Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1285 1303 [I'm really not Huo Yuanjia, Chen Zhen and Ye Wen] Part [-]
There are many such night market stalls that open at night in Korea.

These night market stalls are simple and clear, a plastic shed, a few tables and chairs, a small cart for food is placed at the door, vegetables, meat and eggs, kebabs, spicy hot pot, teppanyaki, etc. are placed on the cart, With its curling smoke, it's an easy draw on a cold night.

Many Koreans on night shifts like to get drunk at this kind of night market stall.

Unlike the Japanese, who like to get drunk alone, Koreans like to gather in groups of twos and threes to drink and have fun.

Even, if you are alone, you will be looked down upon by other diners, thinking you have no social skills.

Yes, Koreans are just that weird.

In Korean company cafeterias or school cafeterias, as long as you sit and eat alone, people with discerning eyes will know that you are isolated.

So when Song Zhichao and Park Chunhua walked into this night market stall, they were almost all sitting at a table in twos and threes, and no one was sitting alone drinking and eating food.

The boss was a greasy uncle, with a fat head and big ears, with a white towel around his neck, and he was making fried rice cakes against the smell of oily smoke.

Seeing guests arriving, the fat boss smiled and yelled at them: "Hello! Please sit down!"

A pretty little woman led them to an empty table, took out a rag and wiped the table, brought them a teapot, and poured tea for them.

Song Zhichao himself was obsessed with cleanliness, so he glanced at the seat, but didn't sit down directly.

Pu Chunhua knew about Song Zhichao's hobbies, so she hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and personally bowed down to help him wipe the seat again carefully.

Song Zhichao didn't say anything, and then sat down.

The little woman saw clearly from the side, and muttered in her heart, "What are you pretending to do, if you really have money, you won't come here to eat!"

The little girl herself looks pretty good. She used to be as delicate and charming as a flower. Unfortunately, she had a bad life. She set up a stall here with her fat boss husband for many years, and went around the night market stall all day long. She changed from a flower to a bean curd flower. , have never had a pleasant holiday, and a happy social life.

The clothes I wear are also very ordinary. After finishing work here, I still have to take care of my husband and children when I get home. I work hard all day long, and my heart is full of various grievances, especially because I don’t want others to be better than me—both men and women .

"I guess I won't be able to drink that tea anymore. I've seen a lot of people like this who are hypocritical!" The little woman muttered again.

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Song Zhichao glanced at the dirty teapot, then frowned, indifferent to the tea in front of him.

Perhaps Pu Chunhua felt that the atmosphere was a bit unnatural, so she took a sip of tea, and seeing that Song Zhichao didn't drink tea, she ordered a bottle of fruit wine for Song Zhichao first.

The little girl has been in this business for a long time, her memory is amazing, and she doesn't use a pen to memorize it. She just nodded when Pu Chunhua ordered.

It was okay at the beginning, but gradually Park Chunhua ordered a lot of her meat, such as kebabs, teppanyaki, and Korean beef, etc., the eyes of the little woman were different.

We must know that the class division in South Korea is very large, and the gap between the poor and the rich is even more different.

Poor people generally eat cabbage tofu.

In many Korean dramas, it is like Chinese New Year if ordinary people can eat a meal of barbecue, especially Korean beef is more expensive, and if they can eat Korean beef, it will be more lively than Chinese New Year.

Now Pu Chunhua ordered so much meat in one breath, as well as Jingui's Korean beef, the little girl knew that he was definitely a rich man, and he was not short of money.

Just now she had a straight face, full of disdain for the two customers Song Zhichao and Park Chunhua in her heart, but now the little woman is smiling all over her face, her posture and tone are full of respect.

Ordinary people in South Korea have been brainwashed by chaebols for many years. In the subconscious mind of these people, the rich and them are completely two classes, which cannot be surpassed, let alone easily insulted.

The little girl was in a happy mood, and when Pu Chunhua finished ordering, she couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, are you from Busan?"

Park Chunhua nodded.

Her Busan accent is very strong, just like speaking Sichuan dialect in China, and others can understand it as soon as they hear it.

The little girl was very happy, and said with a Busan accent, "My hometown, I am also from Busan!"

Pu Chunhua couldn't help being happy, after all, it was a rare fate to meet fellow villagers in such a big city.

There is a saying in China: "When a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman, his eyes are full of tears!"

The little girl saw that Pu Chunhua was from Busan just like herself, and after talking with her, she was from a corner of Busan, so she became closer, and immediately said that she would give Pu Chunhua and the others a dish or two.

Pu Chunhua wanted to refuse, but the little woman kept saying it was okay.

After a while, as expected, some side dishes were brought over.

Seeing handsome guys like Park Chunhua and Song Zhichao sitting together drinking and dining, the little girl felt envious again.

Look, she is also from Busan, and she is also a country woman. She is so fashionable in her clothes. It doesn't look like she is doing rough work in a water skirt all day long.

Look, how handsome his boyfriend is, unlike my fat husband, who only knows how to cook and stir-fry, and has no romance at all.

Comparing and comparing, the little woman's heart became even more sour, so that she didn't hear a customer calling her.

……

Here, Song Zhichao picked up chopsticks and ate a few mouthfuls of the complimentary side dishes, which were nothing more than sauerkraut, kimchi and peanuts.

After a while, the food that Park Chunhua ordered came out again.

Like clam meat, fish balls, beef balls, fat and lean lamb, pork belly, etc., Park Chunhua actually ordered a lot.

Seeing so many delicious foods, Song Zhichao was a little stunned.

Pu Chunhua smiled and said, let Song Zhichao eat as much as possible, she treats these things.

Song Zhichao: "..."

It's clear when you think about it.

Pu Chunhua must be very grateful for her help, but she has no chance to repay herself, so she ordered so much food tonight as gratitude and repayment.

After Song Zhichao figured it out, he didn't point it out, but felt that it would be a waste to eat so many delicious foods.Thinking about it again, according to Park Chunhua's personality, if she couldn't finish eating, she would definitely pack it up and take it away.

After knowing each other for so long, I have never seen Pu Chunhua wasting anything, even if she couldn't finish the food at home, she would save it for the next meal.

Although this night market stall looks not very clean, the food made by the fat boss is quite delicious.

Song Zhichao took a few mouthfuls and found the taste good, so he drank another glass of fruit wine.

Korean fruit wine is actually similar to beverages, with extremely low alcohol content. I drank too much Moutai before, and drinking this again made my stomach feel much more comfortable.

While Song Zhichao and Pu Chunhua were chatting and laughing while eating, suddenly, the curtain of the plastic shed was lifted, and three burly men entered.

The burly man in the lead was wearing a black suit, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a scar on his forehead.

"Hey, Xiba, the business here is pretty good!" After finishing speaking, the scarred man put his hands in his trouser pockets and kicked down the chair beside him.

The sound of the chair falling was loud, and the diners who were eating were suddenly startled.

Looking at the fat boss and his little woman, their faces were already pale with fright, and they were at a loss.

(End of this chapter)