Rebirth: Rewriting Youth

Chapter 278 Firewood
The night is getting darker, in a certain room of a hotel in Xianxi University Town.

Shen Yu and Han Shuang were sitting face to face on the tatami sofa in the room's bay window, chatting about the house while dealing with various late-night snacks on the small coffee table in front of them. Han Shuang was clamoring to buy these midnight snacks, saying she wanted to taste the taste of Shen Yu's usual midnight snacks.

To be honest, after rebirth, Shen Yu rarely had a late-night snack. However, after a day of shopping, I was pestered by Han Shuang twice when I returned to the hotel. In addition, I was not full from the Laoshizi Japanese food in the evening, so I just went along with Han Shuang.

"What if Dongfang Tianjun refuses to lower the price of that house?" Han Shuang asked as she stuffed a small octopus ball and chewed it.

"I'll go check out other agencies tomorrow. If I don't see anything I'm satisfied with, I'll try Dongfang's." Shen Yu thought for a while and returned.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Han Shuang nodded: "I called my mother two days ago and said that I wanted to buy a small house in Jiankang for investment. I finally managed to get 20. Now I only have 50 Do you have enough money? If not, I will ask my dad for more."

"No, I have enough money." Shen Yu returned.

"Don't you still want to open a store? Do you have the cash flow? How about we wait until your store opens before buying?" Han Shuang said.

Shen Yu thought for a while and said: "I will have a big wave of royalties from my novel at the end of this month. It should be about the same."

"That's fine. If you're short of money, tell me." Han Shuang returned with a smile.

Walking north along Ninghai Road, Hu Yiyi is used to entering from the North 4th Gate, so she needs to turn a corner ahead and take Hankou Road.

At night in Xinshikou, at this point, the streets are still busy with people and traffic, showing a unique charm different from that of the day.

Ninghai Road, illuminated by street lights, although there are not as many large business districts as Xinshikou, is still lively and not sleepy at all.

The bus goes directly to the gate of Suiyuan Campus and takes 15-20 minutes, which is very convenient.

Hu Yiyi walked silently along the familiar road to the bus stop, waited for a while, and took the last bus No. 3 around the city.

Hu Yiyi still chose to sit in the last row by the window, leaning her head lightly on the glass window, staring blankly at the familiar night passing by outside the window, enjoying the rare moment of relaxation in the day.

Maybe because of the weekend, there were quite a few customers tonight. It was already 10 o'clock when I finished cleaning and walked out of the mall.

At the same time, Hu Yiyi took off her bib and ended her part-time job for the day.

The No. 3 bus around the city is in the context of the city, taking the few passengers on the bus through the prosperity and silence of the city, and dutifully delivering everyone to the final destination in their hearts.

Shen Yu smiled and stretched out his hand to rub Han Shuang's hair.

About a quarter of an hour later, Huancheng Third Road stopped near the east gate of Suiyuan Campus, and Hu Yiyi also got off the bus at this platform.

Near the simple yet magical Jianhua telephone service booth on the roadside, people of all skin colors and speaking different languages ​​drank street wine and wandered around Ninghai Road in the sleepless nights.

Along the way, the oily aroma of Jinchun pot stickers was mixed with the mellow aroma of folk old chicken soup, and mixed with the smell of pickled fish, which kept spreading around, making people unable to help but salivate, and of course the night market The smoky smell of various barbecues. The McDonald's on the corner of the street is still full of people, catching up on homework, writing papers, and falling in love.
At the corner of the street, a simple mobile cart had just come out, owned by a husband and wife. The car's board was painted crookedly with red paint, with the words "firewood, wontons, and dumplings."

For some reason, Hu Yiyi suddenly felt a little hungry. After hesitating for a moment, she turned back and walked to the wonton stall and said, "Boss, please have a small bowl of wontons."

"Would you like spicy oil? Do you want onions and coriander?" asked the proprietress who was expertly wrapping the wontons. "A little spicy, add some green onions." Hu Yiyi returned.

"Would you like poached eggs?" the boss lady asked again.

"No, thank you." Hu Yiyi politely refused.

The middle-aged boss with a rising hairline also skillfully counted 14 wontons and threw them into a colander, then put them into the pot.

Spread the boiled lard on the bottom of the bowl, sprinkle with green onions, pickled vegetables and shrimps, ladle the soup from the boiling pot, then use a slotted spoon to pour the wontons into the bowl, and it's all done in one go. The delicious aroma rises from the soup bowl, plus a little bit of the boss's homemade chili oil, and the smoke reaches the heart unexpectedly.

14 wontons in small bowl, 8 pieces. 20 wontons in a large bowl, 10 yuan.

Hu Yiyi counted out a half-worn 5-yuan note and three crumpled -yuan notes from her old wallet and paid the bill. She then sat on a simple table and chair on the street with steaming wood-fired wontons and ate them slowly. stand up.

After a while, a group of people gathered in front of the wonton stall.

Students who are studying nearby, or social workers who are drinking and drinking in nearby bars, when they come to this intersection, they will habitually find a bench to sit down and shout to the boss. Even if there are many people, the boss will not make a mistake. , who wants chili oil and who doesn’t want green onions, I remember it very clearly.

The middle-aged uncle who bought the wontons was named Liu Chao. He was from Huoqiu, Anhui Province, and everyone in the neighborhood knew him. Hu Yiyi was no exception, not to mention that Hu Yiyi was also Liu Chao's hometown fellow from the same province.

I just came to Jiankang from my hometown. My uncle is just a 28-year-old boy. The idea of ​​going to the city is also very primitive, just to seek a better life.

I sell firewood wontons because I heard that Jiankang people like them. The method of burning firewood is very familiar to those who come from rural areas. How could there be so much firewood in the big city at that time? Therefore, the firewood for cooking pots in the stall was split from broken tables and broken chairs that Liu Chao picked up.

The couple insists on running the stall every day. At three o'clock in the morning, they close the stall and go home. Weekends extend until four in the morning. During the day, everyone goes to do another job. There is even a stall selling firewood wontons on New Year’s Eve night.

Looking at the city lights makes me feel sad. But the business was full and I felt relieved.

Jiankang people are generally fond of wood-fired wontons. Wontons made under gas fire always feel unpalatable in the mouth. The wontons cooked over dry firewood seem to have a soul.

But Hu Yiyi doesn't think wontons cooked with firewood will taste better than those cooked with other fuels.

After all, firewood has nothing special about its burning calorific value. Even though the wood will smell like wood after burning, look at the pile of wood in front of the stove. There are dismantled old furniture, wooden strips for simple packaging, old floors, and old density boards. After seeing this pile of wood, it would be a bit forced to talk about the aroma after burning wood, not to mention that he couldn't cook the wontons in the iron pot.

But the city people like it, and the couple can only do what they like.

After eating a bowl of wontons and feeling warm in her body, Hu Yiyi got up and walked towards the dormitory.

There was no one in the dormitory, as Hu Yiyi had expected.

After closing the door, Hu Yiyi sat down at her desk, took out a notebook from the drawer, flipped through it, and then wrote down the fare: 1.6 yuan, midnight snack wontons: 8 yuan.
What happened during the day did not seem to affect Hu Yiyi at all. She closed her notebook, washed herself briefly, sat back at the desk, took out a book and read it seriously.

(End of this chapter)