Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away-Chapter 23 - Twenty-three someone fancied his daughter-in-laws

With Tang Tang’s words, the auntie was extremely excited.

Her face was full of astonishment and delight.

“Really? That’s wonderful, just wonderful.”

Gu Chen was a bit puzzled at this point.

The shoes were his, so why was the auntie so excited?

“You are…?”

He looked at the auntie questioningly.

The auntie smiled.

“Well, you see, my family is in the qipao business, and finding an embroidery artisan—especially one with good skills—is incredibly difficult. Good artisans are extremely rare.”

“The cloud patterns on these shoes are truly beautiful; I’ve taken a real liking to them.”

Now, Gu Chen understood—it was Ji Pianran’s skills that had caught her interest.

He nodded.

“Oh, I see.”

“Isn’t that so?” the auntie said, thinking it over before adding, “Right, when you go back, ask your daughter-in-law if she can embroider designs like Phoenix Peony. If she can, have her quote a price to see how much she would charge to do it.”

Gu Chen hadn’t expected someone to specifically seek out Ji Pianran’s work.

He thought for a moment.

“Alright, I’ll ask her once I get back, and if she agrees, we can discuss further. Does that sound good to you?”

The auntie nodded excitedly.

“Yes, yes, no problem at all!”

After speaking, she quickly reached into her little red purse and handed Gu Chen a business card.

“This is my contact information. If she agrees, make sure to give me a call!”

Then, worried that Gu Chen wouldn’t call, she changed her mind.

“Forget it, I’ll come back tomorrow. We can talk about it in person, whether it’s a yes or a no!”

After all, finding a master artisan with good skills was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

She really wanted to find a master of shoe embroidery to help with her own embroidery work.

Gu Chen nodded and agreed.

“Alright.”

A few people who had bought Gu Chen’s broccolini yesterday noticed that he had arrived.

They walked over to his side.

Gu Chen’s broccolini was really delicious.

It was nothing like what you could find in the market.

No wonder it was imported!

So sweet and crisp, it was absolutely refreshing.

Whether stir-fried, used in a cold salad, or as a side dish, it was exceptional.

They had only bought a little yesterday, just to try something new.

But today, they were buying because it was genuinely delicious!

This tasty delicacy had to be a part of their family’s New Year’s Eve dinner!

In no time at all, a crowd had gathered in front of the vegetable stall.

Today, there were many times more vegetables than yesterday; it went from about a dozen to nearly a hundred.

“Young man, your broccolini is really too good. Come on, give me some more today.”

“Me too, I brought some home yesterday and my grandson, oh he really loved it.”

“Would you believe it, just yesterday I bought two jin, mixed it with meat for dinner, and everyone at home was fighting for it. In the end, even the meat was left over—it hasn’t happened in decades!”

“Today, I’ve got to buy more, no matter what!”

“Here, young man, give me a whole one too. I’ll keep it in the fridge and it could last for two or three meals!”

Every elder has a simple and beautiful wish, that their grandchild grows up white and chubby, and also tall!

Seeing their own grandkids eat well, their hearts swell with joy.

As long as it’s not ridiculously expensive and within their means, they’re definitely willing to satisfy.

Ji Pianran just knew his bok choy would be popular.

He didn’t show much excitement.

He just smiled at everyone.

“How about this, you all pick the size you want, and I’ll weigh it for you. I guarantee it will be the right weight!”

Hearing this, a few uncles and aunties squatted down to start selecting their vegetables.

They handed their chosen bok choy to Ji Pianran, who took them and weighed each one.

He only charged for whole numbers.

Tang Tang was beside him, helping Ji Pianran with bagging.

That morning, there were even more people standing in front of Ji Pianran’s stall than yesterday.

The business was booming.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that almost everyone passing by was carrying Ji Pianran’s bok choy in their hands.

Some bought one or two jin, others bought an entire piece.

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By the time the morning market ended, Ji Pianran had sold more than half of his bok choy.

There were still about twenty pieces left unsold.

It wasn’t that sales were bad; there was simply too much stock.

A lot of people had only seen them today, and with their large sizes, it was impossible to finish a whole piece in one sitting.

So, they chose to buy a little less to try something fresh.

That’s why some of his bok choy remained unsold.

The amount of money made that morning was simply too much, all in small change. Ji Pianran used two plastic bags just to fit it all in.

At the moment, he didn’t dare to count it.

The reason was simple: it would take at least half an hour to count all that money, and the market was a mixed place with all sorts of people.

There were quite a few pickpockets around, and if someone caught sight of the money, it could really turn into a troublesome situation.

He put the plastic bags directly into a nylon bag, clenched it in his hand.

Then he picked up a piece of bok choy from the ground and walked over to Old Tang.

Old Tang was squatting on the ground, smoking at the time.

When he saw Ji Pianran coming, he looked at him with a beaming smile.

“Brother, want a smoke?”

Ji Pianran smiled, “No thanks, the kid is waiting for me.”

After saying that, he turned to look at Tang Tang, who was standing obediently in front of his vegetable stall.

Then he handed over a packaged piece of bok choy, “I bought too much today and didn’t sell it all. This one’s on me.”

Old Tang didn’t take the bok choy from his hand, though.

He turned his head to glance at his stall and noticed there were still some bok choy on the ground.

After taking a drag on his cigarette, he finally said, “You’re left with so much; you can’t possibly give it all away.”

Ji Pianran chuckled.

“No problem, I’ve sold quite a bit today, and I’m tired. It’s time to head home.”

When Old Tang heard Ji Pianran was heading home, he looked incredulous.

“Brother, you’ve still got quite a lot here, you could earn a decent amount of money. If you don’t sell today’s vegetables, they won’t be fresh tomorrow.”

Those of us selling vegetables usually get fresh stock and sell out the same day.

Even if we don’t sell everything, we have our ways.

But to leave with unsold stock, this was the first time he had heard of it.

Ji Pianran shrugged helplessly.

“Old Tang, look around the market. Pretty much everyone has already bought my bok choy, to keep selling, I need buyers, right?”

On hearing this, Old Tang chuckled.

“Brother, you just don’t know yet. Look, wait another ten minutes or so, this morning market will wrap up, and we in Beiqiao Market mostly only sell in the mornings.”

“I’m going to tidy up a bit, and you can come with me. We’ll go to Southgate Market to sell in the afternoon; I reckon your bok choy will be all gone by then.”