The aunt was very popular at the time and she felt a little bit proud of herself.
Fortunately, the prices were so shocking that I couldn’t bear to give up halfway through the recipe and even added a sentence:
“Is it really that delicious?”
Of course not!
Everyone present nodded.
Many aunts of the same age even said proudly: "Trust me, I have been in this vegetable market for decades, I know whether the vegetables are good or not!"
"Don't be fooled by the price of this restaurant. Once you eat here, you will never leave."
There were too many people talking, and the aunt seemed to be trapped in a pyramid scheme and couldn't move.
After she had finally decided the fate of the bamboo shoots, she took out her cell phone and planned to be extravagant for once!
When I turned my head again, I saw that there were only three or five plump bamboo shoots left in the basket of the girl in front of me!
"Do you want it?"
Song Tan looked at her with a smile: "The last five kilograms, not selling individually."
The aunt hesitated again for a moment.
Just at this moment, an aunt with curly red hair suddenly came jogging towards me.
She stretched out her hand and greeted me from afar:
"My dear! Do you have any more? Save them for your auntie, she is here!"
Before Song Tan could respond, Qiao Qiao stood up instantly and responded happily, "Okay!"
Aunt: …
Song Tan could only smile apologetically: "Sorry, they are all sold out."
The red-haired aunt came running over breathlessly, still wearing a slippery satin gradient red suit. She was scanning the code with her phone while complaining:
"Oh, if the dance team's sound system hadn't suddenly broken down, I would have gone to the boss to repair it and wouldn't have come just now... My sweetheart is so thoughtful, knowing that Auntie didn't come, he specially kept it for me!"
Qiao Qiao likes this red-haired aunt very much. No matter what she says, she just nods.
Song Tan didn't expose the secret. He just handed over the bamboo shoots and prepared to pack up the basket.
—I’m busy at home, so I must bring the chef back this morning.
The unnoticed old lady stared at her empty basket. The vegetable vendor in front of her endured and endured, and finally picked up a bag of cabbage: "Do you want this?"
"want!"
The aunt gnashed her teeth and said, "Didn't you say you'd come tomorrow? I'll come tomorrow!"
Then he paid the money and walked away angrily in his little leather shoes.
…
On this side, Song Tan and Qiao Qiao were already driving to their aunt's house.
My eldest aunt Song Hongmei was setting up a stall in an alley not far from the community. She was using a large spoon to scrape off the remaining white flour on the wall of the bucket, and then putting it on a smooth round pan. The pan spun with a squeak, and a round egg pancake took shape.
A regular customer passed by and wondered, "Why does it look like the stall is closing today?"
All the side dishes on the table were gone.
Look at the time again, it’s only ten o’clock.
Usually, Song Hongmei would wait until half past ten to close the stall, but today, for the sake of her nephews and nieces, she really spent a lot of money!
Even though we couldn’t sell many pancakes at noon, every penny counts!
She felt heartbroken for a moment because of her sacrifice, and then she tactfully cut the last egg pancake, put it in a disposable paper box and handed it over:
"Yes, I have something to do in the morning, so I'll collect it early."
Just as he finished speaking, he saw a familiar person standing at the entrance of the alley.
Song Hongmei laughed immediately:
"This is just the right time!"
So he quickly put the bucket and other things back on his cart, and then pushed the cart back.
Song Tan had already walked over quickly, looked her up and down, and then said without hesitation: "Aunt, please make way, I will push it."
Then he lifted the handlebars and pushed the bike out easily. The aunt was stunned for a moment, and then she felt even more proud:
"I'm telling you, you have so much strength, even if Qiao Qiao can't learn it, you must have talent if you learn to flip the spoon from your seventh cousin!"
Forget it.
Song Tan still has self-awareness.
She is the kind of person who just wants to eat what is ready.
…
The residential complex where Song Hongmei lives is quite old. When it was built, everyone was proud to own a bicycle, so there was a row of separate small compartments in the yard for parking bicycles.
At this moment, Song Tan pushed the cart in, and the eldest aunt took off her apron and said:
"Let's go! I'll take you to see your seventh cousin. You don't need to bring anything with you. I gave him a bunch of locust flowers last night."
Seeing that Qiao Qiao was still holding a handbag, she nodded with satisfaction: "Well, what I said is that I don't have to bring it, but you can. No matter what it is, it's a courtesy, and Seventh Cousin will definitely be happy."
Then she became proud again: "As expected of my eldest niece, she is so smart."
Song Tan thought, this is why even though the eldest aunt is stingy, more people still like her - no one can remain absolutely rational in such flattery, right
The residential area where my seventh cousin lives is only separated from my eldest aunt's old residential area by a street. I crossed the street and entered through the side door, and soon I arrived at where my seventh cousin lives.
At this moment, the old man was walking around the room with his hands behind his back, occasionally looking downstairs.
Grandma Qi was folding paper boxes leisurely, and she laughed at him: "If you are in a hurry, call Hongmei and ask her what time to come. Don't keep sticking your head out... You are too old to be steady."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Joy burst out on Uncle Seven's face, and he didn't even bother to explain to Aunt Seven that he was not in a hurry.
Then his hand was about to touch the door handle, but just before it touched it, he suddenly tensed.
He put his hands behind his back and turned around twice. He thought he had gotten enough of the airs, so he reached out and unscrewed the door handle with dignity.
Outside the door, Song Hongmei was standing there with two young men—the girl was really good-looking!
Then he looked at the boy following behind him. He was tall and thin, with sincere eyes. When he met his gaze, he also grinned.
Oh, what a cute little thing this is!
No one knows whether my seventh cousin likes her or not.
Grandma Qi couldn't wait to invite people in, and then she took out candies and snacks, and piled aside the things she had just folded halfway.
"Seventh cousin, Seventh grandmother, I'm sorry to bother you so suddenly. I don't know what you like to eat, so I brought some homemade tea leaves and honey."
Song Tan continued to explain and took the handbag from Qiao Qiao's arms and put it on the table.
With two beautiful and well-behaved children like these, who cares about tea and honey? !
Grandma Qi was already busy pushing the two of them to their seats, while Qiao Qiao pointed at the half-folded paper box in front of her:
"What is this?"
Grandma Qi replied with a smile:
"There are too many advertisements handed out on the street. I have nothing better to do, so I folded them into small paper boxes. It is convenient to put bones, fish bones, sunflower seeds, etc. in them while eating."
"oh."
Qiao Qiao didn't quite understand what was going on. He took out a colorful promotional paper and looked at it. There were too many words on it and he couldn't recognize them all. His eyes lingered on the picture for a moment, and then he imitated Grandma Qi's way of folding paper and started to fold it carefully.