Bai Song never thought of himself as a big shot.

Everyone's life is actually a book. It may be full of ups and downs, or it may be dull and plain. One day, when the last page of the book is closed, all that remains are the comments of later readers.

Some people will have a few good friends during their lifetime, and a few descendants who care about them. Only these few people will talk about this book; some people will be read and commented on by many people, and their merits and demerits will be judged by future generations... In short, they are all good.

After Bai Song finished his meal, he politely exchanged a few words with the boss.

In fact, the restaurants in these places are not enemies. If there is only one restaurant here, there will be few customers. But if there are dozens of small restaurants, there will be a cluster effect, attracting more people to choose from.

However, we have to admit that if a store does good business, it will be envied by nearby stores.

It's a very strange idea, but it does exist.

Looking around, Bai Song saw a restaurant with the words "Jinxi Sliced ​​Noodles" written on it and walked in slowly. Fei Peng mentioned Dashan City, Dashan Province, and Bai Song was very interested in this.

The boss is a native of Dashan Province, and the knife-cut noodles are also authentic. This kind of small shop has some skills, but it is not realistic to make it into a fine product due to the limitations of thinking and materials.

"Hello, what would you like to eat?" The boss was still very enthusiastic, but he probably didn't recognize Bai Song. After all, Bai Song had never been to this store on duty, and he was not wearing a uniform, so it was normal that he didn't recognize him.

"Oh, I've had lunch. I came here to ask you, what time do we usually open in the evening? Do you have any stir-fried dishes besides noodles?" Bai Song asked casually.

"In the evening, usually until 9:30, our restaurant has some cold dishes and steamed buns, and braised meat, nothing else. Why do so many people come to eat in the evening?"

"I haven't decided yet. Let me take a look first." Bai Song looked around and said, "This place is very clean."

"It's OK, it's OK. Eating out should still pay attention to the environment."

"Well, the environment is nice, and the noodles are probably delicious too. Unfortunately, I'm full, otherwise I'd have a bowl right now." Bai Song chatted casually, "Boss, are you from Dashan Province?"

"Yes, in Tianhua City, most of the people who make knife-cut noodles are from our hometown."

"Oh, it's not easy to come here from so far away to open a store and give up your family and business." Bai Song picked up a bottle of vinegar and asked, "Do you also bring the vinegar here from the local area?"

“Hey, that’s not the case. Every year when I go home in the first month of the lunar year, I always bring some vinegar back. Usually in January and February, they are all vinegar from my hometown. Now these are all vinegar bought locally, which is still different from what we have over there.” The boss said with great pride.

"That's true. Wait, at the end of the year, if I still remember it, I will come over and ask you to bring me a bottle of vinegar to try when you go back. I have heard that the aged vinegar there is very authentic." Bai Song said.

"That's no problem." The boss was very happy. He felt comfortable receiving such praise from the young man.

"Boss, how often do you go home?"

"I'm going back for the New Year, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I just wanted to ask, among all the fellow villagers here, have any of you returned to Dashan Province recently? I'm so greedy after hearing what you said, I want to find someone to bring me some aged vinegar."

"I don't know about them. There are basically no people from my hometown in the restaurants around here. But there are a few in the market. Do you want me to ask for you?" The boss was very enthusiastic.

"No need, tell me, I might know him." Bai Song laughed heartily: "I have never been to our noodle shop, but I always go to the market."

"Ha, there are only two left now, Mr. Li who sells pickles at the door, and Sister Wang who sells vegetables. But I guess they don't go back very often, but it's hard to say, Sister Wang sometimes goes back during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Yeah." Bai Song pointed to the big pot and said, "Boss, please pack me a piece of braised beef. A bigger piece."

"Hey, okay!" The boss was very happy.

Bai Song had troubled the boss for so long, and although he was not hungry, he still spent several dozen dollars. He happily carried the bag and left, putting the beef in the car.

Baisong was not familiar with this vegetable seller, Sister Wang, but he often saw Old Li Baisong. They were not familiar with each other, but they often saw each other, so they could be considered acquaintances.

After putting the beef away, Bai Song went straight to find Lao Li.

People sweat more in the summer, so pickles generally sell better than in the winter. However, there are still few customers buying them at noon, especially after it is past cooking time, when basically no one buys condiments.

Old Li was playing with his cell phone. From outside, Bai Song seemed to be playing Landlord, but he was a little absent-minded. When Bai Song came, the first thing he saw was Bai Song, and he didn't even hold his cell phone firmly.

"Officer Bai!" Old Li greeted him, "You're off work now, come and visit the market?"

"Well, let's take a look." Bai Song was not in a hurry to leave this time. He looked at the pile of pickled vegetables in Lao Li's jars and said, "I heard that the pickled mustard tubers here are very good. How come you are from Peiling?"

"No, no, my hometown... not that place. But I learned how to make this pickled mustard tuber from an expert. Officer Bai, to be honest, I spent 1,000 yuan on this recipe." Old Li looked a little proud: "Cut a piece with a knife and try it first."

"Okay, I'll try it." Bai Song took the knife and cut a small piece. Hmm, it was indeed not bad. Actually, he was just making small talk, chatting about which one was good and which one was not. However, Li has been selling pickled vegetables here for many years, so he is definitely good at it.

"How is it? Authentic, right?" Old Li was also very proud, and acted quite like the noodle shop owner who was praised just now.

"Not bad, Old Li. I didn't expect that you, a native of a mountainous province, have such a skill. Okay, not bad. I'll buy some." Bai Song looked back at Pickle Li.

Old Li was stunned for a moment, but it only lasted less than half a second. "Officer Bai, do you know where I am from?"

"I've seen the list of our market's bosses. I remember you seem to be from Dashan Province, but I'm not sure. Now that you're not from Peiling, then it should be correct." Bai Song smiled: "Where in Dashan Province are you from?"

"Ah? Oh, I'm from Yangzhi County, but I only go home once a year." Old Li nodded.

"Oh, okay, weigh some pickled mustard tuber for me. If you have any other delicious pickled vegetables, weigh some for me too. I'll eat them in the evening." Bai Song took out his wallet.

When Lao Li heard this, he immediately pointed to a few pickles and said, "These are the ones that sell best. I'll pack them for you. Don't worry."

What's the rush? Bai Song looked around the market absentmindedly. Who is Sister Wang, the vegetable seller?