indianbanksassociation 12. Night market
12. Night market
After running out of the courtyard, Chen Youcai greeted him with a smile while wiping the hot sweat from his brow.
"Hmph, you didn't go to the food stall yesterday, so I was being ordered around by Lao Zhang all by myself, and I was so busy!"
Facing Chen Youcai's smiling face, the girl standing outside the gate puffed up her face and complained angrily.
Short shoulder-length hair, beautiful eyebrows, and faint shadows of Aunt Xu when she was young.
Perhaps for the convenience of work, Zhao Xiaolin didn't wear any make-up, so she just wore a simple long-sleeved white T-shirt and jeans.
Youthful, pure and moving.
"Could it be that you want to blackmail me again, and want me to buy you some milk tea?"
Chen Youcai has been very familiar with this girl next door who grew up together since childhood.
As long as Zhao Xiaolin opens her mouth, he can know the little girl in her heart.
"No way, they helped you with your job, shouldn't you make a show of it?!"
Zhao Xiaolin blushed when she was told that she had lost her mind, and glared at Chen Youcai viciously from embarrassment.
"Chen Youcai, you can't live without conscience and morality!"
"..."
Chen Youcai choked to death, and felt that these words sounded familiar...
With an old face, he just squinted at Zhao Xiaolin.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... The latter finally couldn't stand being stared at, and stuck out his little tongue with a smile.
"Brother talented, I'm just joking."
"Yes, you are joking every time, and it is not my wallet that suffers in the end..."
Chen Youcai rolled his eyes.
Just as he was muttering to himself, Zhao Xiaolin approached him honestly and took the initiative to hold his arm affectionately.
"Let go, let go, how old are you, why are you still the same as when you were a child?"
Chen Youcai's heart skipped a beat when the faint girl's fragrance hit her.
Inexplicably, he remembered the absurd things that happened with Sister Tao on the meadow by the river at noon.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the full and undulating soft curves under the white T-shirt of the other party.
Chen Youcai blushed suddenly, and hurriedly wanted to break free from Zhao Xiaolin's "claw".
"Chen Youcai, you have changed..."
Zhao Xiaolin narrowed her mouth, as if she was about to cry.
Biting her red lips so miserably, she glared resentfully.
"Okay, okay, can't I buy you some milk tea?"
Chen Youcai felt a chill, cold sweat was coming down his forehead.
This little aunt has been a playwright since she was a child.
I don't know where I learned this trick, and I was a little bit unhappy, so I started to pretend to be wronged and sympathize.
If this was the past, if his father Chen Dazhuang ran into him, Chen Youcai might be severely reprimanded again.
"Yeah! I knew it, the talented brother is the best to others!"
Finally let Chen Youcai's iron cock pluck the feathers again, it's a sense of accomplishment!
Zhao Xiaolin immediately cheered, her big eyes turned into two crescent moons, and she kept bouncing around beside Chen Youcai.
"..."
Influenced by her, Chen Youcai smiled helplessly.
In fact, the kind of milk tea that Zhao Xiaolin likes to drink costs only eight yuan a cup, which is not that expensive.
The main reason was that Chen Youcai was worried that this little girl would grow into a chubby girl if she drank too much milk tea.
If he can't get married at that time, wouldn't he be the chief culprit?
The two just talked and laughed, and walked along the road to Zhangjia Town, five miles away.
As the intersection of three counties, although Zhangjia Town is just a town, the actual scale of development is no different from that of an ordinary small county town.
The flow of people coming and going is increasing day by day, which naturally drives the local economic development.
Especially the night market life is so prosperous that it catches up with the big cities.
"Xiaolin and Youcai are here."
"Good evening, Uncle Luo."
"Hi Uncle Kang."
Half an hour later, the two arrived in Zhangjia Town, and saw people coming and going on the street, feasting and feasting, and it was very lively.
As soon as we entered the food stall, many familiar old faces greeted us one after another.
Chen Youcai led Zhao Xiaolin to the upper right corner while smiling and responding.
The place where the two of them do odd jobs is at this "Dagui Teppanyaki".
