"Lao Ding, where is there a place to sell small fish fry or shrimp fry around here?" After Lin Zeng successfully exchanged the bubble crystal source body for the miniature ecological water bubble, he opened his eyes and asked Ding Zheng, who was driving. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Huh?" I don't quite understand why the boss who went to the airport suddenly asked about the fish fry, but Ding Zheng thought about it and said, "There is a farmer's market near here, and there are often fresh small marine fish and live shrimp for sale, and my wife often buys some back and deep-fried them." ”

"Will it be far away?" The two hundred units of bubbles are primary crystal source bodies, and the exchange is not a plant, but a hundred miniature ecological water bubbles. Lin Zeng thought of this special bubble plant, and he couldn't help but want to give it a try.

"It's not far, it's quite a good way, go in and buy it, and spend about ten minutes more." Ding Zheng estimated the time and said with a smile. The boss took the initiative to talk to him, and his energy was lifted up throughout the chatterbox. "It's a big town near Sanya City, and most of our wives and children have settled there. ”

"How old are your children? You work in Danube Mountain, it's not convenient to take care of your family, right?" Lin Zeng listened to Ding Zheng chatting and asked with concern.

"My child is the oldest, and he is already in kindergarten, so he can't go to Danube with me. But boss, you give me a lot of leave, I can go back two days a week, more than when I was a soldier before, and when I ran transportation last year, I took care of my family. Ding Zhengle talked about his own affairs.

Lin Zeng listened to him chatter with great interest, and in a blink of an eye he arrived at the small farmer's market that Ding Zheng said.

After parking the car, Ding Zheng accompanied Lin Zeng into the somewhat cold market, which was not the peak period for purchasing, and the vendors from all walks of life were diligently sorting out the goods on the stalls. A wide variety of varieties, although the number is not much, it is fresh and looks more down-to-earth.

Compared with the European markets depicted in many literary and artistic works, these farmers' markets in China also seem to have their own characteristics.

Walking past the vegetable stalls, from time to time there are busy vendors greeting each other in awkward Mandarin, but Lin Zeng and Ding Zheng are heading to the market for aquatic products inside.

Sure enough, as Ding Zheng said, Lin Zeng saw at a glance the live shrimp raised in a plastic bucket, which was not big, but suitable for fried shrimp cakes. Jiang painting has been done twice, and Lin Zeng has eaten it with a fragrant mouth, and he has a deep memory since then.

Not much to say, Lin Zeng didn't bargain, and directly asked the old uncle who bought aquatic products to get a big plastic bag, and put the shrimp with water into the plastic bag.

A plastic bag containing half a bag of water, round and bulging, with small active blue-gray shrimp seedlings scurrying around in fright.

The wrinkled old grandfather, who rarely met a good guest, smiled from ear to ear, and repeatedly said that they would come often.

Lin Zeng saw that behind this old grandfather, an old woman who was about sixty years old and had a weathered face, holding an awl in her hand, pried out the oysters one by one from the hard shell, and her movements were skillful.

"These oysters that haven't been opened, help me get a few. Lin Zeng thought of the happy appearance of Red Tsai and Isaac picking up oysters on the beach before, and couldn't help but say.

The old grandfather was surprised that Lin had bought unopened oysters, and persuaded him: "Today's wild oysters are very fresh, they are all freshly opened, and it will be troublesome for you to buy unopened oysters and take them back." ”

"It's okay, just give me a few, I'm not using them to eat, there are other uses. Of course, Lin Zeng wouldn't want those oysters that had been pried off their shells.

In the end, the old grandfather, who sold aquatic products, did not accept Lin Zeng's money for oysters, but gave Lin Zeng a few bulky oysters. It seems to be a lot of portions, but in fact, it doesn't make much oyster meat.

Lin Zeng bought live shrimp and oysters, but did not find fresh small live fish, Lin Zeng was not reluctant, anyway, after arriving in Beijing, it was also very convenient to buy fish fry.

"Boss," Ding Zheng couldn't help but ask, "You're going to take a plane nowhere, how do you buy these things and take them with you?"

Lin Zeng glanced at him, didn't answer, handed the live shrimp and oysters to Ding Zheng, and said an irrelevant topic: "Carry, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

When Lin Zeng came back from the bathroom, he had an extra white eco-friendly bag in his hand, stuffed with something in it, and then ordered Ding Zheng to continue on his way.

Ding Zheng sent Lin Zeng to the airport gate, and was about to park the car to help the boss carry the luggage in.

Lin Zeng didn't let him continue to send it in. He carried the live shrimp and oysters he bought in one hand, and took the small suitcase with the other, shook his head, and said to Ding Zheng: "I can go in by myself, you can just go back to see your wife and children on the way." By the way, I have prepared a gift for the child, I hope he will like it. ”

After Lin Zeng finished speaking, he pushed his suitcase and walked into the airport.

Ding Zheng watched Lin Zeng's back disappear, and then he smirked twice, feeling from the bottom of his heart that the boss he would meet was really good.

He returned to the base pickup truck, remembered what his boss had said before leaving, and his eyes fell on the white eco-bag in the back seat.

A gift from the boss to his son?

What could it be?

Ding Zhengke was curious. He twisted and raised his hand, scooped up the white plastic bag from the back seat, and opened it to take a look.

What is a gift for a child?

Cute fluffy dolls, delicate cars, or puzzle game bricks?

These common answers are 108,000 miles away from what Ding Zheng saw.

He took out the contents of the white bag, his eyes widened, and he studied the strange thing in his hand with full of amazement.

Judging by his cognitive common sense, this gadget should be a potted plant.

However, he had never seen such a special bonsai.

The potted plant is planted in an ordinary brick-red plastic pot, the plastic pot is not large, about twelve or thirteen centimeters in diameter, but the plant planted in the pot completely subverts Ding Zheng's common sense.

There is no soil present in the pot, but rather a crystalline tube the size of an ordinary straw.

On top of the pot, there is a plant that looks like a balloon.

A branch as transparent as glass, straight as a rod, with a colorless ball at the top, about the size of a dragon fruit, doesn't it look like a balloon sold by a street vendor?

If it weren't for the faintly sparkling sparkling in the transparent ball, seven or eight crystal clear little green shrimp playing leisurely, swaying their thin whiskers, and their claws flamboyant, Ding Zheng would definitely think that Lin Zeng had sent a strange potted balloon to his son.

However, the little green shrimp who were comfortable in the transparent ball were like the live shrimp that he and Lin had bought at the old man's aquatic stall an hour ago!

Just as Ding Zheng was staring at the strange shrimp potted plant in his hand with a confused expression, a message prompt came from WeChat on his mobile phone, pulling Ding Zheng, who was in a daze, back to his senses.

When I took out my mobile phone, I saw that it was the news of Lin Zeng who walked into the airport.