OK, that's all.
Some people think that more is more, and it doesn't matter.
For example, Jianghuai.
Those who do business, like customers like him, can sell more.
The clerk weighed the price of the salt-baked chicken, took it to the cutting board, and put on a xing glove to cut it into pieces.
Another clerk asked Jiang Huai if he wanted to add spicy food, so he quickly mixed the couple's lung slices, minced garlic, coriander, peanuts, chili oil and other condiments.
Jiang Huai waited to the side, and the people behind him came up and ordered what he wanted to buy.
On the other side, Huang Dan looked at tiger skin chicken feet and beef through the glass. He glanced at the team, gave up the idea of buying a few chicken feet, and went around to Jianghuai.
Jiang Huai put his hands in his pockets and looked at the vehicle lazily. A figure appeared in his field of vision. He turned his head and turned a blind eye.
Huang Dan said, "Your phone is turned on normally."
Jianghuai ignored it.
Huang Dan said, "I searched for the repair address on the Internet, took the phone over in the afternoon, and asked how long it would take to replace the screen."
"If you can change it in two days, then you..."
The clerk shouted, Jiang Huai went over, stretched out his hand and took his two bags.
Huang Dan didn't say a word, he pursed his lips,
Jianghuai did not return to the community, but took a different path.
Huang Dan just came from that road. The mung bean paste in the small shop was sold. The boss said that it would be available in the morning, so he had to buy two green mood sticks.
Stepping on the leaves of rotten vegetables, Huang Dan rubbed off the edge of the steps and continued to follow the man.
The road is dirty and the air is murky.
On the right side of the road is the outer wall of the community, and on the left is a row of shops. There are supermarkets, small shops, hardware stores, and dry goods. The further back, there are stalls selling vegetables.
The original owner cooked by himself, so there are many memory fragments on this road.
Huang Dan learned from the original owner's memory that every morning, many vegetable vendors without stalls gathered on the side of the road, some carrying snakeskin bags, riding tricycles, and some driving trucks.
Fruits and vegetables, poultry and fish, everything is sold, and they are all a little more affordable than those on the stalls.
The original owner lived a fine life. He would get up early to buy vegetables and put them in the refrigerator, and come back to cook them in the evening. With a dime less, he felt that he was cheap.
However, as soon as the chengguan's car appeared, the street vendors gathered the dishes skillfully and quickly slipped away.
Huang Dan's thoughts returned to the cage.
He saw the man walk into the small supermarket and buy a dozen cans of Le Cordon Bleu.
Jiang Huai walked back and passed the youth, he sneered, "You like to follow people so much?"
Huang Dan said that there was no tracking, "I haven't made it clear about the mobile phone."
JAC kept walking, "Even if the mobile phone has a new screen, it can be used normally, but its lifespan will be reduced. For me, it is a parallel import. dollars."
He squinted, "What else is there to say?"
Huang Dan said, "No more."
Suddenly, a crisp "ding bell" sounded, and Huang Danxun looked at the man's trouser pocket, why wasn't it vibrating
Jianghuai did not respond at all.
Huang Dan reminded, "The phone in your pocket is ringing."
Jiang Huai's face suddenly turned black. He thought it was a passerby's mobile phone, and he was still thinking about which idiot it was. He set the ringtone to ring the phone, and didn't answer it when it rang.
Huang Dan looked over, the man's face was ugly, and it seemed that he just realized that he had accidentally pressed something and changed the ringtone he originally set.
It's also possible that the phone has a problem again.
Jiang Huai Teng went to get Nokia. He answered the phone and handed over the bags in his hand, "Hold it for me."
Huang Dan stretched out his hand to catch it, "What?"
Jiang Huai stretched his jaw and said, "I have something to leave, you wait for me here, I will be back soon."
He spoke very quickly, but when he came back, it was already past twelve noon.
The sun at this point is very strong, and the scalps of those exposed to the sun are hot. There is no wind at all, and it is hot and stuffy. There are only a few people on this small road, which forms a strong contrast with the busy pedestrians and vehicles on the main road at the intersection.
Jiang Huai frowned and stayed where he was, looking across the road, but there was no figure of the kid in sight.
went back early.
Come to think of it, in the summer, who would take the words of unfamiliar people seriously, and really stay under the sun without being stupid.
Jiang Huai was about to leave when he heard a shout from behind him. He turned around and saw the young man walking out of the small shop with several of his bags in his hands.
Huang Dan walked up to the man, "Didn't you say