Chengnan Street is a famous food street in S City. There are nightclubs in front of schools and nightclubs behind. The business is booming. At night, the streets are full of diners and very lively.
What kind of spicy tang, rice noodles, boiled fish balls, sizzling squid... There are all kinds of snacks. In order to eat an authentic snack, many people even take a detour after getting off work to come here for supper.
However, there is a rule in setting up a stall in this kind of place. Basically, they don't sell staple food. First, because the staple food is to filling and cannot be sold at a high price, one steamed bun is enough, and the vendors can't make any money. Second, because the diners We don't go all the way to the snack street to eat rice and steamed buns. What everyone eats is a feature, and no one spends money on those bad street food.
So when Xu Cinian rode a small tricycle and brought a child here to set up a stall selling wonton stew, he really scared the surrounding hawkers.
Is this person mentally ill or has he gone out without taking medicine? It's okay to go to a place like this to sell wonton stew, what's the matter with a milk baby in your arms?
Xu Sinian didn't pay any attention to the surprised eyes around him. After he stopped the car, he set up a small stove, simmered the soup stock prepared in advance, simmered the white and fat little wontons covered with a clean white cloth, and then set up a wooden board. The son placed it in front of the car and wrote a letter: Wowojia soup stocked with small wontons, there is a small meaty paw print at the inscription, and a small round rabbit is drawn next to it.
"Wowo, get out of the car." He stretched out his hand to say hello and placed two small benches beside the car. Wowo obediently stretched out his arms around his neck and climbed onto the bench as soon as his feet landed. Young uncles and aunts all looked at him, and he was not stage fright. When he saw everyone, he rolled his eyes and laughed with two small dimples.
Small bench, small wonton stew, small paw prints... small steamed buns, all cute things in one, instantly killed many aunts and aunts next to them.
"Why is this child so cute?"
"That's right, my grandson knew how to cry when he was so old, and he wasn't so obedient at all."
"This kid's dad looks so young and so energetic, no wonder he gave birth to such a cute doll."
The chatter next to him caused the surrounding hawkers to stick their heads out to look. At this moment, Xu Cinian and Wowo, one big and one small were sitting side by side on a small stool, holding their chins, their expressions and actions were the same...
Wowo wears a cream-yellow melon rind hat, a small blue padded jacket, and white rabbit gloves, Xu Cinian wears a coat of the same color, a white scarf, and white gloves, and doesn't know where to get a ball of cream-yellow dough, just knead a few times. I pinched it into a little yellow chicken and handed it to my son.
"Wowo, shout twice for Dad."
Wowo tilted his head and blinked his eyes as if asking: "Shouting the god horse?"
"Well... I'm going to sell wonton stew. It's stewed with small wontons in broth with thin skin and big stuffing."
Xu Cinian originally wanted to tease his son, but he didn't expect Wowo to take it seriously. He thought about it for a long time with his cheeks puffed up and seemed to be pondering why this sentence was so complicated as if it was not rude.
Seeing Wowo's silly face, Xu Cinian couldn't help laughing, stood up, and snatched his sleeves, "Forget it, I'm kidding you, Dad is going to start work, be nice and don't run around, you know. ?"
He put on his apron and counted that the time was almost up. He lifted the stainless steel lid on the small stove, and a strong aroma rushed out in an instant, causing the pedestrians who didn't notice this wonton stew stall to stop in an instant.
"It smells so good! What's so fragrant?"
"Sell... bastard! What a big... bastard!"
Wowo didn't know why such a sentence suddenly appeared at this time, standing on the small bench, puffing out his cheeks and trying to raise his voice, his hands were still gesturing as if to tell others that their "jerk" was so big!
"puff..."
I don't know who couldn't help laughing first, and then everyone around laughed, how can this little baby with a milky voice be so funny!
People who were not at all interested in Xu Cinian's wonton stew, at this time, don't know whether it was because of the wow or because of the strong aroma of the broth, and they came over one after another, and even a few aunties who set up stalls around them put down their stalls and ran away. Come and play with the kids.
"Bring me a bowl."
"Me too, put more dried shrimp and no seaweed!"
...
The people around were talking about buying wonton stew. Xu Cinian didn't expect his son to be so charming, and he would attract so much business in one voice. He smiled and started to work.
He boiled water, seasoned, and simmered a pot of wontons. He counted the number and put them in a bowl. He added a spoonful of the broth that had been simmering for more than ten hours. Sesame oil, a bowl of hot and fragrant wonton stew is complete.
When the people around him eat it, they can't stop their mouths. It's not because of how delicious his wonton stew is, but because the portion is very generous. The filling is one big, and you can absorb the delicious gravy when you bite the dough. Stuffing a piece of shrimp, chewing carefully, and diced winter bamboo shoots, it is not something that any vendor can do for a bowl of wonton stew.
The fat aunt who set up a stall next to it selling Mala Tang couldn't move her legs when she saw WoWo, teasing her child and asking, "Little brother, you are a young man in his twenties who want to take children and set up a stall again. , is it hard work?"
Xu Cinian was a little ashamed when he heard this. He was already 30 years old, and it was a bit embarrassing to be regarded as a 20-year-old boy...
