i was my mistake

"The hairdressing salon is definitely different... By the way, how much does it cost for a haircut today?"

Seeing the green light jump up, Zhao Jinyu stepped on the pedal again and rode forward. Her voice passed through the pattering rain and entered Wan Qing's ears indistinctly: "Thirty or fifty~ "

"That's an exaggeration..."

"It's different to have money." Ye Chen also muttered in a low voice.

This is Ye Chen's first haircut since school started.

It was also his first time visiting this store.

It's just because I pass by it when I take a shortcut, and I happen to see it when I'm upstairs in the apartment building, so I'm very familiar with it.

Two bicycles were parked in the narrow alley.

On the right side of the alley is a row of one-story bungalows, and on the left is a two-story residential building.

You can't drive a car here, of course, if you want to try, but I'm afraid you have to pay the price of wiping the doors to Iraqi war damage.

Freed from the stuffy and wet rain cape, all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The alley is at the corner of the road, so from time to time, a beam of orange or pure white light shines in, and then quickly moves into the distance.

In the entire alley, there are only two stores in total.

One is a barber shop, and the other is a supper shop, but it doesn't look like there is a business.

Wan Qing stood under the short eaves, looking into the store through the green glass.

In front of the store is a glass door with a wooden frame, which looks fragile and heavy.

Ye Chen slowly opened the door, and there was an incandescent lamp with a string hanging in the store, and a brighter strip fluorescent lamp was hung on the glass mirror.

There are only two seats, and the leather on the seats has been torn, revealing the dark yellow sponge underneath.

In the corner to the left of the door is a wooden bench that looks like it was moved from a park, with a small chair and a bench next to it.

The green electric fan on the ceiling has accumulated a thick layer of dust, and the shaking incandescent lamp is dragging its shadow into different shapes.

"Are you here for a haircut?" The shop owner was a woman in her thirties.

"He." Wan Qing poked Ye Chen's arm, "Give him a haircut."

"Okay, come sit down here and wash your hair first? What hairstyle do you want?"

"Cut hair is fine..." Ye Chen said in a low voice.

"Cut hair?" The woman blinked her eyes in surprise, "little girl, why are you so reluctant to get your hair cut? Okay, why? In fact, your hair is not considered long anymore."

"...I'm a boy." Ye Chen raised his voice, cleared his throat, and lowered his voice, "Boy, I'm a boy——"

"Huh? Boy? It's the first time I've seen a boy who looks like a girl. This looks too handsome."

"Then I can't help it..." Ye Chen said helplessly.

Wan Qing gloated and laughed, but Zhao Jinyu pushed her arm: "Okay, okay, Xiao Yezi must be very sad when she said this."

"What?"

She lowered her voice: "Because you really want to be a girl, but you have to say that you are a boy, such a contradictory thing, isn't it sad?"

"... makes sense." It is natural to draw wrong conclusions from wrong information, although what she said is indeed reasonable.

She rubbed her belly and looked at herself in the glasses.

Looks like it doesn't need a haircut - a little longer is fine.

So she stepped over the pile of hair on the ground and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder: "Let's go to the next door to eat something, I don't want to go home and cook."

"Ah good……"

"I'll order one for you then."

"Row."

This is quite simple, just order what Wan Qing likes to eat.

It's okay to order casually, after all, he is not a picky eater.

Wan Qing pursed her lips, and beckoned Zhao Jinyu to go next door together.

The store is so small that half of the kitchen has to be placed in the alley.

Inside the small facade, there are only two small folding tables, and the seats are also plastic chairs.

There are many plastic packages of disposable chopsticks on the ground, and there are many dishes and rice that have fallen on the ground.

The small trash can is already filled with all kinds of kitchen waste. Even in such cold weather, there is a fly flying around it relentlessly.

Following Wan Qing's example, Zhao Jinyu patted the dust on the plastic chair and sat down reluctantly.

The folding table in front of me seemed to have never been wiped clean, it was dusty and greasy.

Wan Qing didn't care, and even put her elbows on the table.

Zhao Jinyu pursed his lips, pulled out a few napkins, and wiped the table carefully, but unfortunately, the stubborn dirt was not so easy to wipe off.

"If you think it's dirty, just put it on a napkin—you can't wipe it off."

"No...it's okay." Zhao Jinyu shook his head hastily.

"Oh, I know you're not used to this, but the taste is generally pretty good."

"No... I'm not that kind of picky person." Zhao Jinyu tried his best to defend himself, as if he wanted to prove that he didn't despise others.

"Boss—what's there?"

"Fried noodles, fried rice noodles, fried rice, fried rice cakes, and teppanyaki."

The boss whose hair was already half gray said with a smile.

