On the third day of school, the sun was shining.

But good weather isn't a good condition to be refreshed.

Like the vast majority of students, Xiang Zihao was not fully capable and recovered from post-holiday syndrome in less than a week after the summer vacation ended. When he got up in the morning, he felt like he was dead, and when he finished washing up and went out with his school bag, he was still in a half-dead state. On the way to school, he obviously felt very hungry, but he didn't have any appetite, and he had been struggling along the road whether to eat or not, and when he unconsciously walked to the west entrance of the back alley of the eighteenth middle school, he suddenly stopped.

Last semester, because of the demolition of the back alley, Xiang Zihao was used to going to school through the main road, and it was only today that he suddenly remembered that the back alley of the 18th Middle School had been renovated. And the reason why he could suddenly remember this was because yesterday he heard his classmates mention that Qin Feng's kebab shop is now selling breakfast again, although he doesn't know whether it's true or not, and he can't talk about what he wants to eat, but the curiosity in his heart prompted Xiang Zihao to turn into the alley.

The west entrance of the alley is actually still an alley, Xiang Zihao is turning around in the alley, the closer he gets to the back alley of the eighteenth middle school, the more huge the flow of people is, obviously the people walking the path around are all converging in this direction.

"It's hard to open a store in this place if you don't want to make money......" Xiang Zihao thought to himself, but he admired Qin Feng a little. Listening to Huo Hanwei, Qin Feng's shop business is good, he can earn two or three hundred thousand a year, although his family is a double worker, but the income on the surface is not so high, and the combined salary of his parents should be about 200,000 a year. As for the other benefits, that's another story. Anyway, Xiang Zihao felt that he would do it instead. If you want to earn two or three hundred thousand yuan a year, you shouldn't be able to do it.

Walking to the back alley of the eighteenth middle school, Xiang Zihao heard a familiar melody from a distance.

It was the theme song of "Slam Dunk", and the rhythm was quite uplifting.

Xiang Zihao couldn't help but hum along with a completely non-standard pronunciation, and took a few steps forward. I saw the whole picture of the west side of Qinfeng's kebab shop. Two temporary plastic shed boxes, a newly built illegal house, a spiral staircase on the side of the rooftop, and tables and chairs looming on the rooftop.

"Yo, that's a good job!" complimented Zihao, and then followed the crowd forward, passing through the long row of open doors in front of the kebab shop. It was not hot in the morning, and the heat insulation curtains behind the store were all open at this time, and Xiang Zihao looked into the house. The room was full of people eating. He was secretly surprised by the business in Qin Feng's shop, and the moment he turned around the entire row of shop doors and walked to the east side of the kebab shop, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

"Damn...... Do you want to be so hot?!" Xiang Zihao muttered.

The tables on the east side of the kebab shop had all been moved away, and the venue seemed empty. Along the fence of the alley, three large open tents have been erected here, from left to right. In order, there are those who sell rice balls, and those who sell pancakes. and soy milk and tofu brain. Xiang Zihao stood stupidly for five or six seconds, and was wondering what the situation was, when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder, Xiang Zihao turned his head and saw that it was Qin Feng, and suddenly seemed to have found an organization. Grinning and asking, "What's going on with you here?"

Qin Feng asked rhetorically, "Will you sit here and eat or take it away?"

Xiang Zihao's mind couldn't turn, "Is there a difference?"

"Sit here and eat, just go into the store and sit down and shout, I'll send you something, if you pack it......" Qin Feng stretched out his hand and pointed at the cash register. "You go to the cashier to order and pay, then you get a menu and line up to get breakfast. ”

"Oh......" Xiang Zihao nodded suddenly in realization, and was about to ask Qin Feng a few more words, when someone in the room suddenly shouted: "Boss, how much?!"

Qin Feng hurriedly left Xiang Zihao and hurriedly ran towards the main hall.

"Isn't it troublesome to do this?" Xiang Zihao held back half a sentence in his stomach, then thought about it, and walked towards the front desk as Qin Feng said. The front desk was surrounded by many people, Xiang Zihao waited for a long time to squeeze in, and when he arrived, he looked up at Wang Yanmei, first he was stunned for 2 seconds when his mother-lover complex was serious, and when Wang Yanmei asked him what he wanted for the second time, Xiang Zihao asked rhetorically: "What do you have here?"

Wang Yanmei looked at a large group of people behind Xiang Zihao, and said quickly: "Rice balls, pancakes, soy milk, tofu brains and fritters." ”

Xiang Zihao hesitated with difficulty, Wang Yanmei took a look, and hurriedly recommended: "Is rice balls and soy milk good?"

Xiang Zihao came back to his senses: "Ah...... Yes!"

Wang Yanmei immediately said: "There are a total of 4 pieces of rice balls and soy milk5." ”

Xiang Zihao hurriedly took out a 5 yuan card and handed it over, Wang Yanmei asked him for change, and gave him 2 plastic cards.

got the plastic card, and Xiang Zihao was squeezed out of the team by the people behind him.

He walked out and looked carefully at the brand, which was actually very finely made, very similar to the round plastic card that was issued in a certain snack when he was a child, with patterns printed on both sides. And the two he is holding in his hand now, one has the words rice balls printed on the front, and the back is printed with the pattern of rice balls in Japanese comics, and the other word is naturally the words and patterns of soy milk.

"Heh, I'm really good at it!" Xiang Zihao smiled, and then walked to the back of the queue to distribute rice balls.

The speed of this team was not very fast, and before Xiang Zihao could reach the front, he had already followed three people behind him.

After waiting for about 5 minutes, Xiang Zihao walked to him, only to find that the person who cooked the rice ball was sitting, but just looking at the body shape of the upper half of the body, he could also see that the altitude of this bald master was not low - this bald master was naturally Dong Jianshan.

The poor chef was actually sent by Qin Feng to knead the rice balls......

Dong Jianshan's speed of kneading rice balls is very fast, basically one can be kneaded in a minute, and the amount of each rice ball is so precise that there is almost no question of who has more and who has less.

Xiang Zihao got the steaming rice balls, and was about to leave, when he was stopped by Dong Jianshan: "Order the menu!"

Patronizing Xiang Zihao, who guessed the geometry of Dong Jianshan's height, he remembered that he quickly took out the brand of rice balls, and then threw it into a jar on the side that he knew was a brand when he looked at it.

After receiving the rice balls, Xiang Zihao walked towards the tent where soy milk and tofu brains were distributed.

In front of this tent, there is almost no queue - the table in the tent is full of packaged soy milk and tofu brain, Xiang Zihao walked to the stall and handed the sign, and took the soy milk and straw from the 50-year-old aunt.

Xiang Zihao took two bags of breakfast, turned his head to look at the hot scene in front of Qin Feng's store, listened to the Cantonese song that had been changed to "Red Sun", couldn't help but smile, and sighed softly: "It's really interesting......" (to be continued......)