After Becoming a Little Sister

"It does smell like Cantonese-style beef offal." The khaki color also touched his nose: "Maybe it's an immigrant, try this?"

"It's beef offal again?" Spicy Chicken Shreds was a little thankful for this: "I'll forget it, I'll wait until the gourmet specialist I send out finds the most authentic one, and then eat it. Before that, I have to maintain a sense of anticipation."

She hired nearly a hundred food specialists with a high salary to search for the most authentic food in various places in the Republic. It is said that they want to compile a catalog so that she can save detours in the future. The Ninth Bureau appreciated this very much at first, And closely followed those guys, and later found out that they were just looking for food, so they gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, and recommended their own field operators to take part-time jobs to completely cut off hidden dangers.

The final result is that Spicy Chicken Silk spends money to invite the field officers of the Ninth Bureau to go out to eat and drink, and even the travel expenses for travel and accommodation are reimbursed. No one would dare to believe the reality in the dark world, full of the absurdity of post-modern black humor.

It is said that those Ninth Bureau field workers were quite embarrassed, and they did their best to help her search for food, and the quality of the summary was quite high...

Alia invited everyone to eat before, and the field operatives of the Ninth Bureau who came out also came to this house. An uncle tourist passed by everyone, and sent an evaluation form to Miss Liaison, and then Hiding among the crowd of tourists.

"Hmm... Four stars for cleanliness, three stars for quantity, four stars for seasoning, two stars for service, two stars for price, five stars for taste, three and a half stars for overall evaluation, note that it is non-toxic, no side effects were found within three to 10 minutes after eating, recommendation level: Four stars."

The liaison officer whispered about the evaluation form, then smiled at the boys and girls of the protagonist group with different expressions, and casually greeted the two field operators who followed: "Go buy ten copies, randomly sample Check it, and eat it after confirming that there is no problem."

The two old field workers nodded, and the 1.9-meter-high Beidi hunk squeezed in sideways, and started to line up.

Aliya rubbed her face: "I'm so used to this kind of treatment..."

When she was the head of the legion, she didn't have this kind of treatment - it's not that her subordinates didn't give her arrangements, in fact, as long as she wanted, it would be no problem for her to replace the nobles of the king's capital and directly establish a country and proclaim the emperor, let alone this. A high-level security process.

The main reason is that at that time she was invulnerable to all poisons, and she was not afraid of eating anything casually. Maybe some things that could not kill her poisoned her subordinates, which would only increase the annoyance—although she is also considered invulnerable now, but No one will believe you when you go out.

Unless it's Qi Qinshi's kind of super poison that mixed two catties of arsenic into sugar water and let her pretend to be a pig's head and eat all of it, otherwise, the weight of such a bowl of beef offal, full of poison, would only make her have diarrhea for a while. , the right is to clean the stomach...

Of course, talking about toxicity regardless of dosage is a hooligan, and talking about dosage regardless of toxicity is also playing hooligans. Maybe the other party is ruthless, trying to kill the entire Yeye Market Pedestrian Street, and pour a few bottles of almond flavor, the first of Conan's three metaphysics. ?

That kind of poison might be able to aggravate diarrhea into dehydration... The picture is too humiliating, and the goal of killing people is safely achieved.

Spicy Chicken Silk also dispatched Crying Maomaotou, who squeezed into the queue with two strong men. It can be seen that the stall owner moved very fast. Move at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the two hunks came here, they asked for a large portion of ten bowls and almost emptied the last inventory. The little girl in a white apron looked like she was about to cry, and she picked up the tablet next to her and wrote awkwardly. Said: "Maybe not enough..."

Zuo Xiongnan shook his head, and responded gently in fluent Nanbang language: "It doesn't matter, you can divide it as usual, and it doesn't matter if you don't have enough."

The crying cat poked its head out from behind them and raised a finger: "Leave me two copies!"

The little girl was a little afraid that the hunk in front of her would be dissatisfied, so she shrank her neck and dared not answer—or maybe she didn't react when she watched the other party say two bowls with one finger.

The girl in the down jacket turned around with the last offal and stood beside the little girl: "Barely enough for eleven bowls, the rest is gone."

Crying Maomao pressed his head on the translator, and nodded after understanding: "It's okay, yes, a bowl is fine!"

The girl in the down jacket looked up at the two hunks, the latter showed a simple and honest smile, under the black suit bulging with tendons, there was a faint outline of some kind of light armor—they were ready to block the gun for Aliya at any time No matter how simple and honest the smile is, it can't hide the unique sharpness of the elite of the Republic.

The girl in the down jacket lowered her eyes and inadvertently looked at the opponent's big hand. The spear cocoon was not obvious in the dim light, but it was enough for her to tell that the opponent's military career had not been interrupted.

