The Cultural Palace Night Market is the oldest night market in Shuoyang.

It is very inappropriate to describe it with the word ancient, because the Cultural Palace Night Market has only been in short history for 40 years from the beginning of its formation to the present, and the world-famous Kaifeng Gulou Night Market and Xi'an Dongxin Street Night Market are not the same, and it is said that it is ancient compared to the time when Shuoyang City was established, at the end of the 50s of the last century, this small city on the bank of the Yellow River was exceptionally promoted to a prefecture-level city because of the construction of the Yellow River dam.

In the early 80s, an old cinema was converted into a workers' cultural palace, and some savvy people used their spare time at night to set up roadside stalls in front of the cultural palace to make extra money. At that time, television was not yet popular, and the leisure life of the citizens was far less colorful than it is now, and after dinner, the most popular pastime was to take a walk, and the Workers' Cultural Palace on Fushou Street became a good place for them to eat and relieve boredom. In this way, the ranks of roadside stalls grew day by day, gradually forming a scale, and the night market was named because of its proximity to the Workers' Cultural Palace.

However, with the changes of the years and the needs of urban development, the Workers' Cultural Palace, which once carried the memory of a generation, has long been gone, and has been replaced by the Cultural Palace Night Market with reasonable planning and standardized management.

Whenever night falls, the street lamps illuminate the entire Fushou Street as bright as day, and this large area of fireworks, crowded territory has become a late-night canteen and supper holy place for Shuoyang citizens.

'Lele' Seafood House is located at the entrance of the east gate of the night market, a real treasure of feng shui, just after 9 o'clock in the evening, the table under the greenhouse has been divided by many diners.

A teenager hurried into the seafood house with a schoolbag on his back.

"I'm sorry, boss, I'm late."

A man in his fifties in front of the stove was holding a frying spoon to add oil to the pot, and when he heard the voice, he raised his eyebrows and glared at the young man fiercely, "What are you doing!" I'm still late for two hours a day, you're embarrassed! Yes! I ask you, don't you want to do it anymore? If yes, say it sooner and don't delay me in business! ”

The man rebuked the boy loudly in dialect, the boy's face turned a little pale in the light, he pursed his lips, his bony fingers clenched the strap of the school bag, and remained silent.

"Another ancestor!" The man muttered a sentence in his mouth, tore off the towel around his neck and wiped the sweat on his face vigorously, picked up the bright frying spoon and poked it at the young man, and ordered loudly: "If you want to continue to do it, move it!" What are you doing standing stupidly! ”

The boy hummed, stepped aside, put down his school bag, returned to the stove, picked up a plate of steaming spicy fried nails on the operating table, and looked at the piece of paper pressed under the plate with the table number written on it.

He walked over to the crowded table five, raised the plate in his hand, and avoided the diner's head, "Spicy fried flower nails." He finished the name of the dish and placed the white plate on the table.

"Do you want to take this?" He gestured to the empty plate on the table.

"Take it. In addition, I want a twenty yuan of shabu-shabu tripe, and I want a fat girl's family, not chili. A woman in a black square-neck T-shirt looked at the boy, "You can call it someone else." ”

He nodded, "Yes." ”

"Thank you." The woman ruffled her hair and smiled at him.

He turned to leave, there was a burst of laughter behind him, he didn't look back, and walked straight to Aunt Wu who was squatting by the corner sink to wash the dishes.

"Waiter, a bottle of chilled yogurt!" The guests at table eleven waved him.

"A la carte!" The new guests at table seven also waved at him.

"It's coming!" When he turned his head to start, his face suddenly froze, and he stopped in place.

"Xiao Gu." When Aunt Wu saw him, she hammered her stiff back with the back of her hand, and slowly straightened up, ready to take the plate in his hand.

He took a deep breath and limped over on his feet, "Don't get up." He bent down and put the dirty dishes directly into the basin.

Aunt Wu looked at him and asked with concern, "Why are you late today?" ”

"It's a bit of a delay." After he finished speaking, he walked over to the utility shelf on the right-hand side and quickly rummaged through the layers from top to bottom.

"Xiao Gu, just now Xiao Jiang picked up the pick and ran away, so angry that Boss Wang jumped to his feet, and posted the recruitment notice on the door." Aunt Wu pointed to the pillar at the door of the seafood house.

Xiao Jiang resigned?

Gu Xidong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked back at Boss Wang, Wang Qingchun, who was sweating in front of the stove.

No wonder Boss Wang is so angry.

Dare is one less person who can call.

"You're tired." Xiao Jiang, the strong laborer of the seafood house, is gone, and Aunt Wu, who is in charge of washing and cleaning, has to do an extra job.

Aunt Wu shook her head and said with a wry smile: "It's okay, I have to do it." ”

Gu Xidong bent down, pulled out a brightly colored plastic folding bench from under a few stacks of toilet rolls, held the edge of the bench with both hands, opened and closed it, and placed it at Aunt Wu's feet.

"The boss won't let me." Aunt Wu lowered her voice and pointed to the man behind him.

"It's okay, I'll tell the boss." He said.

Aunt Wu was pressed to the bench by him and smiled at him gratefully.

"Xiao Gu! Where did the death go! Guests want yogurt! Boss Wang's roar echoed in the depths of the greenhouse.

"It's coming!" He answered, took a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and handed it to the guest, turned around, and handed the menu to the female guest at table seven.

"What's delicious in your house? Can you recommend it. The female guest looked at the menu and couldn't make up her mind.

"Roasted small pickled fish with sauce, chiek cuttlefish, large and small snails, crayfish and seasonal vegetarian stir-fry are our boss's specialties." Gu Xidong looked at the guests at table seven, pointed to the dishes on the menu and said, "The four of you, you can order a crayfish, there is an event today, buy a catty and get a catty free, and then order a field snail, fried garlic loofah with some staple food." ”

"Is this picture real?" The female guest held up the menu and asked Gu Xidong to look at the pictures on the back of each dish.

"Really, it's all done by our boss, and it's purely physical shooting."

"Not bad." The female guest nodded frequently, took the menu and said to her friend: "This shop is very good, there are real pictures on the menu." ”

"I just don't know if it's enough." Some remain skeptical.

"Our store guarantees quality, you can rest assured." Gu Xidong pointed to the full number of diners around him, "Most of them are repeat customers, so they come for our Boss Wang's craftsmanship and reputation." ”

"Do you have a barbecue at home?"

"There is grilled seafood, but there is no barbecue, I can call it for you which one you want to eat." Gu Xidong said.

The female guest discussed with her companion and returned the menu to Gu Xidong, "Then according to what you said, but the crayfish costs two catties, one spicy and one thirteen spices, the staple food is fried noodles, and we also want a 'crescent crispy' roast mutton and tendons, each for fifty yuan, heavy and spicy." ”

"Okay." Gu Xidong lowered his head and recorded quickly in the notebook.

The guest sitting next to him looked at his little notebook, "Young man, you can write well." ”

Gu Xidong only smiled faintly, "Do you need drinks and drinks?" ”

"Six bottles of fruit beer, two bottles of yogurt, all at room temperature."

"Right away." Gu Xidong lowered his head and wrote down two lines as he walked, he took out the printing paper, tore off the rubbed menu and handed it to Boss Wang, "Table No. 7." ”

Boss Wang's eyes lit up when he saw the menu, what about two catties of crayfish, this table was earned.

He stretched out his greasy right hand and patted Gu Xidong's shoulder, squinted his eyes and praised, "Good job!" ”