street people

Having collected Lang Yue's surgery fee, most of the burden on Lang Song's shoulders was relieved, and he went to the interview the next day without any worries, and was naturally hired without any surprises.

Like his friend Xiaohe, he is responsible for washing, cutting, side dishes and other chores in the kitchen.I go to get off work at 2000:[-] in the morning and leave at [-]:[-] in the evening. I can take one day off every week, and I will be paid [-] yuan a month. When I can cook, I will be paid according to the standard of a chef.

In addition, the store also includes lunch and dinner, which is already a very generous treatment for apprentices.Lang Song knew that Xiao He must have told his uncle about his plight, and that this was Uncle Xiao He's special care for him.He was not so ignorant, he sincerely thanked Uncle Xiaohe, and bought Xiaohe a gift to thank him.

After finalizing the working time, Lang Song rode a small electric donkey back to Lanying Lane, thinking about many things along the way.

The first is Langyue's operation. Although the operation fee has been collected, this matter cannot be rushed. The choice of hospital, pre-operative examination, and scheduling of operation time must be done step by step.

He will officially start work tomorrow, what should Sun Yanshi do with his lunch and dinner in the future?Although the restaurant where he works is not far from Lanying Alley, and he can get there in about 10 minutes by express bus, but the normal meal time is the busiest time for meal time, and he cannot have time to cook for Sun Yanshi.

In addition, Sun Yanzhi's body is also very worrying. With the control of drugs, he has no auditory hallucinations, visual hallucinations or other withdrawal reactions in the past two days, but who can predict this kind of thing, the doctor said that it will continue It lasted for a month, and only half a month has passed.

There are also breakfast stalls, which cannot be left behind.Excluding Lang Yue's surgery fee, he still has some money, but if he only relies on his own salary of 2000 yuan, sooner or later he will have to sit back and eat.Breakfast stalls not only need to operate, but also need to operate better.

The more he thought about it, the more confused Lang Song became. He suddenly regretted rushing to the interview today, and promised to start working tomorrow, so he should take it easy.

Lang Song pursed his lips in distress, thinking that he would discuss it with Sun Yanshi first.

At the end of September, autumn has completely entered, and the wind blowing on the body has lost the heat, and has a little more coolness.

Lang Song rode a small electric donkey and slid into Lanying Lane. He heard bright voices coming from inside the shop seven or eight meters away. Looking inside the room, Zhang Wu and Zheng Ye were actually in the shop.

Zhang Wu was leaning against the counter, with a thick and shiny gold chain hanging around his neck, and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. When he saw Lang Song, he raised his hand to say hello: "Hey, Xiao Song."

Lang Song smiled: "Brother Zhang Wu." He looked at Zheng Ye again, "Brother Zheng."

Yesterday Zhang Wu called Sun Yanshi and said he was coming to dinner today, and Sun Yanshi called Zheng Ye again.Lang Song knew about this, but he didn't expect them to come here before three o'clock.

After Lang Song said hello, he just stepped into the store with one foot, when he saw a blue fur ball come out from between the shelves behind Zheng Ye, trotted two steps to greet him: "Brother Song!"

"Monkey?" Lang Song was surprised.

The monkey smiled and said, "I'm here to give you handmade work. This time it's sticky rhinestones." He lowered his voice and said, "The wages are really high. I squeezed my head and snatched them."

Lang Songyang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Thanks, this time you take an extra [-]%."

Sun Yanshi sat at the counter and raised his voice, "Stop being door gods, you two, come in and sit down and chat."

"No, no, I won't sit down." Monkey waved his hands with a smile, "Brother Landlord, I have to go back first."

"Let's stay and have a meal together," Sun Yanzhi raised his eyebrows and joked, "Didn't you just say that you saved my life because you heard a dog barking at my door that day? I have to treat you to dinner." Just a meal."

Monkey was the first to come to the store. Before Zhang Wu and Zheng Ye came, Sun Yanshi had already chatted with him for half an hour.

Sun Yanshi likes monkeys very much. This kid is cheerful and talkative. He vividly reproduces the scene of how Lang Song rescued him from the hands of a few gangsters, and vividly describes how he was when Sun Yanshi fainted. Smartly called Lang Song and called him back, making Sun Yanshi laugh.

At this time Zhang Wu and Zheng Ye also echoed and let the monkey stay.

Monkey really wanted to stay, but he nodded embarrassedly. After all, he just happened to be here to deliver something, and he was not invited like the other two, so he looked back eagerly and asked for Lang Song's opinion.

Lang Song patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'll make something delicious tonight, stay for dinner."

The monkey was overjoyed: "Okay, I'll help you!"

