The food wholesale market opens at 2 a.m. and closes the stalls at 3 a.m. It is really hard to say that the breakfast shop is hard. The boss usually closes the stalls in the afternoon. After dinner, he goes to bed around 6 a.m. and then gets up and washes, eats something simple, and then drives a small truck to the wholesale market to select ingredients for the whole day.
Due to the impact of African swine fever, today's pork has increased a little, and it is not fat or thin. I only found a few pieces of qualified pork. After buying other ingredients, the boss dragged the ingredients back to the breakfast shop.
It took a lot of time to pick pork today, so he arrived at the store a little later than usual. As soon as he opened the roller shutter door and unloaded the goods, he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from nearby.
It was a crutch, a strange sound made by limping.
The sound came from far to near, and soon, he arrived at the door of the boss's store. The boss was a little surprised. As soon as he was about to turn his head, he heard his roller shutter door being knocked a few times.
The midnight wind blew, and the knocking sound was not small, but it seemed extremely gloomy and rapid.
The boss couldn't help but silence and asked subconsciously: "Who is it? It's less than three o'clock now. I'll open the door at six o'clock."
"Xiao Li, Xiao Li. I am Aunt Wang." The person outside the door replied.
"Aunt Wang?" The boss was stunned. The voice was indeed Aunt Wang. Her breakfast shop has been open for more than 20 years, and Aunt Wang basically comes to the store to buy breakfast every now and then. Moreover, she is unable to walk and often holds a crutch. It turns out that the sound of the crutch she hears is Aunt Wang.
But Aunt Wang usually walks very slowly, why is she so fast today? Can she, an old lady in her 80s, walk so fast? But the boss didn't think about this detail.
"Yes, Xiao Li. Aunt Wang is here to ask you something." Aunt Wang said through the roller shutter door.
"What's the matter, Aunt Wang."
"Xiao Li, my son is hungry. But there is only your shop nearby, so it is the first to open the door. Can you help him get some food? " Aunt Wang said.
"This, but I haven't opened the door yet." The boss was a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, it's okay to do anything casually. My son is not clever. There is little food at home. My son has eaten all the old bacon that I had stored in my refrigerator for several years, and cooked all the rice, but he is still hungry." Aunt Wang begged, "I really can't do anything. You are fine, Xiao Li. Aunt is rich. If you ask my son to eat it casually, just treat it as a big help to my aunt."
To be honest, he often saw Aunt Wang for decades, but the boss had never seen Aunt Wang's son. It is said that the young man suffered some setbacks when he was young, and finally hid at home and stayed away from the door and stayed away from the world.
It’s not easy for anyone. The boss sighed and was moved by Aunt Wang’s plea. He pulled the roller shutter door and let Aunt Wang come in. As soon as the roller shutter door was pulled open, a strange smell came to him.
On the streets that are not wide, all the shops are closed. The street lights on both sides of the road are extremely dim and you can't see the road clearly. Only the lights of the breakfast shop cut the darkness around them, like a lonely boat in the sea.
There were indeed two people standing at the door. Aunt Wang, who was holding a crutch, leaned beside her, and a crooked middle-aged man leaning against her. The man was wearing a cotton jacket and a hat, and couldn't see his face clearly.
This should be Aunt Wang’s son.
"Thank you, Xiao Li. I'll put my son here to sit." Aunt Wang, who was in her 80s, helped the middle-aged man who was not strong to the seat closest to the door, served him and wiped the sweat from his head.
She trembled and took out a cloth bag in her pocket. It was a handkerchief with a thick stack of money. It was about several thousand yuan.
"Xiao Li, I'll ask you to make whatever my son wants to eat. I still have some things to deal with at home. I'll go back first and come and pick him up later." Aunt Wang put the money on the table.
The boss quickly stopped: "I will cook a bowl of noodles for him casually, just a simple task. I don't think he can eat anything."
He thought to himself, a middle-aged man who has no strength has been able to eat at home. How much can he eat?
Aunt Wang grinned and said, "How strange it is to see it." She insisted on putting down the money, and then she walked towards the house with a trembling crutch. When she was about to reach the door, Aunt Wang suddenly seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned around and reminded her: "Xiao Li, you can make whatever my son wants to eat."
"I know, I run a breakfast shop and eat a lot. I can't hungry for your son."
"That's good, that's good." Aunt Wang was still worried: "There's another thing, Xiao Li, you must remember. I'll tell my son to do anything, just don't let him nod."
"Ah, why?" the boss asked subconsciously.
"He has a sprained neck, so he must not nod or nod." Aunt Wang glanced at his son deeply and said with great urgency: "Absolutely, he cannot nod."
As she spoke, she left reluctantly. When she was thin and her staggering body disappeared into the darkness, the only one who was left in the secluded street was left with him and Aunt Wang's son.
The cold wind blew in, causing him to hit several cold waves. The boss quickly pulled down the roller shutter door and looked at Aunt Wang's son.
"Brother, what's your name? It's the first time I've seen you in so many years. What are you going to eat?" The boss rubbed his hands, looked at the money on the table, and silently put it away. He thought that if this kid didn't eat much, his neighbors would not charge the money. He would return the money to the same.
"My name is Zhao Kun." The middle-aged man buried his face in his collar and hat said, "Boss, eat two cages of buns first."
"Okay, two cages of small buns? My little buns are full of ingredients, so you may not finish it." The boss replied kindly. Even a strong man of 1.8 meters tall, eating two cages of small buns is almost the same.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Kun swallowed his saliva: "It's big."
"What?" His voice was as thin as a mosquito flying, and the boss couldn't hear it clearly.
Zhao Kun stuck out his hand and pointed to the large steamer that had been wrapped on the table, preparing to serve the pot after four o'clock. The boss was stunned: "Brother, weren't you kidding me?"
The steamer is 1.2 meters in diameter, and it is hard to pick it up even if an adult embraces it. One steamer can steam about 50 large meat buns. In short, two steamers and more than 30 kilograms of buns. Not to mention that he is so thin, even five men who often do physical work can't eat it for an hour.
Chapter completed!