Chapter 7 Suo Fan [New book, please collect and read]

From the small courtyard to the intersection, there is actually only one house across the street, and then there is the small street.

Tang Shi stood behind the stall, holding a loudspeaker and shouting advertisements. Among the green plants in front of him, there were many small signs with numbers of five yuan, ten yuan, and fifteen yuan written on them. The largest number was fifty.

She was dressed like a small vendor, with a fanny pack around her waist and a pile of plastic bags hanging on it. When she met a customer who asked about the price, she smiled soothingly, calling her "beautiful and handsome guy" and "uncle".

Aunt.

A simple black T-shirt, a pair of black sweatpants, her hair is still tied up as simply as before, and it is neat and tidy, but it is no longer the talkative look of yesterday, but warm, cheerful and generous.

"Thank you for your patronage. I hope you will come back next time!"

"Oh, beauty, you are really discerning. These are the best two or three pots. If you want them, I will give you a bear boy."

"Auntie, your grandson is so sensible. He didn't even beg you to buy it for him. It's when the child is very curious. These small plants can cultivate the child's love. Why don't you choose a few small ones for him?"

Song Ci read it for a long time before discovering another side of Tang poetry that was sharp and articulate.

She can always find the demand point immediately, and then introduce the benefits of the product and the various advantages of green plants. She picks them up at her fingertips, and even compares them with small plants while talking.

Pointing to his stall, Tang Shi replied: "I am a stall owner, Mr. Tang, if you dare to shout, I will not dare to agree."

So polite?

Facing the harmless Song Ci who was smiling, Tang Shi thought for a moment, then took out a twenty-dollar bill from his pocket, and handed several bills to Song Ci: "I was so rude just now, I'll treat you to a guest to make amends.

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The nest grass is mushy!

When the burnt smell was blown outside by the range hood fan, Tang Shi happened to be holding green plants in the yard. When he smelled the burnt smell, Tang Shi suppressed a smile and looked at Song Ci's rental house.

Tang Shi couldn't hold it back at all and burst out laughing. She felt it was impolite and covered her mouth again.

Bending down, holding both sides of the frame, Song Ci exerted force, and the frame moved a little, and then fell down.

"Pfft!"

"Hey, this tastes right, it's so fragrant!" Song Ci took the seasoning, cut a corner, and began to estimate how much salt to add. He carefully poured a little bit on the spatula. If he felt it was not enough, he poured more.

Some.

Song Ci tried it, and it was really good. After eating a few bites, Song Ci threw away the garbage and helped her take the green plants back to the yard.

Yeah?

Song Ci: "..."

Noticing her little movements, Song Ci couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

There is a process for getting to know a person, but you have to take the initiative to get involved in this process. This is what a friend told him, and Song Ci thinks it makes sense.

When passing by Tang Shi's stall, Song Ci had embarrassment on his face, a little uncomfortable and a little bit embarrassed.

He is a rough man, and oftentimes, a little reckless.

Bad experience.

He took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Song Ci. Tang Shi looked at Song Ci, who was eating gracefully, and said, "Try to take a big mouthful of noodles, it will taste better when you eat it."

He turned on the induction cooker and put in the vegetable oil he just bought. Song Ci was wearing an apron and touching his chin, thinking about what the oil temperature was 80% hot.

It’s very frustrating to be in a hurry, to work hard, and still not be able to do something well.

After touching the phone, Song Ci checked it and found that it could be separated.

When the goods are purchased, they will immediately return to the yard to move the goods, and then continue to sell. That unique voice can often attract more customers.

I say this on purpose just to shorten the distance and the topic a little bit.

I didn’t expect that Song Ci couldn’t even cook simple meals.

After finishing the rice noodles, there was nothing left in the bowl except soup, and she ate them all.

He speaks nicely and his presentation is professional. He really has a way.

"Even egg whites and yolks can be separated. What is there in this world that cannot be separated?" While muttering to himself, Song Ci took the egg and knocked it on the edge of the bowl.

Tang Shi said modestly that he was just trying to earn some hard-earned money, and then moved his pocket back slightly.

When Song Ci came back with the packaged noodles, he handed Tang Shi a bowl, held a bowl himself, squatted half a meter away from her, and sipped the noodles together.

Boys shouldn’t learn to do things that women are good at!

Song Ci nodded and said, "It's okay. I think it's quite funny myself. It's indeed my first time doing it and I don't understand anything."