Raising her hand, she gently pushed her sister behind her to block it, and the down jacket girl hung the sold-out sign aside, neatly dividing the last offal, without distraction.

Although he is the elite of the Republic, what does it have to do with him?

Even when she was in office, Nanbang's special forces rarely dealt with each other, let alone hostile relations.

The two tough men took out cash to pay, but the crying Maomaotou directly gave it together.

She took out a whole stack of cash from her small bag, pointed to the dip not far away: "This! Here are a lot!"

"A lot?" The down jacket girl looked at the stack of money, thought for a while, and brought it to her with a basin: "Take it."

"And this soup! Lots of it!"

"..."

The soup pot can't be given, the girl in the down jacket wanted to say that, but the other party gave too much...

The final result is that even the soup pot with the dipping sauce is wrapped around the head of the crying cat, and the two hunks have turned into porters with strange expressions, each holding the ear of the soup pot in one hand, and a large vertical soup pot with a lid It was packed and taken away with the offal inside.

If it wasn't for the crying Maomaotou who didn't ask for a small stroller, the girl in the down jacket would probably be able to take her sister and money home clean and fresh, without packing her things.

Spicy Chicken Shredded highly praised her approach, and took it for granted: "That's right, let's go—go back to the hotel to eat!"

"...Are you still called a night market?" Aliya put her hands on her hips: "Your painting style is too strange!"

"That makes sense... Who owns the stall next to it?" Spicy Chicken pointed to a much more luxurious open-air stall next to it.

The small beef offal soup cart doesn't even have a table and chairs, so you can buy it as you go, it's pitifully shabby.

But the open-air stalls here seem too regular, and at first glance they seem to be old night market sellers, occupying a lot of land.

After 10 minutes, everyone sat down in the new industry of spicy chicken shreds, surrounded by a circle of officers from Bureau [-], and the soup pot bought by Weeping Mao Maotou was placed on the table in the middle, and the boys and girls of the protagonist group Sharing food and enjoying a normal night market.

The owner of the barbecue stall turned into an employee of Spicy Chicken Shreds, came over with the grilled fish, nodded and bowed down, and smiled apologetically at the gangsters who looked like gangsters: "Eat slowly, everyone, eat slowly, If it’s not enough, I’m going to bake it now!”

He didn't want to sell it at first, after all, this is a long-term business.

But I can't stand the other party's too many people, and the money given is too much...

"Ugly, so ugly, the ugly face of capitalism is fully exposed!"

Aliya scolded the hot and spicy chicken shreds, can't it be reserved?It would be a waste to buy directly!If you are not in charge of your family, you don’t know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are!

"Based on the flow of people tonight, if I buy his booth and let him work for me, it will only take me 15 years to pay back - but in fact I just need to increase investment and put a few neighbors next door If the stalls are gathered together, such as this delicious beef offal, to increase the source of customers, the investment can actually be recovered within 5 years.”

Spicy Chicken Shreds was very sober, took a bowl of beef offal soup and tasted it, and his eyes lit up: "This taste... If you hire her here, it may not take five years, three years will be enough!"

"Leave one for Lianhua, one for Xiong Xiong, one for Xiong Xiong... Well, the rest are ours!"

Aliya ignored the spicy chicken shreds that everyone wanted to invest in. How could there be such a person?I always think about relying on my huge capital to do whatever I want and grab the fruits of others' hard work. Can this world be better?

While eating and thinking, she suddenly recalled something, turned her head to look at the khaki wild wild: "Do you have any business in Nanbang, wild?"

"...Yes, what's the matter?" Khaki Kuangfang was eating quietly, and raised his head inexplicably: "But it has nothing to do with our plan, and we don't need it."

"It doesn't matter if you don't need it, I'm just optimistic about you and want to invest in you."

"Oh, no need. I'm here as a kimchi factory. The cash flow is very healthy. No advertising, no marketing, no loans, no credit for goods purchased in cash."

"Will you let me invest!" Aliya slapped the table: "I'm doing this for your own good!"

She doesn't believe that it's just a pickle factory as simple as that, and even if it's a pickle factory, the factory run by the protagonist can be the same as those flirtatious bastards on the street?

The khaki color was wild and dumbfounded, and finally nodded reluctantly and agreed: "All right, all right, as long as you are happy - 2000 million, I will give you 20 points of shares, should this be all right?"

"That's about the same, so I can tell my dad that I came to Nanbang not only for travel, but also for practical things..."

