Journey to the sea market (seventeen)

Not long after, a plate of fragrant pan-fried buns was placed in front of Lu Xiaoxiao's table. She picked up one with her chopsticks and brought it to her mouth to take a bite. In an instant, her taste buds were conquered by the pan-fried buns.

So Lu Xiaoxiao didn't care about burning it, and ate the fried buns one bite after another. She didn't put down her chopsticks until all the fried buns on the plate were eaten.

Lu Xiaoxiao took out a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her mouth, then thought to herself: "As expected of the fried buns that even that big shot likes. The taste is really great."

"Comrade, can your fried buns be taken away?" After Lu Xiaoxiao wiped her mouth, she walked to the counter and asked the middle-aged woman who ordered for her.

"Okay, how many do you want?"

"I want ten portions. Your pan-fried buns are so delicious. I want everyone in the family to try them."

"Nanny, you are really discerning. My Lao Yang's skill in making pan-fried buns is passed down from his ancestors. It can be said that there is no one in Haishi who doesn't know about Lao Yang's pan-fried buns." The middle-aged woman said with a proud look on her face.

After hearing what the woman said, Lu Xiaoxiao believed that what she said was true, because her fried buns were really delicious, otherwise she would not have liked the big shot enough to let her store continue to operate.

Lu Xiaoxiao saw that Lao Yang had packed all the fried buns she wanted and put them on the table, so she said, "Comrade, how much is the total for eleven fried buns?"

"Eleven dollars plus five and a half pounds of meat."

After Lu Xiaoxiao paid the money, she carried ten oil paper bags and left the shop. She looked around and then walked into an alley. Then she put all the fried buns she was carrying into the space when no one was around. .

When Lu Xiaoxiao left the alley, she checked that the time was only two in the afternoon, so she planned to stroll around here and wait until three o'clock before taking the car to the flea market.

Lu Xiaoxiao, who was wandering around on the street, was suddenly attracted by a scent, so she followed the scent and came to the door of a small shop.

She saw an old man over sixty years old with half gray hair kneading dough on the chopping board, so she said, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

Xie Bai, who was kneading the dough with his head down, suddenly heard someone asking him something, so he raised his head and replied: "Crab shell yellow."

Lu Xiaoxiao was instantly excited when she heard the three words "crab shell yolk", because in her previous life, she heard others say how delicious crab shell yolk was, and she had wanted to eat it for a long time, but later she couldn't eat it for many reasons. Couldn't eat it.

She didn't expect that she would meet something she wanted to eat but didn't eat in her previous life, so Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the old man excitedly and said, "Grandpa, do you have any prepared crab shell yolks for sale?"

After Xie Bai heard the little girl's words, he originally wanted to say no, but when he raised his head and saw the desire in the little girl's eyes, the words that came to his mouth became: "Yes, how many do you want?"

Lu Xiaoxiao became even more excited after hearing Xie Bai's words, so she said loudly: "Ten."

After Xie Bai heard Lu Xiaoxiao's "ten", he regretted agreeing to sell her crab shell yolks, because all the crab shell yolks he made must be supplied to the supply and marketing cooperative.

The amount he can make in a day is limited, and he can only make a hundred pieces a day. Now that there are ten missing, he doesn't know how to explain it to the people at the supply and marketing cooperative. He can't tell them that it was because he was soft-hearted and sold it to a little girl. Bar.

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know Xie Bai's inner struggle. She took the oil paper bag handed to her by Xie Bai, paid the money, and left in a hurry.