Carrying a heavy rattan basket on his back, Song Yong walked in the streets and alleys outside the park.

Just now, it took him about two cigarettes to calm down his mood again.

He persuaded himself in this way: since everything has happened, it is pointless to dwell on it, and it is better to try to look forward.

As for the handling of the space-time channel, he also thought about what to do.

Find a time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to rent a house in a nearby high-end community for a short time; after all, in a high-end community, the public security conditions are also more guaranteed.

Wait until your next time, when you return from the Primordial Age Plane.

He will take the lead box and transfer the time and space passage first, and after the Song Ji food stall is completed, he will secretly hide it in the secret room in the basement.

Everything will happen without knowing or knowing, and it can be regarded as a complete secret of the space-time channel......

It is also for this reason that Song Yong's mood is not too bad now.

At about seven o'clock in the evening, it is the most popular time of the day in the alleys around Sanhe, and many migrant workers are wandering around and going out in groups, so that everywhere is full of rare popularity.

After a lapse of more than ten days, walking in such a prosperous place again, Song Yong felt that everything was so beautiful.

While walking, not far from his own shop, Song Yong suddenly stopped his steps.

That's because at the door of the black Internet café where he went online a few days ago, there was a long pile of chassis and monitors, and at the same time, an electric loudspeaker kept shouting:

"The store is about to be upgraded to an Internet café, and there are a number of high-quality computers for sale, each set of 800 yuan can be selected at will. ”

The upgrade of an Internet café to an Internet café naturally means that the Internet environment is better, and it also means that you can charge at least two more yuan for every hour of Internet access.

It's just that in a place like Sanhe, where the gods are the main force on the Internet, how many people care about the environment?

I don't know what this boss thinks, Song Yong seems to have predicted that in the future, in this Internet café with bright and clean windows, only a few people will go online.

In the black Internet café not far from the next door, it was crowded.

At that time, the expression of this brain-clearing boss after seeing this scene must be very exciting.

But then again, the computer configuration of this Internet café is actually quite good, and Song Yong decided to pick one when he has time.

In the future, it will be placed on the bar counter of the small shop, so that it will be convenient for you to look up some information on the Internet in the future.

In addition, if you add a few speakers, you can also play a little music when you are open, and make the dining environment of your small shop a little better......

When Song Yong walked straight to the door of the shop with the piercing rattan basket on his back, Xiaojuan and a few other girls who were busy with work had not yet had time to greet him.

The little fat man called Dunzi was already in the queue waiting for the table, and asked with surprise:

"Boss Song, you're finally back, what good things did you bring back this time?"

The current time is less than half past seven in the evening, which means that the time for the opening of the small store is not more than half an hour at all.

The twelve long tables in the small shop were already full.

At the same time, at the entrance of the small shop, there was already a long line of forty or fifty people.

Such a situation means that in the two days that he was away, the business in the small shop was not affected at all.

For this reason, Song Yong was naturally indescribably happy.

Faced with Dunzi's inquiry, he replied like this in his mouth when his brain was hot:

"Of course there is, and even if you kid is lucky today, when it comes to you, there will be a new variety on the shelves; ”

After finishing speaking, under the expectant gaze of Dunzi, Song Yong walked into the back kitchen.

In addition to putting the ingredients in the rattan basket into the freezer one by one, some of the delicate spring bamboo shoots, shepherd's cabbage, and straw mushrooms are soaked in large vats.

Originally, he planned to take out these new varieties tomorrow.

But today he was in a good mood, and it didn't matter if he took it out in advance and sold it.

These things are naturally simply washed and worn up, and then put on the grill to brush with oil and grill.

As for the question of whether this approach is feasible?

Could it be that in the mouths of a group of foodies, the saying that everything can be barbecued is false?

"Stick, come in for a moment. Song Yong stood in the kitchen and beckoned to the sticks that were busy outside.

When the stick came in, he pointed to the contents of the bucket and said:

"I'm going to get some ingredients, you can wear these things with bamboo skewers, because the number of things is not much, you remember to tell Xiaojuan and them, each person is limited to two bunches." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Yong planned to take the vacated rattan basket to the simple room again and bring the remaining ingredients over.

It's just that at this time, the stick stopped him in his mouth: "Ah Yong! I have something to tell you." ”

When he spoke, this thing was still shaking the index finger and middle finger of his right hand with a hippie smile, this gesture Song Yong was too familiar, he used to ask other gods for cigarettes with a shy face, and he was used to doing this action.

Seeing this, Song Yong took out half a pack of crumpled soft white sand from his trouser pocket and handed out a cigarette to the stick.

That's when he asked, "Why is there no cigarette money, and this is because you want to advance a little salary?"

While saying this, Song Yong felt a little helpless and a little relieved.

The helpless place is that after going through so many things, the stick is still a little lavish in spending money.

If he remembered correctly, before he set a fixed monthly salary for the stick and Brother Jiang's craftsman, he gave him a daily salary of nearly 3,000 yuan.

In the case of food and lodging, it is said that it will be enough to use it until the next salary.

But I never thought that after the stick had money, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't see that I had bought clothes, shoes and socks, and I didn't even have money for cigarettes so soon.

What makes Song Yong feel gratified is:

When he was not in the shop, his daily turnover never fell below 60,000 yuan, and the ones paid by customers with WeChat and Alipay were naturally transferred directly to Song Yong's account.

But the daily cash is always as much as one or twenty thousand yuan.

These are all accepted by the stick himself, if he really has some impure thoughts, he will hack hundreds or thousands of times from it every day, and he really doesn't know anyone.

And the current practice of sticks undoubtedly proves that the hands and feet of the sticks are clean.

Therefore, when Song Yong agreed to give the stick a salary advance, he was also thinking about how to persuade the stick not to spend money so lavishly.

However, Song Yong's answer surprised Song Yong:

"I don't want to make an advance, I have food and accommodation here, and I can live without a salary advance, I want to tell you that Ah Xiao's son in his hometown has an accident, she wants to ask you for three days off, but I can't get through to your phone, so I will make the decision to let her go back first." ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong also asked with concern.

"Ah Xiao, her son is fine, or you can call her and tell her, even if you stay at home for a few more days, it will be fine, and I will pay her my salary. ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just that Ah Xiao plans to bring her son over to live, and it is estimated that it will be even more difficult in the future. ”

The stick replied like this, and there was a look of embarrassment on his face.

After finishing speaking, the goods snatched most of the remaining packs of cigarettes from Song Yong's hand and stuffed them into his trouser pocket very easily.

Subsequently, Song Yong also walked out of the shop with a rattan basket.

It's just that there is always a little bit of a feeling in his heart, where something is wrong.