Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 134.2

Secretary Wang had been lurking in the group chat and only managed to check it late last night. He was immediately tempted by the various recipes, videos, and photos shared, dreaming of rolling around in a bamboo forest.

So, early in the morning, knowing that the express delivery hadn’t been sent out yet, he was already filled with 120% anticipation!

He took another deep sniff of the sweet honey water in his cup, then glanced at the green tea he had carefully stored in his cabinet… If it weren’t for these, he wouldn’t have been able to control his drool this morning!

At the same time, while drinking such good stuff, he had to act like a thief, quickly shutting the office door first.

He had introduced quite a few people from the main compound into the group.

But not everyone could afford luxuries like honey and tea. Most had families and needed to carefully consider spending three to five hundred yuan… As soon as he brewed tea, the office area would suddenly get busy, and Secretary Wang felt genuinely distressed!

There were so many people; even the tea fragrance wasn’t enough to go around!

Seriously!

…

The delivery boy from Fengfeng Express received the news last night and got up early this morning to glue together a bunch of cardboard boxes, filling up half the warehouse.

Fortunately, bamboo shoots were easy to pack; they didn’t need ice packs this time, but bubble wrap was still necessary.

Song Tan’s car hadn’t arrived yet, and he was already sitting by the door, cutting bubble wrap into different sizes piece by piece.

This year, with this money-making client, he felt like life was full of hope!

His wife came back from town with breakfast. She sat next to him, helping to pull the tape while asking curiously:

“Is her business really that good?”

“Of course!”

The delivery boy tapped the orders next to him. “See? These are just the orders sent to me last night! Later, when she comes over again, there will probably be more orders — it’s strange, how are these farm products selling so well now?”

“And…” The delivery boy was puzzled. “I don’t know what’s so special about the taste of her stuff, but most of the packages I’ve sent recently are to repeat customers.”

Not only repeat customers but also those who keep coming back.

If the goods weren’t good, there’s no way they’d come back like this, right? It made them, the simple town folks, curious despite knowing that the goods weren’t supposed to be that valuable.

After tastelessly finishing a bowl of noodles, his wife nudged him with her elbow:

“When she comes by later to drop off more goods, ask if we can get a discount and buy two pounds to try!”

Twenty yuan is twenty yuan — working hard to earn money, there’s no harm in splurging once in a while, right?

With this in mind, the delivery boy was tempted too.

The couple immediately began to discuss: “How many pounds should we buy?”

“Three pounds, maybe. It’s quite expensive, just to try the taste.”

“How do you eat bamboo shoots?”

“Should we stir-fry them with meat or make chicken soup? Or serve them cold?”

“Ask Mom; she can make chicken soup.”

“And we can ask my cousin; her stir-fried pickled bamboo shoots were delicious during New Year.”

The more they thought about it, the more they drooled. They ended up asking everyone they knew, and their notes were filled with recipes.

But after all the anticipation, waiting for Song Tan to drive over like waiting for the stars and moon, and finally bringing up their suggestion, thinking it was a done deal…

They didn’t expect Song Tan to frown slightly, then shake her head:

“Sorry, judging by the group’s demands, I probably won’t have enough bamboo shoots to sell today — maybe I can bring you some tomorrow?”