Chapter 72 Mobile Street Vendors

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"It's so heavy? Why don't you call Yiliang and let us pick it up?" Feng Zhenchang put the two bags in the corner.

"It's also troublesome for Yiliang to answer the phone. His master always answers first. Besides, it's a car all the way. I can move it." Well, is there any food left? Are you starving to death, Yiping?"

"No," Feng Yiping also sat down at the table by the window.

The house is full of things, there are bags against the wall, there is a shelf in the middle, a small stone mill is placed on the shelf, a tricycle is parked next to it, and now there are two large pots on it, which is on this table, now There is also a large basin with noodles that have not yet been reconciled.

"I eat leftovers at night, and there are two buns. You can put a cushion first, and I'll go buy some cooked food and come back."

"No, no, it's not a good thing to buy at this time. Cook the rice first. In this bag there is the pork that was weighed at Dad's yesterday. It's already cooked, sprinkle some salt on it, and fry it now. It's very good. Fast."

Mei Qiuping and Feng Yiping ate steamed buns with a plate of leftovers. Feng Zhenchang was busy washing and cooking rice, took out the meat from the buns, washed them, and then added chili peppers to fry them. He was very skilled!

So, it is life that can change people the most.

When Feng Zhenchang used to be at home, let alone cooking, he helped wash the dishes during the New Year's Day. Usually, I don't go near the stove at all. If I eat a grain of sand in my meal, I will complain for a long time. If I accidentally make the fried dish salty and inappropriate, then you can wait for his scolding.

Compared with the busy figure in front of him before, he was really different.

The two of them were really hungry, and the meal wasn't ready yet, so just use your chopsticks and my chopsticks to eat the fried dishes. By the time the rice was ready, one third of the dishes had already been eaten.

Feng Zhenchang held the tea jar and sat on the stool with his legs crossed, watching the two of them gobble up, "You said you have to save a few dollars, so you won't buy more food before getting in the car?"

"Why didn't you buy it, but you don't know, can I eat when I'm in the car?"

After the meal, Feng Yiping cleared the table, Feng Zhenchang continued to make noodles, and Mei Qiuping went to the back room to collect things, took down all the things in the upper bunk, and made the bed for Feng Yiping.

In the end, they had to pick out more than ten pounds of chestnuts, wash them one by one, and cut a small cut on the head.

By the time things were done neatly, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Because he didn't know Feng Yiping was coming, he didn't prepare a mat, so he slept directly on the sheets, it was a little hot, and there was always a train clattering not far away, a little noisy, but he was really tired today, listen to my parents Talking about the business for the past two days, I fell asleep listening to it.

In the morning, when the sky was only bright, Feng Yiping was woken up. The dim light came in through the crack of the door, and he heard his parents speak in a low voice outside.

He smeared and climbed out of bed, rubbed his eyes and opened the door until his mother was making buns and his father was grinding soy milk with a stone mill.

"Oh, I woke you up? Let's go back to sleep again, I didn't get up so early in school." Mei Qiuping looked at him and said.

"No, I won't be able to fall asleep when I wake up, I'll make buns too!"

"Okay, there's hot water on the stove, you go wash your face and brush your teeth first."

However, after struggling to wrap a pickle bun, he decided to exchange it with Feng Zhenchang. The bun he made was very personal, so it was not easy to buy it, so he could only eat it by himself.

Stone grinding is not difficult for Feng Yiping. Feng Zhenchang taught him to grind it for a few laps, and he learned it, but after grinding for a while, his hands were a little sore, and he had to switch both hands.

He also noticed that before Feng Zhenchang went to make buns, he washed his hands again. Even if he was grinding soy milk, his hands were already clean.

It seems that they are very concerned about hygiene now, and some habits are formed in this way.

"When it's not hot, you can make steamed buns and ground soy milk at night. It's good to cook and steam it in the morning, and you can sleep more in the morning, but now it's not enough, you can make it in the evening, maybe it will be in the morning. It turned sour." Mei Qiuping said to Feng Yiping while wrapping the buns.

The buns are wrapped, put them in the steamer one by one, and steam them on the stove.

The soy milk was also ground. Feng Yiping helped Feng Zhenchang filter the soy milk with gauze. After steaming the buns, put them on the stove and boil over high heat. After boiling, put them aside to dry. Using a small scoop and an aluminum funnel, pour it into a plastic bag and fasten the bag.

In short, when everything was done, when they hurriedly finished breakfast, it was past seven o'clock when they pushed the tricycle out.

Feng Zhenchang was riding a tricycle in front, Feng Yiping and the others followed behind to push.

Over the past few days, they also had some regular customers along the way. After seeing their tricycles, they came out to buy steamed buns and soy milk. A few elderly people saw Feng Yiping who was following him and asked a few questions.

At the gate of a community, they stopped the tricycle and waited for a while. Feng Zhenchang said, "Now the school is closed, and there are not many students staying in the school, and they all get up late, so it doesn't matter if you go later."

Thinking about it, if it weren't for the University Town being their home, and chestnuts being bought a lot there, and the winter and summer school holidays, they wouldn't have to go there at all.

So they sold while walking. By the time they arrived under the big tree in the flower bed at the entrance of the Conservatory of Music where they lived, it was almost 9 o'clock, and the buns were also bought for half.

The fat boss of the grocery store they often called came over, "Why is it so late today? Oh, this is your son, the junior high school student who published articles in magazines at a young age?"

Feng Yiping immediately gave a standard smile showing eight teeth, "Hello, uncle!"

"Hehe, you're fine," the man said while drinking soy milk, "Is this here to help during the summer vacation? Your parents have a hard time earning money. You must study hard. In the future, you will also go to the provincial capital to study at university."

"I will, uncle." Feng Yiping still smiled innocently.

It seems that the parents show off their things when they see people.

Not long after the tricycle stopped, although it was past breakfast time, there were still students coming over to buy steamed buns and soy milk, and many of them were still drowsy. If you buy a small portion, you usually buy several copies at a time, and you must bring them for your classmates. In addition, a bag of soy milk usually needs to be paired with at least two buns.

So, in less than an hour, all the soy milk and steamed buns were bought.

They then replaced the pan for frying chestnuts, and added river sand, tea oil, caramel, and chestnuts in proportion to stir fry, and after a while, the sweet aroma spread.

The sun is very strong, they are still cool under the big tree, but there are not many people buying chestnuts, and only a few girls came out and bought more than two kilograms. Feng Zhenchang said that when the school is not on vacation, it usually sells at least ten kilograms before and after lunch.

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