i was my mistake

The book he is writing now is called "Nanping Ji", and it seems to be on the shelves soon. The writing is beautiful. If you want to try the charm of an old author that has been accumulated by time, you must not miss it.

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17. Roadside stalls

The nights are coming earlier and earlier these days.

It seems that the time for setting up stalls in the night market has also moved forward.

When I came back, there were street stalls and pedestrians everywhere. Even if I didn’t buy anything, it was very pleasant to just walk here and admire the dazzling array of goods.

The prosperity of the city is not in those expensive shopping malls, but in the streets where ordinary people can afford it.

The cut cakes on the tricycle make people curious.

A few exotic young men stood aside, each holding a machete in their hands, enthusiastically soliciting business.

In contrast, the mutton kebab stall not far away is more approachable.

Ye Chen and Wan Qing came back by bus with Zhao Jinyu today.

There were not many people on the bus back, but the road was still bumpy, and the speed was obviously much slower than when riding a bicycle.

But I’m afraid they don’t want to ride a bicycle today, even if they run a little faster, it may leak out, let alone ride a bike—although it may not be leaked out, but the feeling of fear is really not good. It's so good.

"Does your stomach hurt?" After getting off the platform, Wan Qing grabbed the strap of her schoolbag with one hand and carried it on her shoulder, asking lazily.

"Fortunately, it doesn't hurt very much, but...it's still a little weak." Ye Chen took a deep breath, carried his schoolbag properly, and took a deep breath, "It's so uncomfortable to ride in a car."

"You can go to bed later tonight." Zhao Jinyu was the last to come down, and her eyes fell on the kebab stand not far away, "Do you want to eat kebabs?"

If it was Ye Chen in normal times, she would definitely be very hungry at this time, but now she looks listless and can't get any energy up at all: "I have no appetite... and even feel that the smell is really bad."

"I don't have an appetite now? You can't do it, you have to have an appetite all the time, do you understand?" Wan Qing patted her forehead and pointed at herself triumphantly, "Look at me right now, I'm very fond of mutton skewers. interested."

"You're just interested in whoring for nothing..."

"cough!"

"Then I'll go buy it!" Zhao Jinyu took light steps. If the street was wider, Wan Qing even doubted that she would dance and run there.

The mutton kebab seller was a tall man with a very "mutton skewer" accent, and he was answering Zhao Jinyu's asking price in that slightly broken Mandarin: "[-] million skewers, a few dollars."

"It's really expensive."

"You also said, didn't you eat it last time? It was because it was too expensive that I only bought a bunch for you to eat."

"Ahem!" Ye Chen coughed in embarrassment.

Zhao Jinyu gestured and paid the money.

Although Ye Chen didn't want it, she still bought three skewers in one go.

I have to say that this large string of meat is indeed quite a lot, if it is served on a plate, it would be a small dish.

"Chen'er really don't want it?"

"Ah...ah?" Ye Chen didn't even realize for a while, Zhao Jinyu was calling himself.

"It's cuter this way, can't it?" She tilted her head, thinking she had said something wrong.

"I think it's pretty good, Chen'er, hey, let's call it this." Wan Qing snickered and said, "Chen'er? How is it? Are you satisfied with the new nickname?"

"……Are you sick."

"Jinyu, she said you were sick!"

"Hey!"

"It's fine if you don't like it."

"It doesn't matter..." Ye Chen took a deep breath, "Anyway, there are so many things to get used to, so there are not many of them."

"So, you really don't want a string?"

"I really have no appetite..." Ye Chen regretted, "I don't want to eat anything now."

"If she doesn't eat, I will, so give me a bunch!"

"Okay~ Qing'er, take it."

"..." Wan Qing's expression suddenly became strange.

If it was barely acceptable to call it 'Wan Wan' before, this 'Qing'er' really gave her goose bumps.

But get used to this kind of thing, how should I put it, after a long time, you will get used to it slowly.

——Wan Qing always feels that what comes out of her mind is completely nonsense.

"It's delicious, Chen'er really don't want it?"

"...Okay, I'll eat." I don't know whether Ye Chen finally couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, or whether he didn't want Zhao Jinyu to continue calling this nickname, anyway, his expression was somewhat helpless when he took the mutton skewers.

Seeing that she was also being attacked in such a 'nasty' way, Wan Qing felt much happier.

Maybe it's not that people can't bear the 'pain', but most of the time they don't want to be the only one to bear the 'pain'.

The three of them came to Ye Youliang's stall without even putting away their schoolbags.

He has been setting up a stall here all this time, probably because the location is not that good, and because he came earlier, this place has almost become his exclusive territory.

Today, another small folding table was added to the stall, and now there are three in total, which are placed in order, the first one is placed on the side of the road, and the third one is placed in the alley.

There are already three guests sitting at a table, enjoying freshly made lean meatballs.

Lean meatballs are somewhat similar to gnocchi. They are all made into a paste. When you need to use them, squeeze a few with your hands and put them in a hot pot. Cook for a while before they are cooked.

All lean meat is used, the color is white with a little reddish after cooking, and the taste is extraordinarily delicious.

Mainly because my father used fresh meat.

