It was the first time to do business, Wu Suowei was faintly excited, and before dawn in the morning, he set out on the road on a broken tricycle. The car was loaded with a large bucket half a person's height, and a bucket full of millet porridge. Less than half a bag of millet was poured out, but a bottle of edible glue was mixed. The sticky millet porridge swayed in the bucket, and Wu Suowei's heart also fluttered.
I no longer need to be manipulated by others, and I no longer need to use my hard work to make money for others. From today on, I will sell a cup of porridge, and the labor income of this cup of porridge will be mine alone. I sell less and get less, and sell more and get more. I am happy to work overtime. I feel balanced when I lose or earn.
"Sell porridge!"
Wu Suowei yelled in the empty street, feeling extremely happy.
After searching for two miles, Wu Suowei finally found a good place. There were quite a few breakfast shops here, but they were all pancakes, egg-filled pancakes, steamed stuffed buns, and no porridge. So he squeezed the brake to get out of the car and got everything ready. Just as he was about to lift the lid of the bucket, he saw an aunt standing in front of him, staring straight at him.
"Do you want porridge?" Wu Suowei asked.
"You're taking my place." The aunt said with a sullen face.
Wu Suowei smiled, "There is no plan for this piece of land, and you didn't rent this piece of land, so why is it yours?"
The aunt was anxious, "Ask them, do I sell to this every day?"
Wu Suowei was well versed in the rules of this industry, so he refused calmly: "I parked the car here, it's inconvenient to move, please come early tomorrow."
The aunt was so angry that she put the electric cooker on the ground and rolled her eyes at Wu Suowei.
"Okay, I'll let you sell it here today, let's see if you can sell it!"
Wu Suowei pretended he didn't hear, and continued busy with the task at hand.
"Hey wonton stew—boil the pot!" the aunt began to yell.
Wu Suowei overwhelmed the aunt's yelling with ten times the voice, "Millet porridge, one yuan a cup!"
The aunt was cursing at the side, "What a good young man, why don't you do something? You have to come here to sell porridge. Hey... it's better to study. My son graduated from a bachelor's degree and now works in a state-owned enterprise. Seeing Tianer sitting in the office, how could he bear this kind of pain?" Sin? If you want me to say, you are born poor... "
"It's really a born poor life." Wu Suowei played tricks with the spoon in his hand, "If my son is already working in a state-owned enterprise, why is she still working here?"
The aunt was so angry that her face turned red, she gritted her teeth and didn't know what to say, but Wu Suowei stood beside her without changing her face.
"Bring me a bowl of wonton stew."
"Come on! It's just out of the pan, and here it is for you."
Time passed by every minute and every second, the aunt was busy with her work, and she didn't have time to argue with Wu Suowei. Wu Suowei found out that the aunt's warning was well-founded, everyone who came to buy breakfast almost passed him, was stunned for a while, and then bypassed him to buy aunt's wonton stew.
Half an hour passed, and Wu Suowei still hadn't sold a cup of porridge.
The aunt was humming a ditty, and Wu Suowei's heart ached because of her mocking eyes.
Finally, Wu Suowei ushered in his first guest, a young girl in her early twenties who came purely for Wu Suowei's face.
"Bring me a cup of porridge."
Wu Suo was startled, and immediately lifted the lid of the bucket, picked up a spoon to serve the porridge, and the handle of the spoon made a graceful arc in the air, which fascinated the little girl's eyes.
Grass... The spoon fell into the porridge bucket.
Wu Suowei stood beside the barrel and stared blankly.
With such a deep bucket, it is estimated that the spoon is at the bottom, and if you want to fish it out, you have to stretch your whole arm in.
"Excuse me."
The little girl walked away with a face of embarrassment.
Wu Suowei had no choice but to go home and fish out the spoon first. When the cart passed by the aunt's booth, the aunt deliberately bluffed a few times.
"Hey, the handle of this spoon is full of bacteria. If it falls into the porridge, the bucket of porridge will be useless, right?!"
Wu Suowei gritted his teeth secretly and forcefully kicked the tricycle back.
Jiang Xiaoshuai knew Wu Suowei was back when he heard the noise outside, and walked to the door happily, "Okay! It's sold out so soon?"
"Where? The big spoon fell into the porridge bucket."
Jiang Xiaoshuai, "..."
He opened the porridge bucket and saw that the porridge, which was quite uniform when he went out, would be thick again. Wu Suowei poured out half of the porridge in a cruel heart. He took out the spoon and did not pour it back. A bottle of food glue, stirred and stirred, and it became a bucket again.
"Save the remaining half of the barrel for sale at night!"
After saying this, Wu Suowei set off again on his tricycle.