Taking big mouthfuls with his eyes in the bowl and eating seriously, Song Ci was eye-opening.

When taking out the meat, Song Ci turned it over with chopsticks and felt that it was almost the same. Then he started to add spices and green peppers. When they were finally mixed together, the aroma began to come out.

I seem to hear the sentence: Can you do it, thin dog!

After laughing enough, he started to place small green plants, and kept mumbling: "You don't even know how to cook, how do you have to be pampered in this family?"

Such a big frame is so powerful!

"Mr. Tang, your business is good, you have sold so many." Looking at the green plants with many vacancies, Song Ci was a little surprised. No wonder Tang Shi's pockets were bulging.

"Mr. Tang, business is booming!"

The guest came again at an untimely time. Song Ci said goodbye in a sensible manner. Tang Shi nodded and began to devote himself to the important matter of making money.

Song Ci:??

There was no rice left, not a single dish was cooked, and either I couldn’t eat it or I couldn’t eat it.

At this moment, Tang Shi didn't have much business, so it didn't hinder their chat. Song Ci pointed to the noodle shop in front: "Have you eaten yet? I'll bring one for you too!"

Tang Shi looked at him and smiled. This was the second time they met. He was not as alienated as he was the first time. Instead, Mr. Tang was amused by Song Ci's words.

He collected the money quickly and put it into his bag. Tang Shi was as happy as a squirrel after getting pine nuts. That kind of happiness seemed very real and without any falsehood.

When Tang Shi ate, she was quite bold. A bowl of very ordinary noodles was like a delicacy in her hand, and it tasted delicious.

Don't even think about it, there's no chance.

Beauty, you are such a good person, can you teach me?

In the yard.

Before Tang Shi could say anything to refuse, Song Ci went to buy food.

But the first time she met Song Ci, she felt that Song Ci was gentle and at least polite, and he didn't look at people with burning eyes.

"I went to buy some dinner. It was my first time to cook, and it failed. All the ingredients were wiped clean." Song Ci spoke of the sadness of the past two hours in a joking tone.

Tang Shidu had already moved his things away, and it didn't look like he was having any difficulty.

"I'm sorry, my laughter point is a bit low. I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't mean to laugh at you." Tang Shi explained.

Stir fry, stir fry!

Confused!

Trying again, but still without success, Tang Shi took it over with a smile: "Let me do it, you are not used to this."

How hot is that?

Nodding, Song Ci shook the dish and said, "You can save money by eating by yourself and stay healthy. I won't disturb your business, Mr. Tang. You go ahead and do your business!"

Every time she collected money, she would show the same happy expression that Song Ci saw. When she was free, she would take her mobile phone to see how much money was in the empty change, and count the money in the bag.

Just work harder.

I simply find it funny, not ridicule, but Tang Shi is somewhat sympathetic.

After collecting the money, Song Ci thought for a moment: "Apologizing is too harsh. I'll treat you to milk tea next time, and we'll reciprocate."

He looks a bit polite, but he has a strong physique, speaks in a catchy rhythm, and has a bright smile. He should be an outgoing boy.

While stirring with a grin on his face, he was thinking about how long it would take to stir-fry until it's eighty-mature. Mad, he couldn't estimate it at all.

When he saw that she was free, Song Ci walked over.

There were big and small bags, and I thought he knew how to cook, but it turned out to be nothing. This tasted like shredded green pepper and pork, right? It was fried to a crisp, and I couldn’t use my hands to eat it.

Suck!

Noticing that Song Ci was carrying dishes, pots and pans, and an induction cooker, she asked, "Mr. Song, are you ready to start the fire?"

Some people find it easy to flirt with girls, while others find it difficult. Song Ci is the latter.

Song Ci didn't feel embarrassed at all. Even if it was embarrassing, just throw it away and just laugh. Song Ci would wait until she had laughed enough.

Holding the egg in confusion and looking at the broken bowl, Song Ci took a deep breath.

Peace to pieces!

Biting his lip, Song Ci felt that he was really stupid. He thought it was almost done, so he removed the meat and mixed the fresh meat into the sizzling hot oil. The splash of hot oil burned him several times.

Two hours later, it was already eleven o'clock, and Tang Shi saw Song Ci going out.

In the end, he did not separate the egg whites, but put the eggs in together. After stirring for a while, Song Ci started to cut the green peppers. Although it took a lot of time, it was done in a good way.
To be continued...