"Mom, last night Nuan Nuan said that Dad hid something under the bed, do you know?"

The next morning, I asked Zhao Caixia about it.

Zhao Caixia was stunned for a moment when she heard this, "I don't know, what is he hiding?" ”

"According to Nuan Nuan's words, grandpa hid a lot of toys under the bed, didn't let her play with them, and secretly played with them."

"Toys?"

Zhao Caixia thought about it when she heard this, and quickly said: "Your father mentioned to me before, if you want to get some small things, you will go to Sanli Lane to set up a stall at night, won't this be it?" ”

Song Ci was a little stunned when he heard this, I'm afraid it was, it should be some small commodities, which were treated as toys by Nuan Nuan.

"My dad is really ......, forget it, you can ask him today."

"yes, I see." Zhao Caixia responded.

Song Ci also reacted, he should be the opposite, he didn't agree with him going out to find a job to do, and came up with a new method.

"If your dad really wants to go, you can go with him, he is always idle at home, and he is not happy." Zhao Caixia said.

"I see."

Song Ci also knew that it was not a way for him to always stop him like this, so it was better to agree.

Sure enough, as Zhao Caixia guessed, Song Shouren secretly bought some small goods.

Small mirrors, backpack ornaments, ear rakes, nail clippers, etc., there are quite a lot of varieties and quite rich.

Of course, these selections are not selected by Song Shouren himself, but they are matched by the supplier for you when they are purchased, and they are very business-minded.

At the beginning of setting up the stall, Song Shouren was full of interest, and went out to set up the stall at about half past four in the afternoon every year, and did not come back until about eleven o'clock in the evening.

Before I knew it, two more days passed, and these two days, as usual, life was dull, and nothing happened again.

Soon came Saturday night, Song Ci and Wu Xiaojun, as well as Shan Junchao's appointment.

At this time, it has entered late autumn, and Jiangzhou City exudes a slight chill at night, so a few people make an appointment at a mutton shop.

This mutton shop is located on Chuanjiang Road, which is relatively old, and is located in the old city.

In the past, there was an urban village in Zhengjiatun nearby, and there were more people coming and going, but with the demolition of the urban village and the relocation of people, it has not been left here.

Walking on this street gives people the feeling of the early nineties, giving people a sense of time disconnection, but it has a different flavor.

And the reason why I chose this place is also to listen to the introduction of Manager Liu in the station, saying that the mutton pot in this mutton shop tastes very good, and the roast mutton is also very good.

Among the three, because Song Ci had the most free time, he arrived first.

"Welcome."

Song Ci pushed the door and walked into this "Hongsheng Restaurant", and a middle-aged woman with a bloated figure immediately greeted her, thinking that she was the proprietress of the store.

"Hello."

Song Ci responded, and looked around the environment of the store.

The store is not big, there are five or six tables, the decoration is a little old, but the hygiene is OK, there is a table of people eating and drinking, there are already customers at this point in time, indicating that the business of this store should be good, which also reflects the taste of this store from the side.

"Boss, how many people?"

The proprietress took a menu and glanced outside the shop behind Song Ci, and saw that no one else was coming, so she asked.

"Three." Song Ci replied.

Seeing that Song Ci was really here to eat, the smile on the boss's face was even more overflowing.

"You sit down first."

She led Song Ci to an empty seat and handed him the menu.

Song Ci was not polite, and looked at it directly, and the proprietress politely brought over a pot of tea and said, "You take a look first, if there is anything you need to call me." ”

"Okay, you're busy." Song Ci said.

Then I looked at the menu, in fact, it was a coated A4 paper, and there seemed to be a lot of dishes, but in fact, there were very few real dishes.

So Song Ci casually glanced at it and shouted, "Boss lady." ”

"Here it is, you say." The proprietress hurriedly took the pen and paper and walked back.

"There is a mutton pot, as well as mutton skewers, lamb chops, ......"

"That's all for now, I'll order it later."

Song Ci handed the menu back to the proprietress .

"Are there any taboos? Can you eat spicy? The hostess asked.

"Just be slightly spicy, don't put coriander in the mutton pot."

Song Ci remembered that Shan Junchao didn't eat coriander.

"Okay."

When the proprietress heard this, she made a note on the order menu again.

Then I came to the counter, behind the counter is the back kitchen, separated by a layer of frosted glass, and a window is opened on the glass.

The proprietress handed the à la carte menu through the food port.

"Three, slightly spicy, no coriander." The proprietress said loudly.

Song Ci heard the sound and subconsciously glanced in that direction.

Then he was taken aback, and almost jumped up, for he saw half of his head sticking out of the glass.

Through the blurred glass, Song Ci quickly reacted.

There was a "man" riding on the back kitchen chef, and when the chef bent down to look out, the head of this "man" touched the glass, and only then did half of it leak out.

This situation is really scary, and this is the first time Song Ci has seen such a trick.

And the trick in the back kitchen also seemed to have discovered Song Ci, and soon a woman appeared at the door of the back kitchen with two children.

The woman is in her thirties, with short hair, wearing a floral shirt on her upper body and a polka-dot white dress on her lower body, dressed like she was in the early eighties.

The two children, a boy and a girl, the girl wore a white ruffle skirt, and she looked like she was about eleven or twelve years old.

The boy was a little younger, about six or seven years old, wearing a blue striped short-sleeved T-shirt and a red scarf around his neck.

Looking at the dress of these three people, there is a high probability that they are not people.

And at the same time that Song Ci was looking at them, they were also looking at Song Ci.

When they walked towards Song Ci, Song Ci knew that his guess was correct, because when the little boy crashed into the corner of the table next to him, he didn't avoid it and passed through directly.

And none of these three people are the ones who just popped their heads out of the glass.

Is this falling into a trick? How can a small restaurant kitchen hide so many tricks?

The little boy broke free of the woman's hand, quickly ran to Song Ci, grabbed the edge of the table, tilted his head, looked at Song Ci curiously and asked, "Can you see me?" ”

Song Ci didn't answer him, but looked at the big and small ones walking behind him.

The two of them were obviously not as bold as the little boy, especially the woman in the floral shirt, who looked at Song Ci very vigilantly, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

And at this moment, Song Ci noticed that a man in a white T-shirt appeared at the kitchen door looking at him, with a thin face and curly hair.

"Hello." The woman walked up and greeted Song Ci cautiously.

The little boy turned and ran back, taking the woman's hand again, and it seemed that it was a family of four.

"Mom, can't he hear us?" The little boy looked up and said to the woman.

But at this moment, Song Ci nodded to them, which was regarded as a greeting.

The woman's face was happy, and she said with some surprise: "So you can really see us." ”

"Sit down." Song Ci motioned for them to sit down across from them.

In addition to the proprietress in the store, there is also a table of customers, and Song Ci doesn't want to be treated as a psychopath.

And just then, the man standing at the kitchen door also walked over.