But Luo Xiaomao must be happy to hear this, he can imagine the virtue of that guy pinching his waist and saying, "Diaoyou, thanks to the mask I force you to put on every day, no need to thank you so much".
"Uh...just...fortunately, I'm not alone."
"Yo, that means you have a daughter-in-law, what about your daughter-in-law?"
still in jail...
The corner of Xu Cinian's mouth twitched, and he had a headache thinking about the past. He really didn't want to continue this topic. Just when he was trying to find an excuse to avoid it, the sound of a car whistle suddenly came from the street corner.
"Drip-drip-!"
The harsh car roar resounded throughout Chengnan Street, and the surrounding hawkers rolled their eyes and cursed, "Obviously there is no other way to go, you have to drive to squeeze this small road, driving a BMW is great, what a thing!"
Xu Cinian glanced forward from a distance. It was a red sports car with a strong wind. The wide-body directly blocked most of the street. He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to look at his watch. It was exactly six o'clock in the evening. Half of it was almost the time when Xu's company got off work.
"Auntie, does this car often go from here? Why don't you walk away when you know there will be traffic jams?"
Xu Cinian wrapped wonton stew while pretending to be chatting to inquire, and the fat aunt was furious when she mentioned this, "Isn't it! Poor life! There is a Fuhua community behind our street. All the rich people live. They can go all the way around. This red BMW, in order to save a little oil and money, go back from here. He blocked the road tightly, and he kept honking the horn, for fear that we poor people would block his way, something!"
Xu Cinian raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, staring at the license plate of the car, remembering the news that Luo Xiaomao helped him find out before, and he already knew it.
At this time, the car had already driven slowly to him, because there were too many diners in front of the wonton stew stall, and the surrounding roads were very narrow. The car was tightly trapped by the pedestrians and could not move for a while.
The owner of the car honked his horn impatiently, causing everyone around him to complain. At this time, Xu Cinian turned around and found that the wow was gone. He panicked, and he dared to put down the lid of the pot and look around.
"Wowo! Where are you, Wowo?"
The people around were caring about the red BMW that was blocking the road, and they didn't have time to pay attention to the child. At this time, after hearing Xu Cinian's call, they came back to their senses and helped him find it.
For a time, Chengnan Street, which had been blocked for a long time, was even more chaotic. A child over one year old just learned to walk, and being submerged in the crowd may be dangerous at any time!
Xu Cinian was really panicked, dropped the stall, got into the crowd, and kept shouting the name of Wowo, but at a glance, he saw the front of the car not far away. Li still held the little yellow chicken that he had pinched for him and looked around in confusion.
"Wowo!"
He screamed and hurried forward. At this moment, the car started suddenly, his scalp went numb, and without thinking, he rushed to the front and hugged the child.
The car window rolled down, and the car owner stuck his head out, just in line with Xu Cinian's face, and his face immediately changed color.
Goodbye...!?
Dong Feng sat there in shock, didn't move for a long time, held the steering wheel, and stared at Xu Cinian's face, his heart was mixed for a while.
It has been seven years, and he has not seen Xu Cinian for seven years.
It was said that he had already died in prison, but he never believed that his once strong and strong lover could have died in prison... He didn't even see him the last time.
Although he has been with New Year's, he never thought of letting Xu Ci die in the new year. Now that we meet again, does it prove that he is not dead at all?
Thinking of this possibility, his palms were soaked, and his heart was both nervous and excited. He was about to get out of the car when he unfastened his seat belt, but he saw Xu Cinian from outside the car window glance at him and hugged him like a stranger. A child goes forward.
"Celebrate the new year! Xu bids the new year!"
He jumped out of the car and, ignoring the public's eyes, went up and grabbed Xu Cinian's arm.
Xu Cinian turned around and frowned at him for a long time, "Sir, are you okay?"
Dong Feng was stunned, staring at the familiar face in front of him for a while before he squeezed out a few words, "Farewell, I'm Dong Feng, you...you don't recognize me?"
Xu Cinian was even more inexplicable, staring at the "rich man" in a suit and leather shoes in front of him with a puzzled look on his face, and then suddenly laughed, "Sir, should I know you?"
——Small Theater——
Dong Feng chased after him with an affectionate expression: Farewell! Say goodbye to Xu!
He put on an expression of injury and pain at the end of the new year. Just as he was about to turn back to his lines, he heard the sound of "Oops". Dong Zha tripped over a car...! ? [Yes, you read that right, it's a car]
The director was furious, and he pointed at the red cardboard shell next to his big hand and cursed at the thing with the BMW logo painted on it: Qucheng, do you dare to be more naive! COS a car is not good COS! Also the chief male lead of the Mengshan Prison Repertory Troupe! I bah!
Qu Cheng was angry, flipping the table and saying: If you dare to grab a daughter-in-law with Lao Tzu, you will end up like this! o(￣ヘ￣o#)
Mass OS: Would your crew dare to be poorer! ! BMW is also a fucking piece of paper!
——Brother Cheng's anger brushes his sense of existence————[Brother Cheng will show up in the next chapter, and crawl away weakly…]