At that time, Zeng Hongxia was just eighteen years old.

After graduating from junior high school, she didn't study, her family conditions were too poor, and she couldn't find a job without a degree, so she could only set up a stall in the night market and do the most tiring work.

When I first started selling crayfish, I really didn't make much money.

I can sell seven or eight pots in one night, and I can't even get my own labor back.

Zeng Hongxia became more and more discouraged, and she even asked an acquaintance to help her find a factory workshop job on the coast, although the work was also very hard, but she had a salary of two or three thousand a month.

That night, Zeng Hongxia looked at the crayfish in the big red basin that couldn't be sold, and felt that life was really boring.

At this moment, a man's voice came from behind him:

"Boss, can you cook me a bowl of noodles?"

Zeng Hongxia turned around and saw a man in his thirties and forties, sitting at a table closest to the street, his body curled up and seemed to be very cold.

At that time, Zeng Hongxia had not yet started selling noodles.

Her main business is spicy snails and crayfish. She walked over and told the man that there were no such things on the stall, and told him that the noodle shops in Rongzhou City were open in the morning, and they couldn't eat any noodles in the middle of the night.

The man looked disappointed.

Zeng Hongxia hurriedly said: "Why don't you try my crayfish, it's not expensive, it's only twenty yuan a piece, you see my lobster, it's definitely the largest in this night market, and there are only fifteen in one pot, I can make you eighteen!" ”

Business is not good, and Zeng Hongxia does not dare to reduce the price casually.

She can only get along with this kind of way of making a lot of money and small profits, but because her taste may be really a little bad, business has always been very cold.

Listening to Zeng Hongxia's words, the man quickly shook his head:

"I don't eat crayfish, I ...... I can't afford that, and if I don't have noodles, I'll leave, sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you......"

With that, the man quickly stood up.

When she got closer, Zeng Hongxia saw that his hair was oily and dirty.

And his clothes seem to have not been washed for a long time.

Looking at his yellow and thin face, it is estimated that he looks like he hasn't eaten enough for a long time, and that look is really pitiful.

The poor are the ones who can best understand the embarrassment of the poor.

Zeng Hongxia was a little moved.

After thinking about it for a while, he said to him, "I don't sell noodles here, but I have a pack of somen noodles, if you don't dislike it, I'll cook it for you to eat." ”

The man listened and was very grateful.

Zeng Hongxia asked him to sit down, turned around and went back to making noodles.

Every night when the stall is set up until three or four o'clock, Zeng Hong will make himself a bowl of hanging noodles to eat before closing the stall.

The ingredients of the somen noodles are actually very simple, a spoonful of soy sauce and a little lard.

Before removing from the pot, add a little more chopped green onions.

Zeng Hongxia brought the bowl of noodles to the man and said, "You will eat a little, I really don't sell noodles, the taste may not be very good, I won't charge you money, I will give it to you to eat." ”

The man was impressed.

His mouth moved, and he couldn't say a word when he wanted to say something.

While they were eating noodles, two customers came up to the stall.

A man and a woman, like a couple in love.

The girl said that she wanted to eat lobster, and the boy angrily asked for two servings, ordered a stream of red-mouthed spicy snails, and said to Zeng Hongxia: "The taste is a little better, my girlfriend has come all the way, and I can't let her down." ”

Zeng Hongxia nodded and started to do it.

Pick up the back of the crayfish with two fingers.

With a slight twist of the other hand, a black, thick intestine was pulled out of its tail.

Then with scissors, the first half of the crayfish head was cut off, which is a concentrated accumulation of heavy metals and stomach garbage, and the lower part of the head retained the most delicious shrimp paste.

The crayfish that have been treated in this way are still alive.

When brushing its abdomen, you should be extra careful, because if you are not careful, its two large pliers will catch the palm of your hand. When Zeng Hongxia handled it, although she was extra careful, she was still caught in the meat several times.

Eighteen crayfish, after going through them in a pan of oil.

Then I got up, put ginger, onion and garlic in the pot, and then a little bean paste, all kinds of pickled peppers and millet spicy.

The spicy and fragrant taste fills the night market.

It's two o'clock in the morning, but there are still a lot of people on this street. For those who like to eat, three meals a day is just an episode, and supper is the beginning of the feature film.

A plate of crayfish served with a cold beer.

After eating shrimp, the soup left on your fingers is the essence.

The male and female couples were waiting for the feast with hope, and Zeng Hongxia fried the first pot and brought it up.

The woman's eyes lit up at the sight.

The whole pot of soup is red and bright, and the crayfish are piled up in it, and bean sprouts and cucumbers are faintly visible underneath. Soak in the crimson soup and take a bite of it, and the crispy and tender texture is full of spicy.

She put on disposable gloves and grabbed one directly and started gnawing.

The red oil flowed down the corners of her mouth, and the boyfriend next to her wiped the corners of her mouth, and before she asked how it tasted, she saw the girl frowning:

"Didn't you say that the crayfish in this night market tasted the best? Why don't I think it's anything special when I eat it......"

The boy listened and tasted it.

Sure enough, I found that the taste was not very good.

So, he stood up and asked Zeng Hongxia: "How has the taste of your place changed, last time I brought my friends to eat, it tasted very good, why is it not delicious at all this time." ”

Last time?

Listening to the boy's words, Zeng Hongxia was a little inexplicable.

She hadn't seen the boy here eat before, even if she forgot it, but the taste really hasn't changed at all, how can she say that this time it's not delicious at all?

Just when Zeng Hongxia was wondering, the boy suddenly remembered something.

He strode to the front of the stall, looked left and right, and suddenly made a gesture of beating his chest: "Oops, I'm in the wrong place, it should be the one opposite!" ”

Following the direction of his finger, Zeng Hongxia saw that there was also a lobster stall opposite.

That one sold more than a year earlier than himself, which is the best business on this street, every night, there is an endless stream of people from the stalls there, but Zeng Hongxia's side is deserted.

The few guests couldn't sit in the stall over there, and they didn't want to wait for a seat, so they lost to the stall next to them.

Faced with this scene, Zeng Hongxia felt very sad.

It's one thing to make money or not, but she can't get a return for her hard work, which is what makes her the most uncomfortable.

I saw the boy say to the girl who was sitting, "Let's not eat, go and eat on the other side, don't want the rest, let's go!" Give the money, let's change one! ”

Hearing this, Zeng Hongxia was about to cry......