"Jingle bell, jingle bell—" A screeching phone rang in a deadly frame. A plain white little hand stretched out from the quilt, touched it left and right, grabbed the phone and took back the quilt, and pressed the call button without opening his eyes.

"Niu'er, get up quickly, my sister is downstairs at your house. Sure enough, it was Ouyang Jinxiu's loud voice.

"Don't you have the key, come up by yourself, I'll squint for a while. Half-confused voice.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps, and the lock was unscrewed, "Niu, do you miss your sister?" A bear pounced, Song Jian'er felt a big mountain pressing on her body, and couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

"You're more restrained. With one hand, he pushed away the head that was rubbing wildly on her neck, "Get up, you pig, you're going to crush me when you're dead." ”

"How can there be, people haven't reached 95 pounds yet, people are standard figures, do you hear standard figures?"

"Got it, you're saying it's far from the standard weight of 270 pounds, right? ”

"Ah~, you actually compare your sister to a young pig, look at your sister's five-clawed dragon. ”

"Ah~" Ouyang Jinxiu's magic hand happened to grab Song Jian'er's itchy flesh, causing a scream. Then he fought back hard, and the two rolled into a ball on the bed.

"Get up, preserved egg and lean porridge. "Sacrifice a trick.

Get up, look expectant. Sure enough, food is the most irresistible temptation for foodies. Ouyang Jinxiu incarnated as the cutest puppy, with shining star eyes, and when he was about to pounce on Song Jian'er again, he was nodded on his forehead by a magic hand and couldn't take another half step. The starry eyes immediately watered.

"Reload, reload is the Guilin rice noodles at the door. "Sure enough, it was vicious, but the effect was remarkable, and the splendid beauty instantly returned to normal.

"Preserved eggs should be large, shallots should not be white......" blurted out a series of requirements. The saliva control zhì can't stop rotting, you must know that Song Jian'er's cooking skills are a must, Jian'er has an unknown problem, that is, she is extremely picky eater, and she grew up in an orphanage since she was a child, how to make food that can satisfy her under limited conditions has become Jian'er's goal, plus the part-time job stealing teacher has made Jian'er practice a good cooking skill that is full of praise.

"I know, I still have to put a big bowl to cool, and a small bowl for your eldest lady to enjoy, right? It's really not up to you, and it's a lot more demanding. ”

"Sister wants to show her hand, as long as you can rest assured. The big thorn replied stingingly. Jane's head is full of black lines, forget it, let this kitchen killer get it by himself, salt and sugar are not distinguished, it is a trivial matter, I am afraid that her eldest lady will also burn the kitchen with her hands, this is a precedent to follow. The small citizens who rent houses can't afford to hurt!

"Ah~, sure enough, it's still Jane's baby preserved egg and lean porridge that is deeply heartfelt!"

"I can't stop your mouth if I have to eat, hurry up, or I'll eat at noon and go again." "Pouting, but this porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat is really delicious, the meat and tender egg Q porridge is thick but not greasy, plus the fragrance of shallots, it is worthy of Miss Ben's handwriting, absolutely delicious!

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By the time the two of them finished breakfast and came to the thrift market, it was already half past ten in the morning. The market is already crowded. The market was founded spontaneously in the early 60's, and at first it was just bartering with each other, and then it slowly developed into a comprehensive market integrating a flower and bird market, a thrift market, and an antique market. The little white-collar workers who play with some trinkets, and the old cadres who have retired at home like to come and take a look.

Ouyang Jinxiu pulled Song Jian'er into the crowd. To say, although Ouyang Jinxiu is not very old, but it can be regarded as an old worm in the antique shop, Jinxiu's grandfather's family was also a big family before the liberation, the scholarly heirloom, and even the old man stayed abroad, during the Liberation War, the old man with a fiery patriotic heart regardless of the opposition of his family resolutely returned to China to participate in the revolution. On the battlefield, he accumulated great military exploits after several life and death, wore a high hat and lived in a cowshed during the special period, but in the end he was lucky to be rehabilitated. Retired in his later years and went home to pick up his previous hobbies, Jinxiu can be said to have grown up in his grandfather's antique pile in addition to harming the world with a group of half-grown children, so he has developed a pair of fiery eyes.

