Chapter 273 Chapter 273 Hot

"Sorry, she has heatstroke. Let's rest in the store for a while."

He Junxia helped the girl slowly sit on the ground. The cashier at the counter was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay."

She left the cashier counter and asked, "How is she? Does she want some water? We have ice water here. I'll get it for her."

He Junxia stopped him and said, "No, thank you."

The girl's heatstroke was not serious. After resting in the snack shop for about ten minutes, her complexion returned to normal.

"Thank you, classmate. Thank you."

She stood up and kept thanking He Junxia, ​​feeling both grateful and embarrassed.

During the time when she collapsed due to lack of strength, it was the boy in front of her who helped her apply ice, fed her mung bean soup, and even took her to an air-conditioned place to rest.

"By the way, classmate, let's add each other as friends. I'll return the money for the mung bean soup to you."

Not only did she want to pay for the mung bean soup, she also wanted to give this kind-hearted male classmate a gift.

He Juanxia smiled and said, "No need. I'm not a student at your school. I sell barbecue on the roadside. If you're interested, come and try my cooking."

Not a college student?

The girl was surprised for a moment but quickly reacted and nodded heavily, "Okay, I will definitely go and try your cooking."

He Junxia said goodbye to the girl and left.

He returned to his stall and found several familiar students standing in front of his food cart.

"Boss, you're back."

One of the students waved at He Juanxia: "Is that girl okay?"

He Juanxia: "It's okay, she's already gone back."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As long as everything is fine, they can just go back.

"Then we'll leave too. Bye."

"Bye, thank you for watching over the food truck for me. Next time you come to buy barbecue, I'll give you a 20% discount."

"Okay, thank you, boss."

He Junxia took out his cell phone and checked the time. After so much trouble, it was almost ten o'clock.

Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong

Several news push notifications popped up on the lock screen.

A BMW owner in Shanghai was stabbed to death after a conflict with security at the Yuncheng Building.

[An 800 yuan salary became the fuse, and a restaurant owner and his family of four were brutally murdered in Shuicheng.]

A fire broke out in a residential complex. The fire passage was blocked by several cars, preventing fire trucks from entering. Ten people have died, 15 have been injured, and three are missing.

He Junxia took a few glances and put the phone away.

These things happen every year, and the biggest characteristic of human beings is that they don't learn lessons from the past.

Poor people who died in the fire.

He pushed the clean food cart back to his residence. Zhang Le hadn't gone to bed yet. He was lying on the sofa with his head tilted, watching short videos.

The boy raised his head and asked, "How is business today?"

He Juanxia: "Great, everything is sold out. Do you want to go with me tomorrow night?"

Zhang Le hesitated: "Forget it, I don't know how to bake, I'll just prepare the ingredients for you at home."

That's right, as He Junxia's barbecue business was booming, Zhang Le had been seduced by his "sweet words" and temporarily gave up delivering food.

After all, you can only earn more than 200 yuan by working hard as a deliveryman. Sometimes, there are few people ordering takeout, so you may not even earn 200 yuan.

In comparison, it is much easier to stay at home and help my good brother prepare the ingredients and string them on bamboo skewers.

They both pay 200 yuan, so I must choose the easy job.

He Junxia smiled and said, "I can teach you how to grill. We can try to make more money this summer when business is good."

Zhang Le shook his head repeatedly: "Forget it."

When he went to the university to deliver takeout, he saw Geng Qi grilling food. He was wearing a mask on his face and sweating profusely from the fireworks while standing in the small food cart.

You must not move your body and always be careful not to burn the skewers.

He couldn't bear this kind of suffering.

Although Zhang Le was not loved by his father and mother, he was still spoiled by his grandparents. Delivering takeout was the greatest hardship he had ever experienced.

Seeing Zhang Le's refusal, He Junxia said nothing more.

The wish of the wisher is to repay the good brother who took him in, not to make his good brother become the barbecue king.

There are many ways to repay.

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[The Municipal Meteorological Observatory upgraded and issued a high temperature red alert at 13:00 on August 6, 20XX...]

The female host's standard Mandarin report came from the mobile phone. Zhang Le finished stringing the tofu skin in his hand and looked at the air conditioner on the wall with great emotion.

"Luckily you installed an air conditioner at home, otherwise it would be really hot to death. When I went to buy tofu skin, an old man was taken away by the 120 ambulance."

"And that one, who lives on the twelfth floor, had heatstroke and was admitted to the ICU with his entire family."

"That's too bad," Zhang Le said, shaking his head with regret. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he paused and said, "You should also be careful when you go to set up a stall at night."

"Although it's not as hot at night as during the day, it's still 35 degrees Celsius. Don't get a heat stroke. Do you have a small air conditioner like that? Can I install one in your stroller?"

He Junxia: "It's okay. I installed a small fan and hung a few ice packs in front of it, so it blows out cool air."

Zhang Le: "That's good. Don't save money. If you get heatstroke and end up in the hospital, you'll end up spending a ton of money."

6 p.m.

He Junxia pushed her food cart to the school gate as usual to set up a stall. The street was already filled with various stalls.

As the temperature has been rising in recent days, people sweat profusely when they go out at night. The number of students coming out to buy food and eat supper has gradually decreased, and the business of the stalls has become awkward.

