, but she was going for volume, to win with quantity. freewёbnoνel.com

"You’re right, we need to prepare at least fifty jin of pickled cucumbers in three days."

Bai Zhixi finally believed her daughter’s words and involuntarily grabbed Wan Chu’er’s hand, holding it tight.

In her excitement, she said: "Chuchu, you’ve accomplished such a big thing in just one afternoon, why didn’t you tell mom about it? If I had known earlier, I would have gone to negotiate. For a girl like you, still in school, to negotiate with so many restaurants, how difficult that must be.

Do you know how happy you’ve made mom by doing this? I’m not just happy because you sold fifty jin of pickled cucumbers; it’s more because... because our Chuchu has finally grown up, learned to care for her mom. If your dad knew, he would be so happy..."

Bai Zhixi was somewhat incoherent, rambling on with much to say, now finally convinced that her sensible and clever Little Chu’er was back.

Wan Chu’er wasn’t impatient, she found her mother’s nagging particularly endearing, and felt her frantic efforts that afternoon had not been in vain. To do something for her loved ones and to be acknowledged made her incredibly happy.

It brought her more satisfaction and exhilaration than wearing a new dress or beating up Liu Li.

"Mom, from tomorrow on, you’ll have to work hard on making pickled cucumbers, I still have to go to school and can only help you in the evening," said Wan Chu’er gently.

Bai Zhixi nodded enthusiastically: "Yes, leave it to me, I can handle it on my own. You just focus on school, make studying your priority. It’s only fifty jin of pickled cucumbers; mom can make them in two days."

Wan Chu’er corrected her: "Not just fifty jin of pickled cucumbers, it’s best to make some other pickles as well, like radish, bamboo shoots, lotus roots, peanuts, and screw vegetables. I remember the other pickles you make are also very tasty. Besides pickled cucumbers, we can also sell other varieties to restaurants."

Bai Zhixi nodded again and again with a smile.

Seeing her so happy, Wan Chu’er took the chance to add: "Mom, for the next few days, don’t go out to fix shoes at the stall. Just stay at home and make pickles, there’s a lot of them to make. Do your best to work half a day and rest the other half, so you don’t wear yourself out."

Her daughter was so caring, she couldn’t dampen her enthusiasm; besides, making so many pickles would indeed be time-consuming, and Bai Zhixi easily agreed.

After cleaning up the dishes and utensils, Bai Zhixi started to work, intending to get all the pots and jars ready that night, washed and prepared, just waiting to go to the vegetable market first thing in the morning.

The work wasn’t light, but she wouldn’t let Wan Chu’er lift a finger.

"Chuchu, your studies are the most important, you have always been smart, quick to learn anything. But since starting high school, your grades have... If you could improve your grades, mom would be even happier, happier than if you struck deals with a hundred pickle vendors."

Seeing Bai Zhixi’s hopeful face, Wan Chu’er said nothing, just obediently went back to her room.

As long as it would make Bai Zhixi happy, she was willing to do anything, let alone studying.