Quick Wear: The Vicious Female Supporting Character Starts to Make Trouble in the Period Literature

Chapter 35

Yu Zhu felt that she was not a picky eater, and she ate apricots now to sell them, so she ate an apricot with a spirit of self-sacrifice.

The sour taste of the apricot after biting it stimulated the taste buds and made the teeth crisp. Yu Zhu rubbed his unbearably sour cheeks a few times and understood why no one bought it.

After buying such sour apricots, people who don’t particularly like sour food or those in special circumstances really can’t eat them.

It turns out that gluttonous eaters are also picky eaters!

Seeing Yu Zhu's face, the guests also knew that the apricot tasted bad, so they couldn't help being glad they didn't eat it just now.

Mu Jing handed over the water she brought from the hut, "rinse your mouth."

After drinking a few sips of water, the sour taste was diluted, and Yu Zhu felt better. She secretly dragged this kind of apricot into the small dark room, so she didn't want to eat it anymore.

"Apricots are very sour, and most people can't accept the acidity." She expressed her feelings.

Cai Jixun and the others frowned, they thought the apricots would be easy to sell.

But the people here seem to be older, or they don't pay much attention to the entertainment industry. They have been on the street for almost half an hour, and no one recognizes them.

You can't use this face to sell apricots. These apricots are still sour. It may be difficult to sell them all.

"Teacher Cai, let's go look elsewhere? See if we can sell them separately." Qin Wenyuan suggested.

It’s okay if they can’t sell it normally, but now they still owe the program group 30 yuan, and they haven’t settled down for dinner yet, so they can’t sell apricots anyway.

Cai Jixun thought about it for a while and decided that it would be feasible to sell them separately. If it doesn't work here, what if the other side can be sold, it's better than waiting here.

After talking, the two went to find other places where they could set up a stall. After a while, they came back and poured out half of the apricots to the vegetable market they found, planning to sell them there.

After leaving two seniors with much higher qualifications than him, Zhao Junjie obviously relaxed a lot. Seeing that no one came to buy apricots, he even offered to say that he could dance to attract customers.

Seeing Zhao Junjie brushing his hair confidently, this standard idol face somehow felt greasy, Mu Jing paused.

"Do I need to lend you a mobile phone from the program group to play music?"

Playing music to dance, isn't it a disguised proof that his professional ability is not up to standard?Zhao Junjie shook his head.

"No, since the program team has collected the phone, they must abide by the program rules."

Fans who were watching the live broadcast heard the words of idols, and immediately proudly brushed up their idols as a group dancer, with excellent singing and dancing barrage, and said that Zhao Junjie's dance will definitely attract many customers, and sell all the apricots Light.

Yu Zhu was not interested in watching the dance, so he touched his stomach and wanted to eat something else to comfort his injured taste buds.

After she helped a busy ramen shop pull dozens of bowls of noodles, she ate a large bowl of ramen instead.

Going back to the place where the stall was set up, Zhao Junjie was panting and drinking water. There were still many beads of sweat on her head. It seemed that she had been dancing since she left.

"Where have you been, Ah Zhu?" Seeing Yu Zhu's return, Mu Jing's eyes lit up.

Zhao Junjie danced for a long time, but no one came to buy apricots, but there were quite a few people who regarded them as monkeys.

There was even a little boy who threw a few coins at them, which made Mu Jing dig her toes in embarrassment.

She also noticed that these people didn't recognize Zhao Junjie, a member of the popular boy group, and there was a bias in aesthetics. It's a ghost that hip-hop dancing can attract customers.

"I went to eat a bowl of ramen, did anyone come to buy apricots just now?"

Xingzi is related to the luxurious hot pot at night, Yu Zhu still cares about it.

Mu Jing shook her head in distress, "I asked just now, there are a lot of this kind of apricots here, and because of the weather this year, they are not as sweet as in previous years, so they can't be sold at a higher price."

"Then shall we lower the price?" Yu Zhushun asked.

But what she was thinking was that these sour apricots might not be able to sell for a few catties even if the price was reduced, but they would still sell a little at the maternity hospital, and it would be difficult to sell them here.

But the taste is not good, maybe we can start from other aspects, so that customers come to buy willingly.

After resting for a while, Zhao Junjie, who recovered after hearing the word "price reduction", felt a little bit stuck, and was shocked by what happened during the performance just now, and said with a bit of anger.

"The apricots we have worked so hard to sell are sold at a reduced price. I am so sorry for our labor. Wait a little longer, and I will try singing again."

He is still a big VOCAL, he doesn't believe it anymore, he can't dance, and singing can't resonate and attract customers.

Yu Zhu looked at this unyielding young man, rubbed his chin and blinked to suggest.

"I heard the owner of the ramen restaurant hum a song just now. He said that this song is the most popular here. Would you like to sing it as the Romans do?"

Everyone knows that the success rate of singing is higher, and he is very confident in his voice, and his singing is definitely much better than that ramen boss.

So Zhao Junjie thought for a while, and then asked Yu Zhu if he still remembered how to sing that song.

Yu Zhu, who has a good memory, happily helped him. Not only did he repeat the song, but he also borrowed the paper and pen from the nearby printing shop to write down the lyrics.

Zhao Junjie finally realized that this is a very rural folk song: "..."

He, who loves beans a lot, wants to sing such a country song one day? !
Zhao Junjie grasped the lyrics, with a cold face, he could imagine how he would be hacked by his opponent after singing this song.

"This song is a bit special, it's okay if you don't sing it, let's think of another way."

Mu Jing can also understand Zhao Junjie's idol burden. If she is asked to sing this kind of folk song, she won't be able to sing it for a while.

Seeing someone stepping down the steps for him, Zhao Junjie's heart sank, and he didn't want to embarrass himself anymore, but seeing Yu Zhu's expectant eyes was the same as the eyes his countless fans looked at him.

Zhao Junjie closed his eyes, pinched the paper to review the tune, and finally sang.

This folk song is indeed quite famous here, and it is a must-have song for blind dates during the Chinese New Year. When Zhao Junjie sang it, a few people who were shopping around gathered around.

Seeing that the one who sang was still a handsome guy, more people gathered around him.

And Zhao Junjie saw that there were more people watching these people dancing than himself, and his mood was a little complicated.

But the last resistance was gone, and the voice became louder, with the momentum of local residents singing in antiphonal style.

After the folk song sang for a round, Yu Zhu saw that the audience was there, but these people came to watch the excitement, and no one took a look at Xingzi. After she turned her head to discuss with Mu Jing, Mu Jing showed an indescribable expression. Made a banner.

It says so.

[Buy five catties of apricots and test whether couples are connected for free]

Zhao Junjie sang blind date folk songs, and Yu Zhu's couple test, isn't it very suitable for the occasion?
Jing Mujing didn't want to talk about it, but after seeing the banner, people who listened to the folk songs and gathered around to watch the fun came to ask.

"Are you accurate? I don't think you seem to be in love."

For the guests who let her have a good meal, Yu Zhu gave them a warm smile like a spring breeze, even if he was questioned, he would curl his mouth.

(End of this chapter)