Especially for competing products of the same type, they can barely get along peacefully when business is good, but when business is bad, they dislike each other very much.

Several stalls selling freshly cut watermelons quarreled several times over trivial matters. The last time, if they hadn't been stopped, they would have used knives.

He Junxia's barbecue business was also affected a little, but with his improving skills, he replaced frozen meat with fresh meat without changing the price, so the impact was not significant. At most, he could close the stall and go home half an hour later.

Sometimes, if you are lucky, you can even go home early if you meet customers who drive here specifically for barbecue. Since they are here, they must eat enough, so they order dozens or even hundreds of skewers every time.

However, this little bit of luck seems particularly unpleasant to other stall owners who have little business.

Those selling iced drinks, watermelons and pineapples are fine. They are more grateful to He Junxia for boosting their business. After all, customers who eat too much barbecue will inevitably want to buy some cough-relieving and greasy food.

The most jealous businesses are the stalls selling similar barbecue, cold pot skewers, and spicy hot pot.

Although barbecue, skewers, and spicy hot pot are different flavors, the ingredients they provide are basically the same. If a person buys barbecue, he will no longer pay attention to spicy hot pot and cold pot skewers.

The male owner of the spicy hot pot stall casually chatted with the owner of the empty mutton kebab stall next to him: "Brother, aren't you two relatives? Why is his business so good?"

The kebab shop owner's face suddenly became even uglier.

He said sourly, "Who knows if he added something addictive to the seasoning."

The spicy hot pot owner rolled his eyes and whispered, "No wonder his business is so good. That's illegal. If you get caught, you'll go to jail."

The mutton kebab vendor seemed to have forgotten that he didn't even know the young man selling barbecue in the distance. He sighed helplessly and said, "How can I persuade him?"

In just a few words, the two of them convicted He Junxia of the crime, as if they were deeply regretful and heartbroken.

The spicy hot pot owner added, "If this continues and someone calls the police, he'll be finished. You should try to persuade your relatives to run their stall properly and not do anything tricky."

The kebab boss seemed thoughtful.

Soon, a police car drove up and He Junxia, ​​who was grilling skewers enthusiastically, was surrounded.

"Hello, someone reported that you violated the rules by using illegal additives. Please come with us." The older policeman spoke vaguely without using the word "opium".

He Junxia paused, then realized that his business was doing too well and people were jealous of him.

He smiled and said, "Okay, please wait a moment. Some of my customers have paid, and I'll return the money."

Girls waiting for barbecue: ...

Seeing the cooked duck about to fly away, he protested weakly: "Uncle police, you must have made a mistake. This shop is very clean, and the meat is all freshly skewered. How could there be any illegal additives?"

The slightly chubby boy behind her also said: "Yes, Uncle Police, I eat it every day. The boss is very hygienic. He also posts the vegetables and meat he buys every day in the barbecue group."

The police also found it unlikely when they saw the spotless food cart and the various meat skewers on crushed ice.

Based on their many years of experience, they dare not say all of them, but at least the vast majority of people who have evil intentions to add poppy shells to food are not so clean.

But everything depends on the evidence.

Besides, as long as someone calls the police, they have to go. It is not something they can decide.

The old policeman thought for a moment and said, "Classmate, you eat barbecue at this restaurant every day, so could you please accompany us?"

The slightly chubby boy pointed at himself in surprise: "Me? Okay, no problem, boss, I believe you."

A female voice interrupted, "I eat barbecue here every day too. Can I go too? It's safer for two people."

The two policemen didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to go to the police station, but two people would indeed be safer, so they certainly would not disagree.

He Junxia looked up and saw that the person who stepped forward was the girl who had suffered from heatstroke half a month ago. She couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Just do good things and don’t worry about the future.

The other students who received refunds also expressed their support for He Junxia. It can be said that most snack stall owners on the market are not as clean as he is.

How could such a person use illegal additives!

"Boss, someone must have seen your good business and got jealous, so they reported you on purpose."

"I don't know who is so wicked and not afraid of retribution. They report others when they have no business themselves."

"I'm speechless."

"What if it really happened? Don't be so sure. Let's see what the police say first, or you might get slapped in the face later."

"Little sister, you look smart. If it weren't for the addictive ingredients, how could someone eat it every day without getting tired of it?"

"My lamb skewers are absolutely clean and there's nothing wrong with them. It's just that we don't add those questionable seasonings, so we can't compare to his."

The owner of the kebab shop in front saw He Junxia being taken away by the police and started to smugly criticize him.

The girl who hadn't gotten into the police car yet rolled her eyes. "Come on, your cooking skills are terrible, and you're selling mutton skewers with spoiled, smelly duck meat. You've been hung on the campus wall five times in one day. You deserve it for having no business."

When the others heard this, they all echoed it.

"Uncle police, please take him away too. He bought spoiled meat and got diarrhea after eating it. Many people have been infected."

"No wonder someone reported the boss. It couldn't be you, so wicked."

"They're good at cooking, they use fresh meat and they're very clean. Look at your own stall before you say that. It's filthy. They pick up what's fallen on the ground and continue to sell it. How dare you say there's nothing wrong with you?"

"How shameless."