"Jessica, what are you looking for?" Spicy Chicken Silk looked suspiciously at the crying cat Maotou who had been looking for her bag since before, not knowing what she was doing: "If you don't eat it, it will be cold. "

"Hmm..." Weeping Mao Maotou put away the small bag, and recalled it with some doubts: "Something is missing... Maybe it was accidentally dropped."

"Is it important?"

"It's not important, it's something you don't need, it's a souvenir."

"Let's go back to the hotel and look for it. Maybe it was accidentally stuffed there when storing the luggage before."

"Maybe." Weeping Mao Maotou no longer thought about what was there, picked up the offal and ate it quietly, looked at his spicy shredded chicken with wide eyes and discussed the matter of investing money in the khaki wild wild pickle factory , recalling how much money is still available.

Spicy chicken shreds is too expensive, and now the working capital in hand is not enough.

If you just bought someone's stall like tonight, and even if you disagree, you have to invest 1000 million US dollars in exchange for 20% of the shares of an ordinary kimchi company, then I am afraid that in another 600 years, the Mellon consortium will have to bankrupted.

Alas, how do you say the Republic has a saying?You have to be diligent and thrifty to manage your family, and you have to save money...

There is a long way to go, a long way to go...

……

……

"what is this?"

In a house in a slum, the little girl who was counting the change picked up a business card that was mixed in the banknotes at some point, and asked her sister.

The woman in the down jacket took the business card and flipped through it, then handed it back casually: "Maybe someone didn't pay attention when giving the money."

"Is it something important?" The dumb girl gestured with both hands: "Do you need to send it back? 』

"No, things like business cards are more of a courtesy these days, and you should just throw them away when you get them."

That business card was not a luxurious business card, on the contrary, it was just a piece of ordinary hard cardboard, with many phone numbers written on the front and back, probably the kind that the other party took for records, and they were all numbers of the Republic, It is useless to bring it.

Recalling the two elite soldiers of the Republic Army before, the girl in the down jacket looked down: "We won't go to the stall tomorrow."

"Why?!" The dumb girl was shocked, pointing to the money next to her, and asked anxiously, "I made a lot of money! Isn't it good?"

"Today's harvest is equivalent to a month of our business. I will take you to find a new house tomorrow and move out of here." The girl in the down jacket touched the mute girl's head, and her tone was rare and gentle: "Your main task is Learning to read, setting up stalls and other things, I will do it."

Spicy Chicken Silk didn't know the roadside stall owner he was going to hire, because he gave too many heads to Weeping Maomao, so he changed the stall plan, but the one with the goodwill of the Ninth Bureau, even contacted with the Blue Star Protagonist Group However, by some kind of chance, the business card fell into the hands of an unrelated little girl.

The dumb little girl nodded silently, and after thinking for a while, she put away the business card—she really liked the pattern of the Great Wall on the back of the business card, which can be regarded as her own little collection. Children always like these weird things .

The woman in the down jacket counted the scattered money, but her eyes couldn't help but cast her eyes out of the window, her movements slowed down.

The people of the Republic...the elite of the army...what are they doing here?

And if I'm not mistaken, those guys at the back with silver tie clips pinned to their chests are clearly from Gyeongbokgung Palace.

He is really a rare big shot, he should be some kind of chaebol's young lady and young master, right?That kind of battle...

Laughing self-deprecatingly, she put away the stack of banknotes that were replaced directly from Nanbangyuan with the same amount of US dollars. After packing up everything, the woman in the down jacket took out the sharp knife pinned to her waist, put it on the chopping board, and exchanged A small fruit knife was attached to the knife case on the outside of the thigh and placed in place. Then he leaned against the door with his clothes on, closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

In the dream, she saw a bright future.

But in reality, a group of half-dead shadows slowly twisted and squirmed out from the corner of the slum...

PS: second molars, dental caries, copy of dental hospital, second coming, sad...

PS2: Continue tomorrow (I hate going to the dentist!

第886节 0869-一点生活的小调剂（为『zero90x』11/11

It turns out that fiction is a lie.

Brother Qiangqiang ate up the rice, the spicy chicken shreds licked up the bowl, and the khaki-colored wild noodle was finished, and the villain didn't show up either.

It stands to reason that a new edition of Journey to the West should be published at this moment, but the copy of Nanbang is still like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.

Is it necessary to find a lock and burn it with a candle?

Aliya, who was rubbing her chin, waited for a while, but she still couldn't think about it after all, so she could only retreat temporarily to sort out the context of the mission.

In fact, if it wasn’t for a plump Taoist nun who made a guest appearance with a handful of Bluestar anti-virus software, she would have been able to follow the vines and find some interesting things, but the former acted too decisively, to the point of “I don’t care if there is a problem or not, anyway, I’ll give it a shot first.” ' to the extent that Aliya was helpless.