"Dahe, this is the bun you have been blowing for several days? Is it that delicious? This is not your relative. If you want to do business, do you come here to be a custody?"
The workers who got off work together wanted to drink tofu brain and eat fried dough sticks, and then redeem them for a while and then go home. Seeing Chen Dahe and several workers surrounding a small car selling buns, they subconsciously followed them.
"Get out! If you don't believe me, just eat one by yourself. If it doesn't taste delicious, just treat me as a treat!" Chen Dahe said too urgently and was a little choking.
The coworker next to him hurriedly handed over a bottle of mineral water and drank half a bottle in one sip, then he got better.
It was suspected that Chen Dahe's coworkers didn't really get the buns from him, but bought one by himself. Yes, he was so cautious. He bought a leek meat, and his expression changed when he sipped. Without further ado, they were all hungry people who were hungry for the middle of the night. A big bun was solved in three or four.
"Boss, give me ten! Two meat fillings are the same as five, pack them separately."
"Okay!" Li Yunzhen smiled and moved in a sleek manner.
Chen Dahe smiled, "Don't you say I'm asking?"
Zeng Qiao apologized very readily, "My mistake, I misunderstood you."
Chen Dahe didn't care either. They were all men, who would care about this quarrel?
A man from Northeast China is straightforward, generous and generous.
"Can your wife and children finish eating after buying so much?" Chen Dahe looked at the two bags full of them, very suspicious.
"I can't finish ordinary buns. Such delicious buns are not sure whether they are enough or not!"
Speaking of his wife and children, Zeng Qiao is a 40-year-old man who smiles like a flower and is simply invisible.
After being reminded by Zeng Qiao, the workers who had eaten for breakfast joined the repurchase group.
"Sister, give me eight, four of each stuffing, pack them separately, and let my wife and son taste them."
"Give me ten! I not only have my wife, children, but also my parents."
"I also want ten. My parents don't live with us, but there are more children at home, and each one can eat more than the other."
With Zeng Qiao's lead, the group of miners who got off work together seemed to have switched on and wanted to buy them back and bring them to their wives and children for food.
Li Yuzhen couldn't even close her mouth. She kept picking up buns and putting them on. Tong Dali, who was on the other hand, didn't say anything, but he was not slow to collect money and found money.
It just so happened that it was the time for kindergarten to go to school. When the parents who were sending their children to school in the town saw a group of people around here. The Chinese people were all in love with fun. When they heard that the buns were delicious, the parents would not talk about it for now, and the child was trying to eat it.
There is no way, a child aged four or five has no way to refuse the temptation of delicious food.
Fortunately, buns are not expensive, two for three yuan. Even if children can’t finish eating, aren’t there any parents?
I thought that after the miners had bought it, the remaining buns would be sold as they pleased, but who knew that the car was surrounded by a group of children and parents. They didn’t buy much, basically two, one stuffing and one, and try the taste.
But Li Yunzhen was still very happy. She just had business, just care about how many they bought.
A little girl with pigtails, holding the bun in her hands and gnawed it. Her cheeks were bulging and her mouth was oily and cute. In less than ten minutes, she killed a big bun.
After eating, I patted my belly with regret, "I had known that I wouldn't eat at home just now, so I could have another bun."
Tong Ranhuan, who was on the other side, couldn't help but laughed out loud. She bent over and said, "You can eat it tomorrow."
Who knew that the child shook his head, "How can you wait until tomorrow for such a delicious bun? I want to eat it at noon. Mom, can my lunch be replaced with meat buns?"
"No, you have to have dinner in the kindergarten at noon." The child's mother was very gentle and spoke softly.
Tong Ranhuan thought the child would cry, but who knew that she was carrying a small schoolbag and immediately squatted down, covering her belly with one hand, and her little brows were about to frown together, "I think I can't go to kindergarten today, my stomach hurts."
Tong Ranhuan: "..."
Is this a good drama?
The child's mother still smiled gently, "I don't go to kindergarten, and I don't have any buns to eat at noon."
The child was not thinking, "Mom, please think about it again. Now I buy it home and just serve lunch. Grandma doesn't have to cook anymore, so it's easier to save money."
Tong Ranhuan was shocked, yelled! Are all children so smart nowadays?
The child’s mother has obviously dealt with this situation many times and is very experienced with the child. “If you don’t go to kindergarten now, you won’t be able to eat delicious buns tomorrow morning.”
The child suddenly stood up, sorted out his schoolbag on the spot, and then ran to the kindergarten.
After walking a few steps, he stopped again, turned around and looked at his mother, stretched out two fleshy fingers, "I want to eat two tomorrow morning."
"If you act well today."
When the child heard this, he clenched his fists and made a cheering gesture, "I will take the little red flower!"
With this example, the children around them follow suit and talk about conditions with their parents. Naturally, parents should perform well and listen to the teacher as their conditions, just like their children's mothers.
Then all day long, the kindergarten teacher found that the playful students in the past were so obedient today, not crying or making trouble, not fighting, and not bullying other children, and they were in harmony.
They were simply little angels. She thought her teaching level had improved, but she didn't know that they just wanted to eat buns.
When Guan Nanyan came back from training in the morning, he bought eight buns directly for breakfast for him and the driver.
I saw him wearing a light gray sportswear, a white towel hanging around his neck, and dense beads of sweat emerged from his forehead. It was obvious that he had fully exercised.
"The business is so good today, I almost had no food to eat." Guan Nanyan said with a smile.
"Is it so exaggerated? If you don't have buns, you won't eat?" Tong Ranhuan asked with a smile.
"Eat, chew tomatoes."
Tong Ranhuan was surprised, "Brother Guan, how old are you still picky about food?"
"I'm not picky about food, but my tongue and stomach have their own ideas." Guan Nanyan said seriously.
Tong Ranhuan gave him a thumbs up, "It turns out that he is a cultural person, and he can speak so fresh and refined in food picky."
Guan Nanyan looked at her shocked and speechless appearance and the smile on the corner of her lips, and couldn't help but smile. She felt a strong sense of separation from him who was usually held in the laboratory. She faded away her maturity and stability, and was more relaxed, more energetic, and more casual.
Usually, Guan Nanyan would not be able to do such things when he was eating buns on the street. But now, he did it very naturally and perfectly integrated with the people in the town.
If it weren't for his face and the temperament of a scholar that exuded from the inside out, no one would think that he was a foreigner.
"Is there water?" Guan Nanyan felt a little choked.
Tong Ranhuan had no water, so he took out a small glass bottle, twisted it and handed it over, "Fresh milk, you can drink it."
Guan Nanyan just took a big mouthful, and finally went down. Only then did he savor the taste of milk. It was smooth and slightly sweet, but the milk taste was very strong and not sparse at all. Although he didn't drink much milk, the quality of the milk could not be bad based on this taste and taste alone.
"Why did you bring a bottle of milk here?" Guan Nanyan asked.
"Oh no! I'll go to school first and give Xiao Ranyan milk!" Tong Ranhuang drove Xiaolan and left with a slut.
Guan Nanyan held the bottle and looked at Xiaolan's car shadow and laughed. Tong Ranhuan has always been lazy and casual, and he is leisurely in everything he does. He never feels at ease with small things. He is very sensible, but he doesn't notice that she is also in a hurry.