Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Enemy
There are more people on this side of the old street, and it is more lively.
Louder than the sound of firecrackers is freshly made popcorn, chickens, ducks and geese, and the sound of bargaining.
Xiao Hong bought a bag of crispy twist flowers, Xiao Fang bought maltose knocked out with a stick and hammer, and Yanyan bought orange candy wrapped in plastic paper in the shape of oranges, chicken leg bread, and other snacks that people couldn't refuse.
There are also skillful eldest sisters who hook some woolen gloves and hat scarves for sale, which are particularly good-looking, even Xiao Hong couldn't help but choose three light blue woolen hats, and there is a ball on top, with the same scarf, which is particularly cute.
The two sisters immediately put it on, and they were very satisfied with each other's images.
Xiao Fang motioned for her to look forward: "Look, the front is Su Ji Lo Mei." ”
He leaned over to her and whispered, "The name of our store is not grand enough, why don't you change it too?" ”
Xiao Hong looked in the direction she pointed, the long board at the door blocked the door, there were pots of lo-mei on the board, there were five or six guests around the door asking the price, and a middle-aged woman with a smile on her face was cutting meat.
When she saw a pair of men and women on the side, she trembled uncontrollably, gasped, and was so shocked that even the twist flower in her mouth fell to the ground.
Why did Zhao Qiaoying and Zhao Long appear here?
Are they coming for themselves?
Xiao Fang saw that her face was wrong, so she took her arm and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”
At this moment, Xiao Fang felt that her whole body was tense.
Xiao Fang couldn't help but think a little too much.
Could it be that the lo-mei in this house is really fragrant? The fragrance made Xiao Hong suffer a big blow without tasting it?
Xiao Fang said very considerately: "Why don't we go back first?" ”
"No," Xiao Hong came back to her senses, thought for a while, walked to the hidden place, pulled her hat down a little, and pulled the scarf up to cover her nose, before taking out twenty yuan from her bag and giving it to her: "Their braised vegetables, each weighing one catty." ”
Xiao Fang instantly understood, she wanted to taste other people's lo-mei: "Okay, then you are waiting for me here." ”
Since the family opened a shop, her parents have given her ten yuan of pocket money every week.
You know, she used to have only two pocket money a week.
And Xiao Hong buys a fountain pen or a notebook in double copies, close to home, and eats and lives at home, so she doesn't even have the opportunity to use money.
So much so that she doesn't have the habit of putting money in her pocket.
But when she went to get the money in Xiao Hong's hand, she found that she was pinching it.
Xiao Hong wanted to speak and stopped: "Wait a minute, you can inquire about the people inside." ”
"Okay, you wait." Xiao Fang took the money and put it in her pocket, thinking that she wanted to know who was the one who made lo-mei.
Xiao Fang is also very glad that it is winter, and she bought a hat and scarf to wear before, but now she only shows a pair of eyes.
After all, their family also sells food, and there are many people who know them, and now they cover it up like this, and relatives and friends who are not particularly familiar with them can't recognize who they are.
She walked to the front of the lo-mei stall and saw that there were still customers buying braised chicken, so she looked at the people in the house first.
The inside of this shop is very large, and there are several large gas stoves on one side, and there are large steel pots on top of them.
Next to it was a table of eight immortals with paint peeled, full of things, and under the table were all kinds of bottles and cans.
On the other side is a small square table with several plates on it, in which are melon seeds and peanut candy,
The two old men sat there drinking tea, listening to the two young people talking, looking very warm.
After the proprietress sent the guests away, she asked Xiao Fang, "Do you want to buy some?" Our lo-mei is delicious and cheap, and very affordable. ”
Xiao Fang looked at the six pots of lo-mei on the board and asked, "What are the prices?" ”
The proprietress is very skillful in quoting: "One pound of braised large intestine, one pound of braised pig's head meat and pig's trotters, two pieces of roast chicken and eight pounds, three pieces of braised duck and two pounds, and this braised beef is more expensive, four pieces of three pounds." ”
Although the young girl in front of her was not dressed well, the scarf and hat were all new, and the most important thing was the money she was holding in her hand, revealing a little unity.
The proprietress wondered in her heart that she was not the kind of customer who came to ask, and she should be willing to buy catties of meat.
Xiao Fang spoke: "Cut half a chicken for me, if it tastes good, I'll buy some of everything." ”
As soon as the proprietress heard that this was a big customer, a smile appeared on her face: "Okay, I'll give you half a chicken." ”
When she was cutting the chicken, Xiao Fang asked critically: "Is this large intestine marinated by yourself, the boss?" Do you want to get it clean? Does it taste okay? ”
This is a question that was often asked by customers when they first started selling brine, and now she applies what she has learned to her.
The proprietress also immediately showed off: "Sister, I see that inside is the chef we specially invited, everyone was a chef of a state-run hotel when they were young, and their skills are old, so you will definitely want to eat it." ”
Although Xiao Fang only showed a pair of eyes, her picky eyes themselves were very outstanding, which made Zhao Long, who had inadvertently seen it, like it all at once.
He quickly got up and came over, looked at her up close, and saw that her exposed skin was fair, and there were no freckles at all, so he liked it even more, and he wanted to tear off her scarf and take a closer look.
He swallowed his saliva, brushed his hair with his hand, and began to boast: "My grandfather is a chef, and he opened this restaurant in order to teach me cooking skills, are you from the town?" ”
When the proprietress heard this, she was a little dissatisfied.
The current business is said to be a partnership between the two companies, but listening to Zhao Long's words, this store is like he opened it, and he seems to work for him.
But she didn't dare to turn her face, mainly because they found these goods, and the money was also paid in advance by them.
She can only persuade herself, and when she learns the craft, then they will leave, and bear with it.
"Yes, I'm from the town." Xiao Fang hated the way he looked at him, and in order to know his details, he also asked casually: "Are you also from the town?" Why haven't I seen you? ”
"I'm not from town." Zhao Long stared at her without blinking, and his tone was a little smug: "My name is Zhao Long, Zhao Qian Sun Li's Zhao, and the dragon flying dragon in the sky."
I am from Changshan Town, and my family has contracted a supply and marketing cooperative, and I don't want to stay in one place all the time, so I come out to break through. ”
He knew that his appearance could not attract a woman's attention, so he could only make her think that she was rich and that she was rich.
Anyway, she couldn't have known that the supply and marketing cooperatives belonged to his brother-in-law's family.
He came here because he was caught by the public security a few months ago for having illegal transactions with women on some special occasions, and he was detained for half a month and fined money, which is really a bit embarrassing.
It happened that the eldest brother-in-law's sister wanted to open a lo-mei shop, so his grandparents took him over to relax.
At the beginning, even Zhao Long's grandparents didn't expect the lo-mei shop to make so much money, so they said that they would spend money to marry him a good-looking wife next year, so as not to let him go out and fool around.
(End of chapter)