In addition to the shops on both sides of the market, there are also many small stalls on the spacious street, and each small vendor places his goods on the ground according to the customary rules. There are those who sell old books and newspapers, those who carve bronze roots, and those who have ancient coins and pearls...... It's all kinds and all-encompassing, and it can be said that only you can't think of it, and you can't buy it without it.

In recent years, with the improvement of people's living standards, the four words of Shengshi antiques have gradually entered the hearts of the people, especially when there is nothing to do, I will watch treasure appreciation programs, listen to expert lectures, and even buy a few books to figure out by myself. This has also created chaos in the antique market, and it is good to have ten true and nine false, but I am afraid that a stall will be a real fishing product.

Although Ouyang Jinxiu grew up in the antique pile, she also understands how deep the water is in this industry, pays attention to a deep foundation, sees more, listens more, and buys less, even so she did not pay less tuition, but Jinxiu is also very restrained, and she should buy a happy one, and her good attitude has also allowed her to pick up a few small leaks.

With this kind of casual look, relaxation and relaxation, Jinxiu pulled Song Jian'er from this stall to that stall from time to time, and listened to the vendors who set up the stalls talk about the ancients, and they were also happy. Maybe I saw two beautiful little girls, and the hawkers also showed unprecedented patience, anyway, those who do this business eat by mouth, and they are happy to tease the little girl and talk about the mountains. There is no impatience with the behavior of the two little girls who only look at and do not buy. I walked to noon like this, and I felt a little tired.

"Girl, go, sister, please spicy hot. "This Malatang in the market is also a little famous, the soup is very popular, as a standard foodie, every time Jinxiu visits the thrift market, I can't help but come to a big bowl. Carrying Song Jian'er's hand, as soon as he turned around, he was about to set off with a wave of his hand.

Bang, Jinxiu's raised hand just hit something.

Song Jian'er was startled, and hurriedly turned around to see that the ground was sprinkled with a bunch of trinkets, and a middle-aged woman about forty years old was hurriedly cleaning up. Song Jian'er and Jinxiuzui apologized repeatedly, and hurriedly helped to clean it up, the trinkets were not worth anything, but they were not afraid of the taboo of the melon field and plum.

When Song Jian'er's hand swept over a wooden hairpin that looked very simple, suddenly a palpitation went straight to the bottom of her heart, and every cell in her whole body was clamoring to leave it as if she had been electrocuted.

"Jian'er, are you okay?" Finding that Song Jian'er's face was wrong, Jinxiu hurriedly asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's just that I was a little dizzy all of a sudden," Song Jian'er tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a far-fetched smile, "Sister, this wooden hairpin is full of special." ”

The woman glanced at it, "Yes, it's just right to tie your hair in the summer, sister, it just so happens that I have something to go back early, and I won't put it in the afternoon, if you like it, it's cheap for you, 20 yuan." "Middle-aged women sell enthusiastically out of professional habits.

"How can it be so expensive as 20, now the new cloisonné is only 15, this kind of wood is still called 20, 8 yuan is not sold, anyway, you closed the stall, sell one piece. Although she was clamoring to keep this hairpin, out of the instinct of the little citizen, Song Jian'er still began to bargain.

"Okay, okay, let's bring one for you, I'm in a hurry to leave, so I'll give it to you cheaply." The middle-aged woman remembered that this hairpin was turned out of the corner when she cleaned up the ancestral house yesterday, and it looked good when she washed it with water, and nodded without spending a penny.

After seeing that the silver and goods were cleared, Jinxiu grabbed Song Jian'er's hand and killed Malatang directly.

"Why did you buy that, you don't need your half-long hair. Jinxiu asked inarticulate while biting on the fragrant hot vegetables in her mouth.

"It's nothing, I just like it, anyway, my hair grows fast, and it's just right to use it in a month or two. Song Jian'er replied casually, it's not that she can't believe Jinxiu, it's just that the sudden feeling is a little suspenseful, and she is afraid that Jinxiu is worried when she says it, so it is better to buy a gadget she likes.