Chapter 1584: Chapter 1584: Tofu Pudding Goddess
Four smartphones, all the latest models, one for each of the four family members, even the 11-year-old Bradley Augustus has one!
Mr. Augustus and Mrs. Augustus are holding their chests in pain!
Daughter, this is not how money should be spent!
“Mom, Dad’s phones are too outdated, most apps can’t even be installed, and they crash every time I try.” Cherry justified, “It’s the information age now, having a smartphone means having access to information. If you don’t want to be left behind, you must have a phone!”
Mrs. Augustus looked worried, “But there’s no need to give one to Bradley, he’s still in elementary school…”
“All elementary school kids have phones nowadays!” Cherry said, “The younger they are, the less they should lose at the starting line. Phones can broaden Bradley’s horizons, and when he’s tired from homework, he can play some games and relax.”
Bradley Augustus timidly raised his hand: “Sister, the teacher doesn’t allow us to play games.”
Cherry widened her eyes at him, “Are you dumb? Just don’t let the teacher know!”
The honest and naive parents: “…”
The innocent and naive younger brother: “…”
Once Cherry had her phone, she started taking selfies.
Taking all kinds of pretty pictures—fresh-faced beauty, fair-skinned hills, smooth tofu pudding combining perfectly to form a beautiful scene.
Cheryl Augustus wasn’t the kind of striking beauty, her features were just delicate, but she had great skin, crystal-clear, as if she grew up in a pure oxygen environment, her tender skin untouched by ultraviolet rays or dust.
For this kind of girl, there’s a professional term: beauty fuel.
Cheryl Augustus started an online tofu pudding shop with her phone, using her beauty fuel image as a brand, she quickly ascended to become a popular store.
She no longer even needed a stall, just placed a QR code advertisement board next to her parents’ breakfast stand—scan to follow Little Sweet Cheryl’s Tofu Pudding Shop, order on your phone, freshly delivered!
The delivery business was so good, Mr. Augustus and Mrs. Augustus simply stopped making breakfast, they helped their daughter make tofu pudding at home all day.
Cherry found the business incredibly easy!
No need to worry about the purchase of raw materials;
No need to bother about how to make the tofu pudding smooth and sweet;
No need to concern herself with cost and labor expenditure;
She only needed to attract customers and come up with ideas, scouring the internet for regional delicacies for inspiration, then letting Mr. Augustus research and make them.
Under her daughter’s “coercion” and “exploitation,” Mr. Augustus developed a type of brown sugar tofu pudding, which Cherry named Palace’s Brown Sugar Bean Curd, and it became incredibly popular among college female students! She also established herself as the tofu pudding goddess, marking a new high in her career! (^o^)
To thank her fans, Cherry spared no effort in creating new products.
She’s added mint to tofu pudding, added popping candy, added cat’s paw marshmallow, even added bird’s nest!
Enter the online shop to see a motto: We don’t sell tofu pudding, we sell fresh style~
Six months later, the Augustus Family moved out of their alley house, into a three-bedroom, two-hall apartment with an elevator.
Of course, it wasn’t purchased, as Clearwater City’s house prices were still high, but at the rate Cherry was earning, they should be able to buy a new house by next year at the latest.
In September, the lingering heat of summer had not yet dissipated, the air was still filled with dryness.
On the bus the seats were all taken, Cherry tightly gripped the handrail, trying hard to balance herself with the swaying of the bus.
She thought silently to herself: Should I save up for a car?
But she couldn’t drive, nor did she want to endure the hassle of learning at driving school, and if she bought a car, who would drive it? Dad needed to make tofu pudding every day, if he went to drive, it would definitely severely affect sales!
As she was pondering, she suddenly felt someone brush against her chest.
Cherry was taken aback, she turned her head and saw an uncle standing solemnly next to her, staring intently out the window, looking straight ahead.
Cherry withdrew her gaze, suspicious.
The bus swayed again, and that middle-aged man seemed to lose his balance, leaning against her!
Cherry’s eyes widened: “Uncle! Are you okay?!”