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"Oh auntie, you can keep it for yourself! Don't send it to us..."
"What a word!" The old lady raised her chin: "Give Xiao Zhao and Xiao Jie food." ”
Jia Meifang paused and hurriedly ordered Fang Zhao to pick up the grapes, Fang Zhao smiled at Yan Shu and took the grapes from him.
"What is this?" Jia Meifang looked at Yan Shu.
Yan Shu didn't like to talk to strangers, so he subconsciously shrank back.
The old lady patted him on the shoulder and proudly said to his mother, "This is my eldest grandson!" ”
"No wonder I haven't seen it before." Jia Meifang paused: "Do you want to go to school here?" ”
The old lady replied: "Yes, it's in our second middle school......"
Soon, the two chatted hotly.
Fang Zhao gave Yan Shu a look, pointed his finger to the door, and motioned for him to go out with him.
Street lights are lit around the doorway.
She threw a grape into her mouth, and one hand was leisurely behind her: "It turns out that Grandma Xu is your grandmother." ”
Yan Shu snorted lightly, he probably didn't expect to send something to Fang Zhao's house so coincidentally with his grandmother.
"Grapes, are they delicious?"
"It's delicious, Grandma Xu is good at growing things, the grapes are big, and they are very sweet, which is better than the ones bought outside......." Fang Zhao will always comment seriously on any words of Yan Shu.
"You have a younger brother?" His tone was still inertial and lazy.
Fang Zhao hummed, and after a few seconds, she asked again, "Do you have any brothers and sisters at home?" ”
"I am an only child." He said it very simply.
The bright moon like a scimitar hung on the black curtain, surrounded by countless bright lights, inlaid in the darkness, mysterious and beautiful.
The street lamps on the street are shading, pulling out a long figure.
The two walked side by side, talking from time to time.
It seems that I have walked a long way to West Street, and the lights are bright in front of me, and rows of neon lights are flashing.
The night market on West Street is the most popular place in the South City at night.
The stalls are filled with the smell of barbecue, cumin and hawking, and it is very lively, and it is quiet and lonely compared to the dark residential houses in all directions.
Yan Shu glanced at the neon sign and then at Fang Zhao.
"Night Market" Fang Zhao raised his chin: "Do you want to go?" ”
Without waiting for Yan Shu to speak, she took care of himself and pulled him into the night market, which was divided into two areas, a snack street and an entertainment area, and Fang Zhao naturally devoted himself to the snack street.
A large amount of spice flavor comes to the face, stimulating the taste buds.
Yan Shu followed Fang Zhao to a stall where he bought chicken feet, the color of the chicken feet was good, he had an appetite, and the boss who greeted him was an old man lying on a wooden rocking chair, the old man was half-squinting, and he was indifferent when someone came.
And those who do business? Fang Zhao thought secretly.
"Boss, I bought this chicken foot like this."
The old man exhaled and moved his lips: "Seventy." ”
"Seventy, how many pounds is seventy?"
He still didn't open his eyes and stretched out a finger.
Fang Zhao said tentatively: "Ten catties? ”
The old man took a breath and got up and stretched: "One catty." ”
"One...... A pound!? It's not that Fang Zhao hasn't seen expensive chicken feet, but for this small place in Nancheng, seventy yuan a pound of chicken feet is really sky-high: "Uncle, you dare to sell this chicken feet so expensive, it is inlaid with gold on the nails, or the chicken feet are mixed with gold wire." ”
The uncle continued to lie back on the wooden rocking chair just now, as if he was used to it, and waved his hand: "There is no gold edge and no gold wire, so if you can't afford it, you can leave quickly." ”
Fang Zhao's impression of this stall was that the shop was too dark, so he immediately bought a few skewers of grilled gluten at the stall opposite the chicken feet, the gluten was soft, crispy, and moderately spicy.