Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 290: The Store’s Grand Opening and Booming Business (4)_1

Once the food is harvested from the lowlands and the terraced fields, we’ll classify it as second-rate grain. At that time, the price will be a bit cheaper than the grain from the "Space," but still slightly higher than other households’, making it affordable for ordinary people to buy and eat.

"Sister, what are you doing? Are we making our own meal in the shop at noon?" Seeing Mo Yan carry a wooden basin of rice toward the kitchen, Xin Er asked curiously.

As Mo Yan scooped water from a wooden bucket into the basin, she asked in return, "Do you think the rice our family eats is fragrant?"

"Fragrant!" Xin Er nodded without hesitation, "Even without any side dishes, I could eat two big bowls of plain rice! But sis, I’ve asked you many times, and you never tell me where you buy this rice."

"Haven’t I said it? Didn’t I tell you that I transform it using the ’Immortal Law’?" Mo Yan half-jokingly said while rinsing the rice grains in the basin with water.

"If you don’t want to tell me, then just don’t! Always fooling me with that, I’m not a three-year-old child, how could I be fooled!" Xin Er rolled her eyes, muttering with dissatisfaction, clearly not believing her sister was telling the truth.

Mo Yan was speechless. These days, telling the truth and not being believed.

After the rice had been washed twice and was clean, Mo Yan poured it into a wooden steamer for cooking rice, and instructed Xin Er, "Tell dad to carry the big stove to the front with Grandfather Li, set up a pot on top of it, add some water and heat it up. It’s time to steam the rice."

Xin Er, a bit puzzled, didn’t get a chance to ask more questions before running out.

Mo Qingze and Lizhong moved the big stove in front of the doorstep under the eaves, close to the wall so as not to block anyone’s path. Then they placed the large iron pot on top, filled it with water, covered it, and started the fire.

This act of the Mo Family attracted quite a bit of attention. They were meant to be selling grain in their shop, but this scene made it look as if they were selling dumplings on the street.

Mo Yan didn’t care about what others were thinking. Once the water in the pot started boiling, she directly placed the covered wooden steamer on top. Listening to the bubbling sounds in the pot, she estimated that in less than a quarter, the fragrance of the rice would begin to drift out.

The official opening was at the sixth quarter of the morning, and now it had already reached the fourth quarter of the morning. They were only waiting for the Liu Family, Punishing Shopkeeper, and others to arrive before setting off the firecrackers and unveiling the shop sign.

Soon after, the Liu Family was the first to arrive, with Mrs. Liu followed by Liu Tinglan. After a bit of small talk, Mo Yan received the congratulations gift from the Liu Family, welcomed the mother and daughter into a small room at the back of the shop specially set aside for guests, and served them with tea and refreshments.

This small room was originally meant for Lizhong to rest, but it was temporarily used to entertain guests.

Not long thereafter, Punishing Shopkeeper and Owner Mu from Mu’s Shop also came over with congratulatory gifts. By this time, the wooden steamer at the entrance was already emitting strands of rich rice aroma. As the scent dispersed with the breeze, it could be smelled halfway down the street, attracting many passersby to come over and ask.

"This way is good, just by smelling the fragrance of the rice, you can tell the rice is delicious! Just where does your rice come from, it’s really too fragrant."

As soon as he spoke, Punishing Shopkeeper regretted it. The source of this rice was a secret, and asking so bluntly could easily cause misunderstandings. Still, he knew that if his restaurant used this kind of rice, it would attract many customers.

Smelling the wafting aroma, Mo Yan seemed not to notice Punishing Shopkeeper’s discomfort, "It’s harvested from the countryside, maybe the soil and water there are good, so the rice is particularly fragrant. Next year, our family plans to grow this kind of rice too. If Punishing Shopkeeper needs some, feel free to haul it over."

"Haha, that’s good to hear! But, you’ll have to give me a better price," Punishing Shopkeeper laughed heartily, relieved that Mo Yan wasn’t offended, feeling reassured inside.

"Since we’re old acquaintances, the price is negotiable."