I understand, I can only know a little from the memory of the original owner.
Probably a bitter and happy taste.
The original owner drank too much when he was having a New Year's Eve dinner on the 30th night of the next year. His sister was the first love he accidentally heard from him.
Seeing that her brother didn't speak, Zhang Yao thought that she was hit by her, but she still couldn't let it go, too, after all, it was her first love, "Brother, you followed that woman to her hometown, but you still didn't get together, it means you didn't get along. Fate, forget it, don't think about it."
Huang Dan said, "I have long thought of it."
Zhang Yao looked at the past with worried eyes, "Brother, you said we were all born from the same mother, why are we all different."
She held her chin, "What is love? It's worth chasing after it for so long? If you want me to say, life is short, and being kind to yourself is the most important thing."
Huang Dan knew that the original owner's sister was a singleist.
In her opinion, looking for a man is simply not happy for herself. It is a kind of self-abuse behavior that you will do when you are full. If you have that time, it is better to raise a cat and grow a pot of succulent.
After being quiet for a while, Zhang Yao suddenly said, "Brother, to be honest, Big Brother Qi is more handsome than a star, a tough guy, very manly."
Huang Dan said, "I can only know that he smells of sweat."
"You are blatantly jealous."
Zhang Yao scratched the place where the mosquito had bitten her calf, "Brother, it's a pity that you are not a girl, otherwise I will definitely match you with Big Brother Qi."
She smacked her lips, "Such a good man should marry into our family."
Huang Dan glanced at the girl, "You think highly of him, why don't you try..."
Zhang Yao interrupted him, "That's two different things."
"Brother, I still worship you and regard you as my idol, do I want to chase you?"
Huang Dan was speechless.
Mother Zhang in the kitchen called for them to come in and prepare the noodles.
Mother Zhang's food is delicious, but cooking noodles is really bad. She just used the word "cooking" to the fullest throughout the whole process.
Zhang Yao ate two chopsticks of noodles and went upstairs to sleep yawning.
Huang Dan sympathized with her. There was no door upstairs, and any sound from downstairs would be amplified several times upstairs. The workers would come for breakfast later, and the loud volume would shock a dead pig.
It didn't take long for Huang Dan to drink half a bowl of noodle soup before someone came in to buy something.
When the shop was busy, Zhang's father didn't sleep any more. He came out and sat on the stool to light a cigarette. He stared at everyone through the smoke, afraid that someone would fish in troubled waters. His eyes were bulging and bloodshot. Just insomnia.
There are three or four large water bottles by the wall, which Zhang's mother cooked early in the morning. The workers usually buy instant noodles in the morning and eat them here.
The yellow list at the counter was very sleepy. He took the disassembled chewing gum in the drawer, tore a piece into his mouth, and with this, he planned to go to the office to sleep in the morning.
A young man came over with a few things, "How much?"
Huang Dan looked at it, "Four pieces of instant noodles, one piece of ham sausage, two pieces of bread are two dollars, a total of seven pieces."
The young man took out the banknotes from the pocket behind his ass. He remembered something, went to the freezer to get a bottle of Coke, and threw a ten-dollar one, "Right?"
Huang Dan said it is right, buy it every day and know the price.
The young man walked to the door with the noodles filled with boiled water, and he suddenly shouted, "Hurry up, you have to squat down and eat if you wait any longer."
The next moment, a group of people walked in, there were a dozen or twenty people, and among them was the man. Aside from that face, he was the tallest, at least ninety-nine.
The small shop is small, and with so many adults, it is even more crowded.
Huang Dan was confused after a few glances. He had no way of determining who was stealing something. He only knew that this group of people were from the same place as the young man and had the same accent.
Monitoring still needs to be installed.
Even if you can't prevent thieves, you can check if someone is stealing something.
Qi Feng strode over and put down the things in his hand, "Calculate how much it is."
Huang Dan reached out to dial the spicy snacks on the counter, including small yellow croaker, dried tofu, and some bamboo shoots. "These are a bag of one dollar."
Qi Feng said, "I know, I often buy it."
Huang Dan counted his things, "A total of eight yuan and five."
Qi Feng rested his elbow on the counter, glanced at the cigarettes inside, and tapped a few times with his index finger, "Bring me another pack of Nanjing."
Huang Dan said, "This is glass and cannot be pressed."
Qi Feng didn't lift his eyelids.
Huang Dan knows that this person is not easy to mess with.
Soon, the tables outside were filled.