Several colorful banknotes were placed on the table.
Xie Zhenhua, who has a head full of floral scrolls, does not come from a wealthy family. His father is a worker in a foreign language printing factory, and his mother is a saleswoman in a Qianjiakou non-staple food store. Their income is not high.
Therefore, Xie Zhenhua's pockets have always been clean. The fact that he can happily throw so much money on the table today is beyond everyone's expectations.
"Fifteen yuan is a lot of money. You can buy five or six kilograms of pork belly. If you make more fried sauce and buy more noodles, you two brothers and sisters will be able to make do with it this summer." Xie Zhenhua smirked.
On the other hand, Wang Hongyu, who was wearing glasses, was very impressive and slapped the table: "I still have one hundred and ten yuan hidden at home. I fell in love with a red cotton guitar in Xinjiekou. Fortunately, I haven't bought it yet. I'll get it for you tomorrow. If you save some money, I think the living expenses and tuition fees will be enough."
Yao Yuan was a little unmotivated: "Thank you, thank you, then I will collect the emergency money first and save some flowers. It should be enough. I will return it to you when the remittance from home arrives next month."
Xiao Hua'er's face was full of displeasure, and she turned to her brother a little anxiously: "What about my McDonald's hamburger?"
Xie Zhenhua changed the topic on the side: "Yuan'er, don't you recognize all those little thieves? If not, I'll ask Uncle Gu to help you get them back?"
Uncle Gu, as Xie Zhenhua said, was the director of the Qianjiakou Police Station. He had a dark face, a stern smile, and an air of keeping away from strangers. He was nicknamed "King of Hell" by others.
Yao Yuan was excited when he mentioned Uncle Gu. In his memory, the police station director was not a good person.
We usually live in a large courtyard, where a group of Gagu boys have been naughty since childhood. They have been scolded by Gu Yan Wang on weekdays, and their fear of this big black face has long been written in their bones.
Even after being reborn, this impression has not faded at all.
In particular, this "Gu Yanwang" and Yao Yuan's father were former comrades-in-arms. Now Yao Yuan's father works out of town for a long time and cannot take care of the family at all. He once entrusted this "Gu Yanwang" to keep an eye on his family more on weekdays. Brat.
Therefore, the King of Hell, Gu, was even more unusually harsh towards Yao Yuan, treating him as if he were a junior. Sometimes he didn't like him, and would feel annoyed when he scolded him, and would even hit him with his hand.
He is simply not human!
Once the news that he had lost money reached his ears, he would definitely have to inform his father. There was no need to even think about it.
I have already tried it myself. It was useless to catch the little thief with my own hands and send him to the police station. Why bother to find it with that King of Hell? !
Wang Hongyu obviously also had some scruples about Gu Yan Wang: "Come on, don't look for trouble. Even if your Uncle Gu is the director, this kind of thing will be in vain if you don't take action. It's impossible for those little thieves to admit it. I think If that doesn't work, you can go find Huang Mao'er's gang, they are all working on the ground, they might be able to do something about it."
After Wang Hongyu finished speaking, he took out a box of Ashima from his pocket, pulled out two sticks and threw them to the two people, then took one in his mouth, struck a match and lit it.
Yao Yuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the cigarette from Wang Hongyu's mouth: "You idiot! Don't you sing? From now on, you have to rely on your voice to eat. If you don't learn it well, why not imitate other people's smoking?!"
Wang Hongyu's family is in good condition. Both of her parents work in the art college. They are literary and artistic workers who can barely qualify for the title of artist. Wang Hongyu inherited her parents' talents. She has loved music since she was a child and was born with a good voice.
If there are any entertainment activities in school, Wang Hongyu holding a handful of guitars is the absolute finale on the stage, and he himself is determined to become a star in the future.
Of course, Wang Hongyu's dream of becoming a star did not come true. After several attempts, she accepted her fate and became a stage manager in the auditorium of the Academy of Art.
At the moment, looking at Wang Hongyu, who was even smaller than a little fresh meat and was so tender that he pinched a pocket of water, Yao Yuan suddenly had an idea. He might be able to help his classmate and best friend on this road!