"Father, we're back." Wan Qing threw the red willow branches of mutton kebabs into the big trash can by the side of the road, and walked over with her schoolbag in one hand, "How's business today?"

"At the beginning, it looks okay." Father smiled cheerfully, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat now?"

"Uh——Anyway, it's Friday, so I'm not in a hurry to go back. Why don't you just sit down for a while? Chen~er~ What do you think?"

"Don't go crazy, okay..." Ye Chen was almost disgusted by her intentionally squeezed voice, "I almost vomited up my dinner yesterday."

"Oh? Let Xu Jinyu shout, don't let me shout?"

"Okay, sunny~er~"

"...You shout louder than me, it's so disgusting."

"You know that too?"

Zhao Jinyu pursed his lips and smiled: "Uncle, today I want to eat eggs with ginger sauce, not too sweet."

"Okay, ginger egg, is it enough? I saw a steamed bun across the road. You can go there and buy a steamed bun as a staple food."

"You don't need to eat too much at night, it's almost fine." Zhao Jinyu said, walked to the third table in the alley, and sat down quietly.

"Is it still cake?" Ye Chen is not picky about food, even if he eats it repeatedly, he doesn't seem to get bored easily. This is what she always eats in the past few nights.

"Daddy, I want seafood fried rice today!"

"Qing'er, don't waste money on Dad, okay? A seafood fried rice is only one yuan..." Ye Chen remembered the mutton skewers that cost three yuan just now, and sighed, "Dad sold it too cheaply, really. Can it make money?"

"Of course I can, haha, can I not give my daughter what she wants to eat? Ye Chen, do you want to change the taste?"

"Me? Well... I'll forget it, I'm not her, I'm not that picky."

"You talk too much."

Taking advantage of the free time, my father hurriedly prepared dinner for the three of them.

After a few minutes of rest, business began to flood the door.

In terms of popularity, it is definitely not as good as those who specialize in fried noodles and fried rice, and it is not as good as the steamed buns across the road, but overall it is not bad.

In addition, embedded cakes are most suitable for taking home, or simply eating on the road, so even if they are just passing by, passers-by who are still far away from home will come to buy a copy.

Probably because of tomorrow's rest, Wanqing ate very slowly today. She savored the various ingredients in the seafood fried rice carefully, imagining that she was living in the world of the God of Cookery.

The seafood fried rice in the bowl is as legendary as the ecstasy rice.

Imagination is really a good thing, it can make life beautiful like heaven.

The dark night shrouded the city, and the dim yellow street lights formed a piece.

The smell of food came from every household, and as time went by, the whole night market became more and more lively.

Some people went out for a walk after eating, and some just got off work and planned to deal with it by the side of the road.

A disheveled man touched the labor protection gloves pinned on his waist, stood in front of Ye Youliang's stall and looked at it for a long time before he asked for the cheapest cake - [-] cents.

He didn't choose to eat here, but after wrapping it up, he wandered towards the street with his sign that said "Home Repair" written on it.

Laid-off people seem to be increasing.

"Boss! Two servings of embedded cakes, add everything! Two more glasses of loose baijiu!"

"okay!"

These two men with big arms and round waists were considered to be rich among the customers of the night stall. The two sat down at the second table, without any regard for other people's eyes, and started talking.

They were talking about the latest current events, nothing more than a lot of price increases, and a lot of factories closing down.

"People from the north come to the south to work, or to do business. The factories in the north really can't do it."

"Fortunately, City H didn't develop into an industrial city back then."

"The factories in our city H are considered good. There are not many closures, that is, a group of workers have been dismissed."

"Hey, have you heard that the first administrative officer of the Special Administrative Region of City X has been elected."

"In that case, is it true? City X is really going to return?"

"I think it's possible."

"That's a great thing!"

"It shows that the motherland is strong."

"haha, yes."

The two laughed 'haha' a few times, and then continued to chat about which things have recently increased in price, and which friend around them has been laid off and unemployed.

It seems that for them, these things around them are more real.

"Wan Qing! Wan Qing? Ye Chen—"

"What's the matter, dad?" Ye Chen tilted his head and glanced at Wan Qing, who had already finished eating fried rice and was holding her chin in a daze.

"Go and help me get some soy sauce from the store, and a pot of loose baijiu. Come, take these three bottles. It's at the end of this street. I'm almost running out here."

"Oh, good." Ye Chen quickly stood up, took the plastic bottle from his father, and took the change from his father, then turned around and walked into the crowd step by step...

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18. Lame Dog

Pedestrians came and went, and the third table was never used, so the three of Wan Qing sat here all the time, chatting casually, which was probably a way to relax.

Life can't be just one thing, and people always need to relax.

Not only physically, but also mentally.

In fact, even if they don't talk about anything, Wan Qing will feel very happy if she just watches her father go about his business.

Ye Chen may not feel much about it, but for her, the summer of 96 is still alive, and her father who can run a small business by herself and talk and laugh with others only existed in her fantasy before.

In that world where both parents passed away, she walked alone when she was young.

In the heart of a child, why doesn't he yearn for a complete family?

Even if it's not a complete family, even if only one of the parents is there.

Her father, who once thought about committing suicide by jumping off a building, regained the meaning of life, so what about Wan Qing herself?

When she asked herself this question, she was actually at a loss.