"Shopkeeper, one portion of rice rolls and two eggs."
When he arrived at the rice roll shop, he saw that there was still a seat at the square table. Xu Ping greeted him with a smile and sat down here.
Even though it was almost midnight, there were not a few people eating breakfast in the store.
Most of them are workers working nearby, and there are also self-employed people like Xu Ping who eat rice rolls and go back to open a shop.
Standing next to the iron drawer is a woman with an amazing figure wearing a blue sarong. She has a bulging chest, bulging front and back, and stretches out her arms to scoop up milky white rice milk and put it into the iron drawer.
Pour over and beat two more eggs.
The woman who heard the voice turned around and looked over. She had an oval face, a fair complexion, and a healthy blush. She smiled brightly and said, "It's Brother Aping. Please wait a moment."
I do not know.
Xu Ping responded with a smile and waited quietly.
When he had nothing to do, he watched the girl in front of him and was busy.
The rice milk made from rice is poured into an iron drawer-like cooker, steamed into a rice film, and then scraped up with a special scraper, placed on a plate, and topped with light soy sauce, sesame oil, and sesame seeds.
, the aroma suddenly hits your nose.
"Brother Aping, it's so early today, so I added shrimp paste for you." The girl hurried over with rice rolls and put them on the table.
Looking at the rice rolls decorated with black sesame seeds on the table, Xu Ping smiled lightly: "Well, thank you."
The original owner would come here to have breakfast every morning.
Xu Ping maintains his old habits, and he still likes food like rice rolls.
"Yanyan, why do you add shrimp meat to him instead of brother Afeng?"
The guest sitting next to him spoke half-jokingly.
The girl who looked like a little boss lady pinched her waist and said, "Look at what you look like. If you want to be half as handsome as Brother Aping, I will not only add shrimp paste to you, but also add prawns directly to you."
The speaker suddenly looked depressed, glanced at the handsome Xu Ping sitting next to him, and muttered: "I wish I were as handsome as you."
"Hey, Yanyan is feeling springy too."
"The boy from the coffin shop is too thin. Why don't you consider me, my brother?"
"With all that fat on your body, you will be crushed to death."
Everyone suddenly started talking in a pornographic tone.
The girl knocked on the plastic bucket with an iron spoon, and her words were quite strong: "I can add more to whomever I like, and I am smiling at you. I really think I am showing off here."
With that said, the girl saw that the rice milk in the bucket had reached the bottom and ran into the kitchen angrily.
When Xu Ping saw this, he couldn't laugh or cry.
The most famous thing in Yangji rice roll store is not the delicious rice rolls, but the Yang's Shuangshu.
My sister Yang Feiyan is gentle, charming, childlike, and a giant rabbit.
My sister Yang Feiqiao, uh, is also pretty good.
Xu Ping shook his head and began to work hard.
Yang Feiyan, who walked into the kitchen with long legs, had an unhappy face. When she saw the girl sitting by the huge millstone grinding rice milk, she said angrily: "Sister, I quit. I sell to these people every day."
Damn it, I’ve had enough.”
The girl she called her sister was none other than Yang Feiqiao, the other sister of the Yang family.
Yang Feiqiao was sitting on the pony. She was a small one, wearing a blue sarong that was a few sizes too small, revealing a short section of ivory white calves. Her figure was like a bean sprout, petite and exquisite.
She raised her head, revealing her small face as big as a palm, pushing a millstone weighing several hundred kilograms with one arm, without a trace of sweat on her forehead.
Looking at my sister who was about to give up her sex, she looked calm and said slowly, "Is your butt itchy?"
"...No!" Like a mouse meeting a cat, recalling the fear of being dominated by her sister, Yang Feiyan laughed dryly and complained: "But sister, when are we going to take action? I'm already so hungry and thirsty."
Yang Feiqiao slowly stood up and looked at his sister who was a head taller than him. He jumped up and said, "If you can't speak, then don't speak. Do any girls talk like this?"
After reprimanding his incoherent sister, Yang Feiqiao began to speak earnestly again: "Sister, I haven't found where grandpa's grave is yet, so I will wrong you for a while and treat those people as farts."
"I got it!" Yang Feiyan covered her forehead and promised softly.
Suddenly, her eyes burst out with a fierce light again: "Those people's mouths really stink. Didn't they just add some shrimp paste to Brother Aping? They were just talking there. I really wanted to shoot them in the butt...
…their eyes.”
Seeing her sister's little face as big as a palm, and pulling longer than a donkey, Yang Feiyan's desire for survival exploded, and she finally stopped the car with her mouth.
"Although we found out that grandpa's coffin was purchased at Xu Ji Coffin Shop, we want to check the account books from that year, but it's almost ok, and it shouldn't be too obvious."
"I know that no one will suspect him. He is really handsome anyway!"
"It's so superficial. A man can't just look at his face, he must be capable. Anyway, your sister and I don't look down on such people."
Yang Feique's words are unequivocal.
But Yang Feiyan didn't want to listen anymore. She carried a large bucket of rice milk, lifted the door curtain and went out, showing her charming smile again.
Eye-catching and profitable.
"Brother Aping~~"
Lifting the curtain, Yang Feiyan stopped showing off and was stunned for a moment.
Where Xu Ping was sitting just now, there was only an empty plate and ten copper coins, which were far more than the market price.
…
Touching his cheek, Xu Ping returned to the coffin shop and sighed in his heart.
Handsome, maybe you can’t eat it as a meal, but you can eat seafood, and it’s seafood given by beautiful women.
At this moment, there was a noise at the door of the shop.
"Shopkeeper Xu, is shopkeeper Xu here?"
Following the sound, I saw Qiu Sheng walking in with a smile on his face.
Behind him were four men at the door. There was a cart parked at the door, probably pulling the coffin.
Xu Ping stood behind the counter and said with a smile: "Qiu Sheng, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Qiu Sheng saluted, stepped forward quickly, took out a money bag from his arms, counted out twenty-five ocean coins, and placed it on the table.
Judging from the heavy weight of the money bag and Qiu Sheng's laughter as he counted the money, I'm afraid he gained a lot from this job.
"Would you like to order?"
"Need not!"
Putting Dayang into the drawer, Xu Ping pointed to the coffin at the door and said: "Just drag the nanmu coffin away."
Normally, he would go out and hire Lifu to deliver goods to customers' doors.
Even if you meet an old man, you have to offer incense and kowtow.
But Mr. Ren's matter is a bit special, and he doesn't want too many outsiders to get involved, so it's all handled by Uncle Jiu.
For the fifty pieces of gold, he took the receipt and went to Master Ren to pay for it.
Qiu Sheng directed the four people to move the coffin onto the cart, and then used a curtain to cover the cart tightly.
First of all, it's early in the morning, and I don't want passers-by to think it's bad luck. People here are very particular about this.
Secondly, it is tradition to cover the coffin with a red cloth. Moreover, this red cloth will be torn off in the future and made into clothes for the younger members of the family. What does it mean? It is probably the blessing of the ancestors and good luck and so on.
Xu Ping stood nearby, watching a few people busy. Thinking of this coffin, he might not be able to survive tonight...
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
Plug-ins must transcend weird and evil spirits in order to obtain rewards, but the world is too chaotic and they cannot put the cart before the horse and abandon their own livelihood.
After all, living is the most important thing.
And Old Master Ren is about to transform into a corpse. Isn’t this what he wants?
Thinking of this, Xu Ping rolled his eyes and a smile appeared on his face.