The night is slightly cool.
Increased temperature can enhance snake activity, but if it is too hot, they will still seek shade to dissipate heat.
When the weather is hot, Bai puts on cool summer clothes and changes his business hours. During the day, he only does business in the morning and noon. He finds a place to cool down in the afternoon. In the evening, he sets up a stall and works until midnight. The evening is cool. People go out for a walk in twos and threes after dark. When they are tired, they will spend time. Have some money to eat snacks and rest.
Bai Yujun only has four small tables and a few folding bamboo stools.
The burrito business was not good in the evening because people wanted to eat something else after get off work, so Moubai did some research and decided to set up a stall selling cold noodles and cold soup noodles.
The soup is prepared in advance and comes in light and spicy flavors, with a slightly otherworldly feel.
Step on the bamboo stool and straighten your arms to change the flag sign, monster noodles.
First cook some noodles and cool them down for later use. Prepare all kinds of spicy seasonings. In order to be unique, I went to the specialty wholesale market and bought some wild vegetables. I can make spicy cold noodles, tomato cold noodles, scallion oil cold noodles, etc. Kind of taste.
To be a pushcart vendor, you need to make changes according to the environment, not give up the main product, and give customers a choice.
At night, there are few motor vehicles passing in front of the school, and there are many pedestrians.
Sure enough, pedestrians strolling around enjoying the cool night are willing to order some cold noodles.
The small table was quickly filled up, and some casual customers simply squatted on the curb with paper bowls and ate. The water used to make the soup was purified water gathered by magic, so it didn't cause stomach upset.
The price is fair and the reputation is good.
It was past seven o'clock one night.
As he was busy, he suddenly looked up and saw Zhenbei in dirty camouflage clothes.
This kid's face is covered with cement dust, and his rubber shoes are extremely worn out. He has obviously just finished his work as a bricklayer and came out to find something to eat. His hair is like a pig's nest, and the hair on the back of his head that has been flattened by sleep looks very funny. He is staring at it with a cigarette in his mouth. Moubai was stunned and didn't even notice that the cigarette fell to the ground.
"You...you are setting up a stall here?"
He looked like he had seen a ghost, or perhaps a demon would be more appropriate.
Bai Yujun spread his hands and rolled his eyes.
"Didn't you already see it? When did you come out? No longer going to school?"
"I can't go to school. My family is poor. I should go out to work early to earn money to supplement my family's expenses. You can sell this for a few yuan a bowl. I just finished my work and haven't eaten yet."
Zhenbei pointed at the cold noodle soup and his stomach growled. Cold noodle soup was good and refreshing. Drinking the soup after eating would make you feel fuller.
"My business is good today. I'll treat you to a meal for free. Sit over there and wait for a while."
"Thank you very much. If you need anything in the future, just call me."
Without saying too much, they could have started fighting at any time before and now they are friends. It’s strange. Maybe a bowl of cold noodles is not worth a few dollars but it is a bond of friendship.
Zhenbei walked to the back and took a look under the tree. There were all city dwellers sitting there. He looked at his clothes, turned back and squatted on the curb next to the cart.
Bai Yujun glanced at it and said nothing. He was really not used to it, so he just felt free to do it.
I grabbed the cold noodles with my little hands and put them in a bowl. I gave two servings. I added soup, cucumbers, tomatoes and chili peppers, and two more hard-boiled and peeled eggs. After thinking about it, I added some green andrographis, and took out a pair of chopsticks to pass them over. To Zhenbei.
"Eat slowly by yourself, I have to keep busy with other customers."
"Okay~"
Put the cigarette in your mouth between your ears, hold the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other while squatting beside the cart to pull it into your mouth.
Bai Yujun shook his head. He was a very strong boy. Others were still in junior high school, dating and rebellious, but he had to go out to work and do hard work. Children of poor people have long been the masters, and they have different fates under the same sky.
