Zongman: Unknowingly trapped in the hatchet

At this time, Su Qing was still walking slowly on the way back to the apartment. Somehow, he suddenly felt that the weather was very good today, and in fact it was.

In the summer evening, when the clock quietly points to five o'clock, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually fades away the heat and busyness of the day, leaving behind a gentle and peaceful afterglow.

The sunlight was no longer dazzling, but became soft and warm, like nature's gentlest caress, lightly sprinkling on Su Qing's shoulders, covering the lonely traveler with a layer of golden coat.

On both sides of the street, tall plane trees sway gently, and their shadows stretch and shorten on the road surface, as if they are nature's most agile brushes, outlining vivid pictures on this boundless canvas.

Occasionally, a cool evening breeze blows by, bringing with it a bit of moisture and freshness, blowing away the heat and fatigue of the day, making people want to stop, and feeling indescribable ease and comfort in their hearts.

Su Qing really likes this feeling, even though the roadside is not that quiet, with occasional sounds of students laughing and cars driving in the distance. But at this moment, these daily trivialities that may even make people feel irritated seem particularly harmonious and comfortable.

Perhaps, a quiet evening also needs this bit of fireworks.

Su Qing thought about it and realized that he hadn't had this feeling for a long time. He emptied his mind and all unnecessary disguises and just walked quietly. He could truly feel that he was indeed alive.

Unconsciously, the bag that originally contained the cookies was clenched again. Su Qing realized that he was still holding the bag in his hand. He spread his hands and lowered his head to stare at it. There was nothing special about the bag. It was not very exquisite or luxurious, but Su Qing just felt that the bag was very good, for no other reason.

This bag,

It's free!

I can only say that free stuff is the best.

Thinking of the not-so-good-looking heart-shaped cookie, Su Qing couldn't help laughing out loud, and then put the bag into his schoolbag.

This is the fine tradition of mainlanders. Although I don’t know what this small bag is used for, it’s right to stock up. What if? You never know when this small bag will come in handy.

Although most of the time, only a few of the small bags are used, the place where the small bags are stored is already piled up like a mountain.

Every time at this time, Su Qing usually would not reflect on why he had so many useless bags. He would just nod contentedly, with an inexplicable sense of fulfillment in his heart, and then press hard on the original "bag mountain", and finally let the new bags become the new top of the mountain.

All I can say is that those who came later were better off, as they reaped all the benefits and stood above their predecessors.

However, Su Qing thought about it and decided to create a separate mountain for this bag.

Well, the kind of mountain where there's only one bag on a mountain.

After all, this is Yui's first successful work, and it's worth a small celebration.

Su Qing stared for a while, but this time he didn't laugh. I don't know what he was thinking about.

In fact, most of the time we have very little control over things, and it is these little joys in life that make people feel that they are alive rather than the walking dead.

After putting the bag away, continue on your way.

Then, my absolute sense of smell kicked in! I guess this is the smell of stinky tofu...

"Come on, come on, stinky tofu, stinky tofu, I'm selling tofu. If it doesn't taste good, I won't charge you."

Su Qing was surprised. He was not surprised that someone was selling stinky tofu. No, he was actually quite surprised. But the question was, why weren't you shouting in Japanese? It would have been fine if you weren't speaking Japanese, but why were you using the local dialect?

If I hadn’t seen similar videos on short videos, I’m afraid I wouldn’t know what the other person was talking about.

Although Neon has become a special administrative region of China, it is well known that Chinese is not so easy to learn and cannot be mastered overnight. Everything needs to be unfolded slowly. In addition, Neon is a small place, and you may get earthquakes and typhoons from time to time. Except for mainlanders who come here to travel, it can be said that there are very few people who settle here.

"Brother, can't you speak Neon language?" Su Qing stepped forward and greeted.

"Yes, I can. Little brother, you speak Chinese very well. Are you from the mainland too?" The stinky tofu brother noticed Su Qing approaching and replied in Chinese.

"Well, I'm in college here. Why did you just yell in the mainland dialect? Can anyone really understand that?"

Bah, bah, bah, am I, Su Qing, not a human being anymore?

"I'm talking about the locals here." Su Qing added with a rigorous scientific attitude.

"Ah ha? Oh, is that so? I didn't know." The eldest brother touched the back of his head, as if he just realized it.

"Oh my god, why are there so few people coming to buy? I'm so used to shouting that I thought I was back home. I was just wondering if my stinky tofu is too stinky, so these islanders who live a good life don't dare to come over."

Fortunately, it almost turned into a national conflict. The eldest brother was obviously a patriotic and emotionally intelligent person. After Su Qing pressed three buttons in a row, he looked around and found that there was not even a dog within a few meters.

Su Qing turned around and looked at the stinky tofu in the eldest brother's stall. Hmm, the aroma was so fragrant.

"Brother, how much do you sell this stinky tofu for?" Su Qing asked.

"It's cheap. My food is authentic. If it's not authentic, I wouldn't dare to sell it here for fear of losing my reputation. The small portion is 150 yen, the medium portion is 200 yen, and the large portion is 230 yen."

It's really authentic, and my absolute olfactory talent has appeared.

This talent last appeared in the previous one.

No, any normal person can smell such a stench, it doesn't require any talent at all.

I was wrong about you, absolutely.

However, in Tokyo, a city with high consumption, this price is indeed not considered high, Su Qing nodded and said.

"Then give me a small portion, take it away, and just make it slightly spicy."

Su Qing seemed to have thought of something and spoke again.

"Another small portion, um... not spicy, put it in two bags."

"Okay, wait a moment." The eldest brother seemed a little excited, probably because the store finally opened today, and his work gave people a feeling of being full of energy. However, it is not ruled out that the eldest brother is like this normally and it has nothing to do with the opening of the store.

"Well, no rush." ​​Su Qing waited quietly beside him.

"Oh, by the way, young man, do you want dry or wet one?" The stinky tofu shop owner asked without even raising his head while he was busy making stinky tofu.

"Hmm?" All these words were rejected by Su Qing's Xiaohu 9 genu9.

What's dry or wet? Isn't stinky tofu just stinky tofu?

"This stinky tofu is divided into dry and wet?" Su Qing asked.

"Yes, yes. You don't eat it often, do you?"

"I really don't eat much..." Su Qing pondered for a moment.

"Then have one portion each of dry and wet. The dry one is not spicy, and the wet one is slightly spicy."

"Okay. So, are you going to buy some for your girlfriend?"

"..."