Her tone sounded very reluctant.

Cao Zhenghu listened to the voices coming from the yard, and he thought to himself that Mengmeng is such a good child.

In the evening, they used fruit wood to burn firewood and cooked mutton in a large iron pot.

Cao Jianguo and Wang Yuelan also thought about adding aniseed, pepper, green onion, ginger and other condiments to remove the fishy smell as usual, but they were stopped by Cao Shujie. He said: "Dad, I just learned a new technique."

, you don’t need to put any of these things, just sprinkle a pinch of salt.”

Hearing what their son said, the old couple felt a little suspicious.

Wang Yuelan also said: "The mutton is so tangy that if we don't add seasonings and onions and ginger, we can't cover it up at all."

"Mom, listen to me, you can do it!" Cao Shujie said confidently.

Wang Yuelan was dubious, but Cao Jianguo still chose to believe his son. He thought that if it didn't work, he could always cover up the smell by sprinkling minced green onion and ginger after it was cooked.

But in fact, when the pot of mutton was cooked, Cao Shujie took out some meat from the pot and cut it into small pieces for his family to eat.

"How is it?" Cao Shujie asked them.

I saw his grandfather, father, mother and wife eating all the time and never stopped.

Even after Mengmeng ate a piece of fatter meat and then another piece of meat, the smile on Cao Shujie's face became even brighter.

Adilijiang's method of stewing mutton makes sense.

He was still thinking about Adilijiang saying that beef stew could also be stewed in this way, and he thought about buying some good beef another day and bringing it back to try.

Obviously, their family could not digest a whole sheep. When his parents went back to rest at night, Cao Shujie packed a lot of mutton in plastic bags for them to take back.

Father Cao Jianguo also said: "Shujie, I will go to your uncle's house tomorrow and send some to your uncle and them."

"Okay!" Cao Shujie looked at the remaining half of the pot of mutton. If he didn't give it away and kept it all for himself, he would probably vomit in the end.

After my parents left, grandpa went to rest.

Mengmeng didn't take a lunch break during the day today, so she felt sleepy early.

After Cheng Xiaolin put her daughter to sleep first, the couple chatted in the small room outside.

Cheng Xiaolin told her husband about her contact with the vehicle.

Cao Shujie said: "This time, eight 20-foot standard containers will come over. We will start loading the containers today and load them onto the train tomorrow."

"The next batch will be loaded into containers and shipped in 5 days."

Cheng Xiaolin understood, and she said: "Then I'll just contact the 8 Liang consignment truck first, right?" Cheng Xiaolin said.

"Well, that's enough." Cao Shujie told her, "Each container contains 30 tons of apples."

Thinking of this, Cao Shujie went to take out the remaining apples from his luggage bag, washed one and handed it to his wife: "Try it, it's worse than the ones we grow ourselves, but it tastes better than ordinary apples."

Much better.”

Cheng Xiaolin took a bite with the skin on. After tasting it carefully, she said, "It's really good. It's very crispy, very sweet, and has enough moisture."

Then he turned the apple around and said, "It looks good, so you shouldn't have to worry about selling it."

"I'll just shoot a few videos in the past few days and upload them first." Cheng Xiaolin felt a lot of pressure on her shoulders when she thought that her husband had rounded up all the remaining 800 tons of apples in Adilijiang.

Cao Shujie could feel the pressure in his wife's heart. He said, "I will contact Nie Bin later and ask him if he wants it."

"You really want to be a second-rate dealer." Cheng Xiaolin looked at her husband with strange eyes, not knowing what to say to him.

Cao Shujie didn't care, he said: "As long as you can make money."

"This is 800 tons of apples. How long will it take if we just sell them ourselves?"

"Besides, if the market here is big and these 800 tons of apples are not enough, we can continue to look for other fruit farmers in Changji to purchase." Cao Shujie said.

There is a saying called small profits but quick turnover, but this does not mean that you cannot make money.

On the contrary, just like Cao Shujie and Adilijiang are fighting for a few cents when bargaining, when the number gets bigger, these few cents are also a lot of money.

Cheng Xiaolin finally understood her husband's plan this time. She said, "Boss Nie is really unlucky to meet you."

"Who said that he was lucky to meet me?" Cao Shujie shook his head: "Honey, let me tell you the truth, even if he only makes a few cents in profit per pound, he still makes a lot of money. Do you believe it?"

"Sleep, who has time to settle accounts every day?" Cheng Xiaolin was too lazy to settle accounts.

She turned around and walked slowly towards the bedroom, still muttering in her mind: "Eight steps, seven steps...five steps..."

Before it returned to zero, she felt her body being lifted up from behind by a force. Her body instantly lost weight, which made her panic subconsciously. Her hands dropped down, and after grabbing her husband's clothes, she didn't dare to let go.
Chapter completed!