The dim street lights illuminated the snack and barbecue stall at the school gate, and the paper umbrella lampshade energy-saving lamps illuminated the cart brightly. There were no mosquitoes. Zhenbei felt very comfortable squatting next to the cart.
There are many customers and Bai is very busy.
The nearby barbecue stalls are noisily drinking beer and the meat skewers are sizzling.
Zhenbei was very full, especially the two eggs. He was very hungry. After eating, he had nothing to do and saw the customers leaving, so he collected the tableware and threw it into the trash can, and helped clean the table.
The small stall is very busy, but also very fulfilling.
After a long time, he finally had time to make a bamboo stool and rest for a while. Bai Yujun threw Zhenbei a bottle of soda.
呲~
This kid just dug it open with his hand and drank it all in one breath.
"Boy, why do you come out to work if you are so good? All your skills are wasted."
Hearing this, Zhenbei smiled bitterly.
"I only know how to fight and kill. Now in peaceful times, I have no place to do it. Besides, being hired to kill is purely evil, so I can only work hard to make money."
"Are you short of money?"
"It's not particularly lacking. My mother has high blood pressure and heart disease. As you know, high blood pressure can't be cured even if you have money. You can only live with it. But as time goes by, many organs in your body will go wrong. You have to take a lot of medicine every year and spend a lot of money." Money, the money my dad earns from farming and selling grain and working outside is just enough to take medicine.”
"What kind of work are you doing in the city? Are you tired?"
"Mason, carrying cement bricks upstairs is not tiring for me."
Bai Yujun nodded. In fact, there were many things he couldn't say. Zhenbei didn't know fate or luck, so naturally he couldn't see that his face was gloomy and he was wearing a heavy filial piety. He sighed and was silent.
It's late at night, and people who were hanging out in the cool air have gone home to rest.
Zhenbei helped Bai Yujun close the stall, and then carried the cement gray camouflage clothes back to the work shed.
Bai Yujun pushed the stroller squeaking home. He walked past the street lights and ginkgo trees and disappeared into the darkness and then reappeared in the light. The lonely little figure pushed the stroller away. The fat orange cat sat on the stroller and looked around.
Dog barking occasionally came from behind the iron gate on the roadside, and only a few taxis passed by on the street.
The signs of Internet cafes are flashing, and along the street there are more rolling shutter doors with small advertisements with pictures of lock repair numbers. Stray cats jump on the trash cans in search of food. The dark alleys look like monsters that choose people to eat.
The dim yellow light of the street lamp flickers on and off, elongating the shadows of the white dragon and the orange cat...
Returning to the rental house, I simply took a shower and put on soft pajamas. I curled up in a ball on the bed and fell asleep. The wind blew the curtains slightly, and the shoebox next to the bed was filled with coins and change...
End of an ordinary day.
Sometimes I would secretly go back to see my parents and little sister, and I would often stand downstairs in the community to watch the lights go out...
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From that day on, Zhenbei would come to help set up the stall every night after work, and his salary was a bowl of hearty cold noodles.
Maybe it was because there was no one to talk to when they were outside. As abnormal creatures, they always had a lot in common. After chatting a lot and getting to know each other, Bai Yujun finally understood why this kid had such strong evil aura.
He is a ninth-generation fighting spirit. He died in battle several times and was reborn with memories. This life is like his tenth. As the saying goes, a life of nine deaths is the right word to describe Zhenbei.
The soul of the army and the evil spirit of the army were born for war.
Zhenbei guessed that the one who fell from the dragon that day was Bai Yujun, who was huge and powerful.
It's really rare that the two monsters get along peacefully without fighting.
Except for resting on rainy days, I usually go out to the stall on time and pay all the money. I can't just waste it by doing nothing. Gradually, the cart became a gathering place for familiar relatives and friends.
The younger sister often comes to have lunch, Yun occasionally comes to help, and Zhenbei only comes to help at night.
Small energy-saving lamps illuminate the cozy stall...
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