Getting Sick (Sweet)

Koukou ate less than half a bowl of carrot fish purée, then refused to open his mouth no matter how they coaxed him. Xu Han knew he had eaten enough, so she took out the crawling mat and let him crawl on the floor.

Koukou had already learned to crawl a little. Xu Han had bought a soft, warm crawling mat, and whenever she was busy, she let Koukou crawl around on it by himself.

If someone teased him and waited on the other side with a little toy, he would happily wriggle his tightly bundled little body over. Every time he crawled a short distance, he would let out a silly, triumphant laugh. He was especially adorable.

Yuan Yuan went to tease Koukou. Watching her villain son get along so well with the male lead, Xu Han felt conflicted. It should have been a story of brotherly affection and mutual respect—so why did they end up turning against each other?

Sigh, wasn't it all the author's doing?

Getting Sick (Sweet)

The farmhouse restaurant owner tried Xu Han's method, and the fresh vegetables and fruit really did sell well. Her earnings also rose rapidly. Seeing how happily she was making money, Xu Han began negotiating the price with her.

Boss Cai had assumed that, at most, Xu Han would sell at market price. Instead, Xu Han named a price forty percent higher than the market rate, as though she intended to earn back everything she had lost to Boss Cai before.

At that price, even someone as stingy as Boss Cai had to think it over. Even ordinary customers who were not particularly tightfisted would hesitate, unless they ran into someone like Tan Yue, who had money to spare.

But Xu Han refused to reduce the price by even a cent. Seeing this, Boss Cai had originally wanted to use the same trick again and wait for Xu Han to call and offer concessions. But Xu Han had more leverage this time, so she simply did not deliver anything the next morning.

"Little sister, you're being too unreasonable," Boss Cai called Xu Han late that morning to complain. "I have a whole pile of customers waiting to eat here. What am I supposed to do if you act like this?"

Xu Han said coolly, "Boss Cai, I told you before: rare goods are valuable. I believe that even if you searched every village in this entire Town, you would not find a second supplier like me. I believe they're worth this price, and I believe your profit margin is substantial. Think it over."

Boss Cai pondered for a moment before saying painfully, "Twenty percent higher, all right? At forty percent, what am I supposed to eat? Wouldn't I just be working entirely for you?"

"Boss Cai, I don't think you understand what I mean. If you're calling to haggle, then there's no need for us to continue this conversation. Think it through, then call me again."

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't hang up."

"Mhm. Go ahead."

"Wait a moment." As Boss Cai spoke, the other end went silent, though noisy button presses could be heard. Xu Han knew she was using a calculator to work out the price, so she patiently waited while she calculated for quite a while.

"Fine," Boss Cai said in a tone as mournful as though someone had cut off a piece of her flesh. "We'll go with the price you suggested, but I want exclusive rights to sell your family's vegetables. You can't sell them to anyone else in Town for resale, and you can't sell them yourself either."

Xu Han thought about it briefly. Given her current situation, she definitely could not keep selling fresh produce herself. If the farmhouse restaurant really sold well, she would already be earning plenty from it, so she might as well give Boss Cai the rights.

Still, Xu Han kept a card up her sleeve. She only agreed to give Boss Cai exclusive rights to fresh vegetables and fruit, not dried fruit and vegetable snacks.

Boss Cai did not have the means to sell dried fruit and vegetable snacks anyway, so the two of them settled the matter like that.

With the farmhouse restaurant as an outlet, far fewer vegetables in Xu Han's garden plots would finally rot away. Otherwise, seeing so many vegetables and fruits spoil would have broken her heart. They were all the fruits of her labor, after all.

The only problem was delivery. It was the depths of winter, and school was already out, so there was no demand for vegetables from there.

But the farmhouse restaurant was over half an hour away by electric scooter from their village to Town. No matter how warmly she wrapped up, delivering vegetables early in the morning was especially miserable and cold.

And the farmhouse restaurant wanted a great deal. Xu Han asked around the village, but there were only two tricycles in the village, and neither was available for deliveries. She could hire a small truck, but the price they quoted was outrageously high. They said it was nearly New Year's, so prices had gone up.

Even small trucks had holiday travel surcharges. Xu Han was impressed.

Xu Han silently clutched her little wallet tighter. If she hired a truck, most of the money she earned from supplying vegetables to the school each month would end up in the truck driver's pocket.

Then she thought that she only had two garden plots of vegetables. If they sold well, everything would be gone in just a few days anyway. She might as well deliver them herself on her electric scooter.

Xu Han decided to make two trips a day. She placed leafy greens in the front footwell, then strapped radishes, melons, and fruit to the back. The scooter would be piled full, but one trip would drain its battery, and it needed eight or nine hours to recharge. She had no choice but to deliver radishes, melons, fruit, and other things that did not spoil easily at night, then deliver leafy greens and other perishables in the morning.

But after only one day of deliveries, Xu Han came down with a cold. In the morning, her throat had only hurt a little, and she thought she had gotten overheated, so she drank some herbal tea. By the afternoon, though, her whole body began to ache, and Xu Han realized she was getting sick.

Xu Han was worried that breastfeeding might pass it on to the child through her milk, and she did not dare take medicine carelessly. She planned to visit a clinic in Town that night while delivering vegetables, have a doctor take a look, and get some medicine.

"Are you sure you can do this? You're still delivering them yourself?"

That afternoon, Grandma Qiao went to the fields with Xu Han to harvest the vegetables. Seeing Xu Han constantly break out in cold sweat, she asked worriedly.

Xu Han took a sip from her thermos and said, "I should be fine. I'll make one delivery tonight. If I feel worse tomorrow, I'll ask a small truck driver to help for a few days. After that, we'll buy a tricycle ourselves."

Grandma Qiao had watched Xu Han grow step by step into who she was today, and her heart ached for her. She nodded. "We really should buy a tricycle. Going back and forth twice like this is too exhausting."

Xu Han smiled. "What's tiring about riding? Plenty of people work harder than I do."

In the village, they were already among those who made money most easily. Their vegetables grew well, and they had broad sales channels. Other families worked from sunrise to sunset, spending ten hours in the fields every day, yet still earned nowhere near half as much as they did.

The two of them packed the vegetables into baskets, carried them to the roadside, stuffed them into sacks, and then tied them onto the electric scooter.

Xu Han gritted her teeth and made two trips delivering vegetables. Wiping away the cold sweat seeping from her forehead, she panted, "Grandma, I'll rest for a while. There are still two trips left—please move them."

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