The shop was too small, so Sun Yanshi simply closed the shop, took a few packs of melon seeds from the shelf, and invited everyone to sit in the courtyard.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lang Song said that he would sell vegetables first.

Zhang Wu held Lang Song's shoulders, pushed him into the yard and said, "Don't worry about it, I brought it all, you can handle the spoon."

When Lang Song walked into the courtyard, he was stunned. He saw that the small table was piled up like a mountain. There were all kinds of vegetables, meat, fish, onion, ginger and garlic, and even the seasonings. There is a big Australian dragon and two soft-shelled turtles.

Zheng Ye pointed at the soft-shelled turtle and joked, "I brought this here. Make some soup for your brother."

Lang Song had already started thinking about how to deal with the soft-shelled turtle on the Internet later, when he heard this, he nodded seriously: "Well, good."

Sun Yanshi heard it, and punched Zheng Ye: "It's almost enough to make up for you, but the bottom is getting weaker and weaker."

Zheng Ye pretended to be angry: "It's really good intentions that don't get rewarded."

Zhang Wu laughed at the side, and when he had laughed enough, he suddenly remembered something, patted Lang Song on the shoulder and said, "By the way, Xiao Song, I brought you something."

Lang Song followed Zhang Wu's finger to the corner of the yard, and saw a brand-new pancake pan.

"Brother Zhang, this is..." Lang Song looked at Zhang Wu in surprise.

Zhang Wulang laughed loudly: "In the hospital, didn't you say that your breakfast stall couldn't sell rice balls all the time, and wanted to try selling multigrain pancakes. It happened that a friend of mine set up a stall in the night market to sell pancakes. I asked him to help me get one. The machine is gas-fired, easy to operate and easy to clean.”

After mentioning this, Lang Song remembered that he had indeed talked with Zhang Wu about his own stall in the hospital.

He chose to sell glutinous rice balls at the beginning mainly because he didn’t need to buy any machines and the input cost was low, but the rice balls had been sold for a while, and the people around him probably got tired of eating them, and if he continued to sell them, he might become like Uncle Bing Yes, it can be sold every day but not much.More importantly, it takes a long time to steam glutinous rice every morning, squeezing myself a lot of sleep time.So when chatting with Zhang Wu that day, he mentioned it, saying that selling multigrain pancakes seemed pretty good.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wu quietly kept it in his heart and helped him get a machine.

Lang Song was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses: "Brother Zhang, thank you, how much is this pan, I will transfer the money to you."

"Hey, this chai is not worth a lot." Zhang Wu waved his hand boldly, "You wiped my back for me several times in the hospital, just consider it a thank you gift from me."

Lang Song still wanted to say something, but Sun Yanshi who was on the side interrupted him: "Just keep it, and make a few more pancakes for Brother Zhang in the future." After a pause, he asked again, "Are you ready for the interview? Seeing Lang Song nodding, he said, "Then you are working and setting up a stall, can you be busy?"

"It can do it." Lang Song said, "I go to work at nine o'clock over there. After I close the stall, I will send Yueyue to the kindergarten first, and then go directly to work. This is just right."

Sun Yanshi disagreed and said, "This is too tiring, so don't worry about going to and from school every month in the future. I'll just take care of the pick-up and drop-off."

Lang Song pursed his lips, thinking that Sun Yanshi was in charge of picking up Lang Yue, and his work, rest and diet could be regularized, so he didn't object.

Zheng Ye was unhappy: "Hey, brothers and sisters, you can't let me go, I should have told Xiao Song earlier, because you stole the limelight."

Sun Yanshi crossed his arms and sneered, "Childish."

Zheng Ye raised his eyebrows proudly, cleared his throat and said to Lang Song: "Xiao Song, I have already contacted the hospital for Yueyue's surgery for you. It is the best ENT hospital in Jiangcheng, and we will arrange pre-operative surgery in half a month. Exam, then surgery."

Lang Song was speechless for a while. He always felt that although he was not as talkative as a monkey, he was not clumsy.But at this moment, his lips fluttered several times, but he didn't know what to say to express his gratitude and gratitude clearly.

Seeing Lang Song bowing his head, Sun Yanshi suddenly remembered how Lang Song was buried in his palm and choked up yesterday. He winked at Zheng Ye and patted Lang Song's shoulder: "I'll make some more for Brother Zheng." Multigrain pancakes."

The monkey, who was teasing the soft-shelled turtle, had sharp ears and jumped up when he heard the pancakes: "What pancakes, I want pancakes too!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing, and the atmosphere suddenly became active.

The author has something to say:

The previous comment section said that I hope Xiao Song can make egg-filled pancakes, but I checked and found that the machine is too big to move into the yard, so I changed it to multi-grain pancakes~