The owner is Zhang Dagui, a native of Zhangjia Town, in his 40s, and the stall has been here for more than ten years.
"Uncle Noble."
"Great uncle, good evening."
The teppanyaki stalls are not big, mainly serving all kinds of teppanyaki fried rice and vegetables, as well as some night snacks such as barbecue.
Counting Chen Youcai and Zhao Xiaolin, only the boss Zhang Dagui was left busy.
"Heh, who is this? Isn't this the great hero Chen Youcai who saved people bravely and fell into the water?"
Hearing the movement, Zhang Dagui, who was squatting under the booth to pack the ingredients, turned his head and moaned angrily.
He is short and fat, and has a big shaved head. Looking from a distance, his forehead can reflect the incandescent light cast by the roof.
"..."
Chen Youcai's old face burned, so he could only smile coyly, not daring to say anything.
He knew that this boss had a sharp mouth and a tofu heart. Over the years, he and Zhao Xiaolin had taken good care of him.
The wages offered can be regarded as relatively high among this kind of casual workers.
Sometimes even Zhang Dagui would ask Chen Youcai and Zhao Xiaolin to bring back the leftover ingredients for a tooth-beating sacrifice for the family.
"Old Zhang, the talented brother is brave enough to see righteousness, and you still beat him!"
Zhao Xiaolin didn't like Zhang Dagui's tricks, and when Xiaojiao's temper came up, she immediately retorted with wide eyes.
"Hey, you dead girl, have you washed the dishes, washed the dishes, don't you want tonight's salary?"
Zhang Dagui was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he immediately said with a tiger face.
"……Oh."
The last sentence made Zhao Xiaolin lose the battle.
She had a bitter face, put on her apron obediently, walked to the pool and squatted down.
While cleaning the tableware absently, he secretly raised a pair of small ears.
"Talent, it's good that you have a kind heart, but have you ever thought about it, what should your father do if something happens to you?"
Zhang Dagui sighed, and said in a low voice: "In the future, if you encounter trivial matters, don't worry about them if you can. Don't you understand what's going on in your family?"
"I understand, thank you, Uncle Gui."
Chen Youcai's heart warmed when he heard it, he nodded sincerely with a smile, picked up the mop and rag, and started his busy life tonight.
The food stalls are smoky and smoky, and the environment is not good, but the popularity is strong and down-to-earth.
Therefore, as soon as eight o'clock in the evening, diners will come in an endless stream.
Strange to say, many repeat customers of the teppanyaki stalls in the past have gone to the opposite "Xiang Kee" these days.
Seeing that the business on the opposite side is booming, but his own stall is empty, and there is no customer at the moment.
Chen Youcai silently wiped the table and the floor, feeling very unhappy.
No diners came to the door, Chen Youcai and Zhao Xiaolin had nothing else to do after finishing their work, sitting at a small table and staring blankly.
"Come on, both of you!"
At this moment, Zhang Dagui squatted under the iron chopping board and looked around.
Only then was it mysterious, and from the small drawer, he took out a bottle containing a small brown powder.
"Wow, Lao Zhang is willing to treat us to supper!"
Zhao Xiaolin cheered, and immediately leaned over, and Chen Youcai stood up with a smile.
The three gathered around the Malatang soup pot. Zhang Dagui gritted his teeth, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured a little brown powder into it.
"Smell, has the soup base become more fragrant?"
Zhang Dagui had a strange expression on his face, hesitated, and helplessly pushed the soup bowl in front of the two of them.
"Uncle Gui, this soup..."
Zhao Xiaolin wanted to pick up the bowl and drink it all down, but Chen Youcai's face changed slightly, and he quickly raised his hand to stop her.
Because he could smell it, the taste of this soup base is almost exactly the same as the one floating over from Xiangji!
"Well, you smelled it too?"
Zhang Dagui looked around, with a complicated expression, staring at the gurgling Malatang soup pot.
He sighed, and whispered softly: "In it... I added a little poppy shell powder."
With a bang, the soup bowl in Zhao Xiaolin's hand slipped and fell to the ground.
But she didn't hear it suddenly, and she and Chen Youcai stared wide-eyed in horror.