"Then I'll have fried noodles, teppanyaki—" Wan Qing stood up and glanced at the fully open kitchen, "Let's have tenderloin and squid on a teppanyaki."

"okay."

"What do you want today?"

"Hmm... what's more delicious?" She tried her best not to look so uncomfortable, but the straight back still proved that she was not too relaxed.

"Haha, let's try the fried rice noodles. After eating it, everyone agrees!"

"Then... fried rice noodles?"

"Pork or beef?"

"Beef."

"okay."

"Boss, is there any business here? It's so remote." Wan Qing asked curiously as she watched the boss grab a handful of noodles and put them on the iron plate.

"Yes, there are, but not many, but it doesn't matter. If there are too many, my old man can't handle it. Anyway, this store is my former warehouse. I don't need rent for it. It's okay to just goof around like this. good."

Wan Qing blinked her eyes.

Perhaps, being content with the status quo is also a kind of happiness.

……

76. Nightlife

In the dark and narrow alley, the street lights occasionally shone here, but they still couldn't dispel the darkness of the night.

In the cube-like shop, there was an incandescent lamp that was not bright enough because it was covered with oil.

The light bulb is always shaking back and forth with the wind, dragging the shadows here.

The main component of the kitchen is a large iron plate that burns gas.

And next to it are various tools.

On the right are bottles and cans of condiments, and on the left are pre-made Teppanyaki.

Small squid, small tenderloin skewers, starchy ham sausage, red sausage, old tofu...

There are many types, but the quantity is not too much.

It seems that it has been open for a long time, so I know the approximate amount of how many people will come to eat every day, so I don't prepare too many dishes.

As for the feet, there are many things.

Different white buckets contain different things, such as noodles, rice noodles, rice cakes...

On a plastic stool behind him, there is also an electric rice cooker, which is the 'rice' used for egg fried rice.

The noodles fried on an iron plate are different from those fried in a wok, and will be a little greasy, but as long as the craftsmanship is good enough, they are still delicious.

Another advantage of the iron plate is that it can do many things at the same time.

For example, now, the rice noodles and noodles are divided into two piles and fried at the same time.

Tenderloin and baby squid were also placed on the iron plate.

Wan Qing felt that she could already smell the aroma of the grilled food.

The boss fiddled with the left and right, then put down a large handful of bean sprouts and continued to stir fry.

Then there are small green vegetables that look very fresh.

By the way, I also cut a few thick slices from the stewed beef and put them in the rice noodles.

The smell of oily smoke from the iron plate is relatively less heavy, which also makes the two people sitting in the store feel better.

At the same time, the aroma of food permeated the air.

People can ignore the mess in front of them and only focus on the food itself.

Small roadside restaurants do not look so clean, but large restaurants may not be so clean either.

"For ordinary people like us, this kind of place will have more appetite." Wan Qing smiled while holding her chin, "Isn't Jinyu more used to sitting in a clean place to eat?"

"Although that's true... But it's good to experience more things."

"Pfft, is Missy approaching the lives of ordinary people?"

"Don't call me Missy..." She cupped her cheeks in embarrassment, "It's so embarrassing, and I always feel like you're hurting me."

"That's not true."

"I know, but I don't really like being called that."

"Because it feels like it's turned into a vase?"

"I also think I'm a pampered person." She nodded seriously, "That's not good, it's just... uncomfortable, I don't want to be that kind of person, and I don't want others to think that I am that way."

The supper ordered by the two of them was delivered quickly—even though it was only past seven o'clock.

They come in the kind of foam box that makes a 'crunch' sound when rubbed with chopsticks.

And it's not a complete one.

For example, Zhao Jinyu's fried rice noodles are served in foam bowls, while Wan Qing's are served in lids.

Anyway, this foam box is big enough to fit either way.

Wan Qing felt the secretion of saliva on the tip of her tongue. She, who will eat takeaway every day in the future, has not eaten such a dish of fried noodles full of street atmosphere for a long time.

The yellow-brown fried noodles with soy sauce were steaming hot, and she rolled a big mouthful with chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth.

At this time, it seems that only such a feast is more appropriate.

Zhao Jinyu looked at her curiously, and followed her example, picked up a lot of broad rice noodles with chopsticks, and stuffed them all into his mouth at once.

She covered her small mouth and chewed slowly, her almond eyes slowly glowing.

"It's delicious... Although the taste is a bit heavy, it's delicious."

"That's right, everyone can enjoy the nightlife in the city, whether they are poor or rich - they all have their own nightlife, haha."

"What a novel feeling."

"Really? For me, I miss it more." Wan Qing muttered, and took a big bite of the squid tentacles, which were relatively crispy and filled with a lot of peppers, trying to stimulate Wan Qing's taste buds.

"Boss, another fried rice cake and fried rice will be served with tenderloin and ham!"