Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 136 136. Let's make a cardboard box together

  Auntie was in the limelight for a while, and she was a little swayed.

   Fortunately, the price of the dishes is so shocking that the recipe is still not reconciled when it comes to the middle, and I added a sentence:

   "Is it really so delicious?"

  That's not it!

  Everyone present is nodding.

  Many aunts of the same age also proudly said: "Believe me, I have been in this vegetable market for decades. I know whether the food is good or not!"

   "Don't look at this place as expensive, you can't leave after eating once."

  There are too many people talking, and the aunt seems to be caught in the pyramid scheme scene, and she can't move at the moment.

  After she finally arranged the fate of the bamboo shoots, she took out her phone and planned to spend a while!

   Turning her head again, she saw that there were only three or five chubby winter bamboo shoots left in the girl's basket!

   "Would you like it?"

  Song Tan looked at her with a smile: "The last five catties, it won't be sold loose."

  Auntie hesitated again in an instant.

   At this moment, I saw an aunt with red hair running over suddenly in front of me.

  Seeing her from a distance, she stretched out her hand to say hello:

   "My dear! Is there any more? Save it for Auntie, Auntie is here!"

   Before Song Tan could respond, Qiao Qiao stood up in an instant, and then happily responded: "Okay!"

  Auntie: …

  Song Tan could only smile apologetically: "I'm sorry, they're all sold out."

  The red-haired aunt ran over panting, wearing a slippery satin gradient red suit, and complained while scanning the QR code with her mobile phone:

   "Oh, if it wasn't for the sudden failure of the dance team's stereo, I would have gone to the boss to fix it, and I wouldn't have come here just now... It's because I'm a sweetheart, knowing that Auntie didn't come, so I kept it specially for her!"

  Jojo likes this red-haired aunt very much. No matter what they are talking about at the moment, they all agree to nod anyway.

  Song Tan didn't pierce it, and now he passed the bamboo shoots over, and then he was ready to pack the baskets.

  —I'm busy at home, so I have to take the chef home this morning.

  The aunt who was not paying attention stared at her empty vegetable basket. The vegetable vendor in front of her endured and endured, and finally picked up a bag of cabbages: "Then do you want this?"

"want!"

  Auntie gritted her teeth: "Didn't it mean you're still coming? I'll come back tomorrow!"

   Then he paid the money, stepped on his little leather shoes and left angrily.

  …

   And here, Song Tan took Qiao Qiao and drove to the aunt's house at this moment.

Auntie Song Hongmei is setting up a stall in the alley not far from the community. She is holding a big spoon to scrape off the white batter left on the barrel wall, and then put it on the smooth round pot. The bamboo dragonfly squeaks and turns, and a round The omelette has just begun to take shape.

  A regular customer passed by, wondering: "Why do you have to close the stall today?"

  The side dishes on the table are gone.

   Check the time again, it's only ten o'clock.

  Usually, Song Hongmei waited until 10:30 to close the stall. Today, for her nephews and nieces, it can be regarded as a big expense!

  Although it is said that there are not a few cakes sold in the middle of noon, a penny is money!

  She was heartbroken for a moment for her sacrifice, and then quickly cut the last egg pancake and put it in a disposable paper box and handed it over:

   "Yes, I have something to do in the morning, please collect it in advance,"

  As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a familiar person standing at the entrance of the alley.

  Song Hongmei immediately laughed:

   "This time is just right!"

   So he hurriedly put the bucket and other things back on his small cart, and then pushed the cart and planned to go back.

  Song Tan has already walked over quickly, looked up and down, and then said without hesitation: "Auntie, give in, let me push."

   Then he lifted the handlebar and pushed it far away with ease. The aunt was stunned for a moment, and then she felt even more proud:

   "I just said, you have such great strength, even if Qiao Qiao can't learn it, you must have the talent to learn how to beat the spoon from the Seventh Cousin!"

Forget it.

  Song Tan is still self-aware.

  She is a person who just wants to open her mouth to eat ready-made ones.

  …

  The apartment complex that Song Hongmei lives in is quite old. When it was built, everyone was proud of owning bicycles, so in the yard, there was a row of individual cubicles for parking bicycles.

  At this moment, Song Tan pushed the cart in, and the aunt untied the apron, and said:

   "Let's go! I'll take you to the Seventh Cousin—you don't need to bring anything, I gave him a pile of Sophora japonica flowers last night."

Seeing that Qiao Qiao was still holding a handbag, she nodded with satisfaction: "Well, what I said is that I don't need to carry it, you can carry it, no matter what it is, it's a courtesy, Seventh Cousin will definitely be happy. "

   Then she became proud again: "As expected of my eldest niece, how smart she is."

  Song Tan thought to himself, this is why the aunt is so stingy but still makes more people like her—no one can maintain absolute reason under such flattery, right?

  The neighborhood where the Seventh Cousin lives is really only one road away from the old neighborhood of Dagu. Cross the road and enter through the side door, and you will arrive at the place where the Seventh Cousin is not long after.

  At this moment, the little old man was circling around the room with his hands behind his back, looking downstairs from time to time.

  Grandma Seven was stacking cardboard boxes slowly, laughing at him at the same time: "If you are in a hurry, call Hongmei and ask what time to come, don't keep poking around... You are too old and not stable."

   As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door.

  Cousin Qi's face was full of joy, and he didn't even bother to explain to Grandma Qi that he was not in a hurry anymore.

   Then his hand was about to touch the doorknob, but it froze when he was about to touch it.

  With his hands behind his back, he spun around twice on the spot, reckoning that he was out of air, and then reservedly stretched out his hand and unscrewed the doorknob.

  Outside the door, Song Hongmei was standing there with two young people—the girl looks really good!

  Look at the boy behind him, he is tall and thin, with sincere eyes, and now he meets his gaze, and he also grinned—

   Ouch, how cute this little girl is!

   No one knows whether Seventh Cousin has taken a fancy to it or not.

  Grandma Seven couldn't wait to invite people in, and then took candy and snacks, while stacking all the things she had just folded halfway aside.

   "Seventh Cousin, Seventh Grandma, I'm sorry to interrupt you suddenly, and I don't know what you like to eat, so I brought some home-made tea and honey."

  Song Tan continued to explain, and took the handbag from Qiao Qiao's arms to the table.

  At this time, there are two beautiful and well-behaved children, who cares about tea and honey? !

  Grandma Seven has already pressed the two of them to their seats in a hurry, while Qiao Qiao pointed at the half-folded cardboard box in front of her:

"what is this?"

  Grandma Seven replied with a smile:

   "There are too many advertising papers distributed by people on the street. I am not idle, so I fold them into small paper boxes. It is convenient to decorate with bones and fishbone when eating, and eat sunflower seeds."

"oh."

Qiao Qiao didn't understand, so he took out a piece of colorful promotional paper and looked at it - there were too many words, he still couldn't recognize them all, his eyes only lingered on the picture for a moment, and he was also imitating Grandma Seven In the origami way, I folded it seriously.

   The crayfish is overwhelmed. Let’s not talk about whether it’s delicious or not. It’s just slightly spicy. It’s so spicy that I can’t stand it after eating two shrimps (*)

   Is this the reader's punishment for me...

   Not tonight.

  (end of this chapter)