At half past five, as soon as the sky was bright, Li Youran pushed out the tricycle left by the old grandson from the carport outside the building, inflated the tires, loaded the gas canister, gas stove, aluminum pot, steamed basket with buns, folding stool and some miscellaneous items, got into the car, pedaled the pedal, and then took a deep breath, the air was cool and cool, and there was a dewy dampness.

"Let's go!" Li leisurely pedaled, the car creaked and creaked, and slowly drove towards Anhua Street.

Sun Xiaoying wrapped a white silk scarf around her neck, put sleeves on her gloves, and silently followed behind the car, she pursed her lips, not knowing what she was thinking.

On the east side of Anhua Avenue is a spontaneous small market, and at this time, many vendors are already busy for the day's livelihood, and both sides of the road are bustling with activity, breaking the silence of the first stall in the early morning.

Li leisurely drove the tricycle to an old poplar tree, which was an uninhabited location.

Li Youran looked back and forth and felt that the place was okay.

"That's it."

Sun Xiaoying nodded and began to unload the things on the truck.

"Yo, isn't this Miss Xiaoying?" A rough female voice came from the side.

Sun Xiaoying looked up and saw that a chubby middle-aged aunt was greeting her not far away, and at her feet was a vegetable stall with rape, cucumbers, and tomatoes.

"Aunt Qi, hello." Sun Xiaoying nodded at Aunt Qi.

"I've heard about the old grandson, hey, good people don't live long. Xiaoying, you have to think about it. Aunt Qi's face was colored with pity.

"Xiaoying, if there is any difficulty that you need Aunt Qi to help with, just say it. Poor child. Aunt Qi sighed.

Sun Xiaoying shook her head.

"Thank you, Aunt Qi, I'm fine now."

Aunt Qi turned her eyes to look at Li Youran, who was wearing an old jacket and unloading the car, and looked up and down carefully for a while.

"This is ......"

"This is my brother." Sun Xiaoying said calmly.

Li Youran turned around and smiled at Aunt Qi's first appearance in Chapter 5, and said hello.

Aunt Qi's eyes were a little strange, but she didn't ask more, and she had a few more words with Xiaoying, and then cleaned up her stall.

Li Youran set up the gas stove, put the aluminum pot on the shelf, poured cold water, and then stacked the steamer layer by layer onto the aluminum pot. Igniting, the blue flames fluttering in the breeze.

It didn't take long for the streets to start populating with pedestrians. The hawkers cheered up and shouted loudly.

"Pancake fruit, authentic pancake fruit."

"Egg scones, don't be fragrant and don't want money."

"Come on, come on, take a look at our gold fire, the secret recipe of the palace."

"Meat sandwich bun, meat sandwich bun, eat one bite and think two bites, eat two bites and think a day."

The south and the north are adjusted, one after another, and the street is noisy.

Li Youran estimated that the buns were almost steamed, and when the steamer was opened, the white and chubby boys were revealed.

The bun looks good, which adds a little confidence to Li Youran.

After waiting for a while, I saw that no one was paying attention here. Li Youran gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

"Meat buns...... Meat buns, meat buns just out of the pot! "The voice is a little hoarse, rusty and eccentric.

Sun Xiaoying couldn't help but smile, her eyes bent into a small crescent.

Li Youran smiled disapprerovingly. I cleared my throat and continued to shout, this time it was much more natural.

The cries had an effect, and soon a young man who looked like a migrant worker came to the bun stall.

"What's stuffed with buns?" Or a southern accent.

"Pork and cabbage, thin skin and big filling, how many are there?" Li leisurely looked at this first customer expectantly.

"That's a lot of money?"

"A piece of five, to ensure the authenticity."

"It's expensive, it's cheaper." The lad was a little dissatisfied.

"There's no way, the price of flour and pork has gone up." Li Youran said in the young man's accent.

The young man hesitated for a moment and asked for two buns. Sun Xiaoying packed it in a plastic bag and handed it to the other party.

The three crumpled small tickets were in hand and opened, and Li Youran was a little excited in his heart. He looked at Sun Xiaoying and found that Sun Xiaoying was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

There were indeed more vendors on the street, which dispersed the flow of customers, and Li Youran and the others stayed until ten o'clock in the morning before selling more than 30 buns.

"Brother Youran, it's already very good, and my grandfather and I sometimes can't sell so much."

Sun Xiaoying said as she handed Li Youran a towel.

Li Youran took it and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"There are too many people selling snacks here, and the flow of customers is also very average, so it's better to try it on Antai Road." Li Youran analyzed the market situation, Antai Road is on the west side of Anhua Road, close to the city, the business is relatively prosperous, and there are two universities.

"No, Brother Youran." A look of horror appeared on Sun Xiaoying's face.

"Antai Road business is very good, but it is strictly managed, the city management often comes to copy, my grandfather was arrested once before, and all the things were confiscated, and I almost had no money to pay the rent that month."

Li Youran thought for a while and said:

"Let's go home first, and come back at dinner."

After that, the two cleaned up their stalls, said goodbye to Aunt Qi next to them, and began to return.

Back at home, Li Youran and the girl ate a few leftover buns for lunch. Maybe he was a little tired today, and his stomach began to feel uncomfortable again, Li leisurely held back, returned to his room as if nothing happened, and found two tablets of dried medicine to swallow. Then curl up in bed and start catching up on sleep.

In the evening, the stall continued to be out of the stall, and the results were better than the morning one, selling more than 40 buns. Li Youran calculated that the cost of a bun is about 7 cents, the gross profit is 8 cents, and the gross profit today is a total of 64 yuan, and the net profit is about 50 yuan after deducting the rest of the buns that are frozen and eaten by themselves.

"It's still not good, it's a little difficult for us to pay the rent if we continue like this." Li Youran sighed.

"Brother Youran, it's just the beginning, and it will get better in the future." Sun Xiaoying was much more optimistic and comforted.

Li Youran closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said:

"Let's go to bed first, get up at four o'clock, and make more buns this time."

"Do more? Why? Sun Xiaoying was a little strange, and then suddenly understood.

"Brother Youran, are you going to Antai Road? Didn't I tell you about it yet? ”

Sun Xiaoying was a little anxious.

"Xiaoying, don't worry, I'm familiar there, it'll be fine. Come, help me get something ready. Li Youran gently patted the girl's emaciated shoulder. !!