Although I was a greasy cook in my previous life, no one can stop me from being a cook who also likes literature and art. The few songs I learned when I went to karaoke bars and nightclubs, if I had gotten them in advance in this era, I would have given them to Wang Hongyu to make a living. Eating, I'm afraid there's no problem.
Of course, the premise is that Wang Hongyu himself must work hard enough.
Um? Speaking of making a living, it should be quite easy in this era, but how come that, as a great cook, I just traveled to this era, and I and my sister have to borrow money to eat?
It’s a bit embarrassing and a bit outrageous!
Wang Hongyu was surprised by Yao Yuan's action of grabbing the cigarette, but she felt inexplicably happy when she heard him say that from now on she would have to rely on her voice to eat.
"That Huang Maoer's girlfriend is my sister's college classmate. If I talk to him, I should be able to talk to him. At the worst, I can buy him a pair of foreign trade cigarettes. Asking him to come forward will definitely help you get your money back. After all, they are stubborn people. He lives in Qianjiakou, and anyone who eats here can't help but give him face." Wang Hongyu said seriously, with an innocent look on his face under his glasses.
"Ouch! I'm convinced by you. Don't associate with these gangsters. Can you afford to mess with people like them?" Yao Yuan's face was full of hatred.
In Yao Yuan's memory, the following few years were the time when social security was strictly controlled across the country. Stubborn gangsters and gangsters like Huang Mao'er and Lao Qian'er who were hanging out on the ground in Qianjiakou had to be arrested one after another, and ordinary people hid. There's no way to hide, it's just not worth messing with these people over a trivial matter.
"Don't think about it so much. Anyway, the little money you support is enough for the two of us to eat. I'll think of the rest." Yao Yuan quickly dismissed Wang Hongyu's idea.
Xiao Hua'er shook her little braid and said reluctantly: "Brother, I don't care, anyway, you promised to take me to eat hamburgers..."
Yao Yuan was stunned, this stinky girl, why isn't it over yet? My sister is really spoiled. I wonder if I should save some money when I have no money?
At this time, those international fast food brands have quietly opened in Pingcheng. KFC had opened its first store in Qianmen four or five years ago.
McDonald's just opened its first store in Pingcheng this year, but looking at it, it's probably a bit more popular than KFC.
It's also strange that the simplest and most low-priced fried chicken and hamburger foreign fast food will make these unlucky children greedy for nothing.
Nowadays, a hamburger set meal for two people costs more than ten or twenty yuan. This amount of money is enough to go to Quanjude to eat a set of roast duck and take out some stir-fry dishes.
I couldn't help but murmur: You are the same, Xiao Hua'er. You are almost ten years old and should be in the third grade when school starts. How can you be so ignorant?
This stinky girl is probably spoiled.
Xie Zhenhua burped: "Yao Yuan, it would be great if you could sell this bowl of noodles with soybean paste in restaurants. I'm sure some people will love it and you can make some money. I've known you for so many years, but I didn't expect you to hide this One hand."
Wang Hongyu comforted Xiao Hua'er at the side: "Hua'er, don't worry, your brother won't take you to eat hamburgers. Later, your brother Wang will take you there, and he will also take you to try the KFC fried chicken!"
Yao Yuan hated it: "Okay, okay! Stop it, you still sell fried noodles? Why don't you let me open a restaurant?! You can think of it! Go home as soon as you're full, I'll have time to review Will you do your homework soon? You will be in your third year of high school at the beginning of school, what better than not studying hard? "
The two bad friends wiped their mouths after eating and left without even washing the dishes. Xiaohua pouted and carried the dirty dishes and bowls into the kitchen.
Yao Yuan followed behind to comfort him: "Don't be angry, it's just hamburgers and fried chicken. Give me some time and I'll think of a way to make sure you can eat it. We'll eat it every day." Let you eat to the limit and eat until you vomit!"
Xiao Hua'er's big eyes squinted over and gave his brother a beautiful big look...
The night is getting darker, the shadows of the trees are dancing outside the window, and the faint tuberose in the night breeze can be smelled through the screen window.
Turning on the desk lamp, he sat at the desk and frowned, flipping through the book. Former Yao Yuan and Chef Yao are now trying hard to be a good student.
