Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 339 - Chapter 339 Do you eat pigs feet_1

Chapter 339: Do you eat pig’s feet?_1 Chapter 339: Do you eat pig’s feet?_1 The evening market was bustling once again.

People just off work, walking their dogs, and those fully equipped for race walking… The gentle breeze by the river blew, carrying the dry heat of the summer with a hint of moist air. Several young men and women zoomed past on their electric scooters, but when they stopped, they couldn’t find a crowded spot no matter where they looked.

And look at those selling watermelons–a senior citizen here, a young lad there, and over there, an auntie… None of them were the usual stall owners!

Not to mention the usual parking spot for the small bosses’ pickups, which had already been taken over by someone selling a basket of peaches.

Everyone looked here and there, finally setting their sights on a thoughtful-looking braised food vendor at the counter and cautiously asked:

“Boss, may I ask about the young lady who often sells vegetables here with her pickup, didn’t she come today?”

“Yeah,” someone behind added anxiously, “Wasn’t she selling watermelons today? Did you guys buy from the app?”

“Too expensive.”

“I didn’t want to place an order online, was planning to come over and try it first…”

Watermelons, what watermelons?

The braised food vendor shuddered, remembering the balance that flew out of his bank card. He looked down at the six small watermelons by his feet, utterly clueless about how to explain the purchase to his wife at home, and said despondently, “You are too late, they were sold out long ago.”

What?

“Wasn’t it said that she’d be here at 5:00 at the market? It wasn’t just 5 o’clock, but around five or six, maybe at 5 maybe at 6…”

“Didn’t we come just after 6? How come they’re gone?”

Seeing the distressed expressions on several people’s faces, for some reason, the braised food vendor suddenly felt a surge of smugness–

Look, the watermelons you can’t buy, I got them!

This somewhat soothed his mood about the money he’d lost today, so he said rather smugly, “People were queuing up here before 5:30. In half an hour, a truckload of melons was sold out.”

Actually, it was just that the crowd took some time picking and weighing, plus the pushing and shoving while tasting the watermelons… If it weren’t for a few young officers from the nearby police station who came over for a couple of rounds, a fight might have broken out.

Nevertheless, with all these distractions, when the young officers happily carried away a small round melon, the girl had neatly closed her truck bed and drove off right after selling out.

Now that these hesitant young men and women were rushing over, they wouldn’t even catch a whiff of car exhaust.

With this thought, the braised food vendor perked up:

“No more melons, but how about some braised pig trotters? My family’s braising sauce is really authentic!”

“If you buy some, I’ll show you the melons I got.”

The young girl in front of him wouldn’t fall for it: “Boss, are you showing me the melon, or reselling it to me?”

Reselling… that would mean marking up the price!

The vendor eyed the young customer, thinking that if she really intended to buy the expensive melon, she would have placed an order through the app by now, so probably she wouldn’t pay much more.

So he said, “Of course, I’m just showing it to you.”

Huh–

The group scattered.

After a few steps, the girl in the lead turned back:

“Forget it, I told my mom I’d buy a watermelon. Can’t go back empty-handed–give me two of those braised pig trotters.”

“All right!”

The braised food vendor beamed with joy: “Let me tell you, my braised pig trotters are best eaten hot with broth–super tender! They nearly melt in your mouth with one bite!”

“And if they cool down, they’re still chewy, the skin and meat have a bit of bounce to them. So fragrant!”

“But if you chuck them in an air fryer for three to five minutes, boy oh boy, biting into them is so satisfying! The skin remains chewy and the meat inside is piping hot, not greasy at all, with none of that mushy texture, just perfect for enjoying with a drink, watching a football game or a movie at night. It’s amazing!”

“Plus, if you can sneak them into the movie theater, once the lights go off and the big screen lights up, and you’re there munching away, the whole theater will be filled with the aroma. Now tell me, isn’t that sensational?”

Wow!

Bringing pig trotters into the movie theater, the boss has no ethics!

But… slurp… I really want…

As the words fell, the young people who hadn’t gone far all hesitated and gathered around.

Once everyone left, the boss fumbled with the calculator, mumbling, ‘Six big pig trotters, that’s worth at least two melons.’

After thinking for a moment, he decided to place several melons on the counter.

…

Meanwhile, Song Tan had finished work early and was already pulling her cart to the nearby Fengfeng Express Station.

These were the melons she had carefully selected, ones that were not too ripe and perfect for express delivery.

It was a pity that sending them through Wind Speed Express without Brother Xiaozhang meant paying a lot more for delivery.

But, Brother Xiaozhang only delivered goods once in the afternoon, and Secretary Xiaozu was in a hurry, insisting they be sent today–fortunately, she was the one paying the delivery fee.

With that thought, Song Tan felt relieved.

The courier at Fengfeng Express was busy processing orders when he saw someone approach and casually pointed:

“Sending a package? What is it?”

He had just asked subconsciously, without expecting the young man behind him to bring over a plump watermelon:

“Sending a lot of watermelons.”

The courier boy was stunned.

It took him a while to respond, “Sending watermelons?”

His voice was full of disbelief.

Song Tan nodded, “Can you pack them well? They can’t be damaged.”

The Fengfeng Express Station was quite big, and it was well-stocked. The young man hesitated, “We do have the means, but the express fee for air shipping isn’t cheap…”

Nowadays, where can’t you buy watermelons? It really wasn’t necessary.

Song Tan waved her hand, “No problem. As long as they can be sent out tonight.”

“That can definitely be done!”

Song Tan pointed to the back seat of her car, “There are a total of 20 melons; please package them.”

The courier boy: …

It’s the rich folks these days, full of strange quirks and doing the oddest things!

After all the hassle, by the time they were actually ready to send off the watermelons, the sky was starting to darken.

Song Tan asked Qiaoqiao, “Are you hungry?”

Qiaoqiao opened the pouch on the front of his chest, “Cucumber!”

Well, they even had water. The brother and sister each took a cucumber and began to crunch into them, while Qiaoqiao’s Ultraman Seiro, which he had placed in the back of the car, clearly wasn’t as loved anymore.

And after finishing a cucumber, Song Tan had arrived at her aunt’s building:

“There are three big melons in total. Can you handle one if I carry two?”

Qiaoqiao, full of bravado, said, “I can carry two!”

Song Tan: “… Okay, you carry two.”

She grabbed one and went straight upstairs.

The aunt, having received a call, had been waiting at home for a while. Seeing them arrive, she couldn’t help but sigh:

“Look at you, watermelons are so expensive at this time of year, you should be selling them for a good price before they hit the market! If you really wanted to give them away, couldn’t you have waited until it got hotter? They won’t sell as well then.”

As she spoke, she quickly took the melons from them.

Song Tan liked her aunt’s forthright manner and laughed, “It’s okay, Auntie, I wanted you to try the first batch.”