Chapter 214 Is it true that pregnancy makes people stupid for three years?
"Xiao Mei, I didn't realize you were really good at doing business, and you know how to calculate everything."
Ye Xiaoya interrupted unhappily: "Mom, that's called being well-organized, not having holes and holes."
Zhao Mei was delighted when she heard this: "It's good to be educated. In the past, Mom never thought that you two could go to school and start a business."
Yes, at that time I never dreamed of going to school.
But Ye Xiaomei suddenly fell silent, but she didn't stop making dumplings.
Yes, when did she start to really want to study? It seems like...
"Xiaoya? Do you remember when your sister was almost choked to death?" Ye Xiaomei asked.
Zhao Mei suddenly interrupted: "How could she remember? How old was she when you were twelve or thirteen? She is almost ten years younger than you."
"Oh!" too.
No, Ye Xiaomei suddenly looked up and looked outside. It was already July, and the sunlight outside made the leaves on the roadside sparkle, but very few people went out.
Nowadays, when students are on vacation, there are even fewer people.
How can the dumplings be sold? And if they are not sold out during the season, they will go bad the next day.
This is a big question. Is it true what the older generation said? Pregnancy makes women stupid for three years? Why didn't she think of this?
With a plop, the half-eaten dumpling in Ye Xiaomei's hand fell onto the panel.
"Xiao Mei, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Mei just opened her mouth to ask when she heard a baby crying in the room. She quickly washed her hands and ignored everything else to pick up the baby, mumbling:
"I just ate a short while ago, I must have diarrhea now."
"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Ye Xiaoya also noticed it.
"Nothing..." Ye Xiaomei said and went back to the room to get her phone. She thought about it and realized that there was no one leaving except the school, so the workplace must still be working.
Ye Xiaomei decisively called Zhang Sanmao. She smiled more brilliantly than if she had received money because she had asked for help:
"Brother Sanmao, are you free to come over?"
"It's nothing serious, I just haven't seen you for a long time, so I'd like to treat you to some dumplings."
"Yes, that's right. It's at the dumpling restaurant across from the school, Zhuangyuan Dumplings. Okay, I'll wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Xiaomei stood outside the gate, looking at the neighbors walking back and forth in the community, and fell into deep thought.
A map seemed to be automatically generated in her mind, with the prosperity of several decades later and the dilapidated scene of today superimposed.
If I remember correctly, the textile factory is on Zhahe Road, about four or five miles away from here, so it might be worth a try.
Ye Xiaomei didn't know how long she had been thinking, when she heard Ye Xiaoya's voice from the back door of the courtyard:
"Sister, we have guests." Her face was filled with joy that she couldn't help laughing.
Ye Xiaomei was not so happy, she guessed that it was Zhang Sanmao who had arrived. He would arrive around this time driving his four-wheeler.
When Ye Xiaomei closed the back door, she looked over and said, "Shang Zhen? You guys..."
The leader, Shang Zhen, hadn't been seen for a few days and her outfit was different. She wore a tube top that exposed her belly button, and a sleeveless denim vest on the outside with the buttons unbuttoned.
There was a metal chain hanging on the left pocket of his shirt, and he was wearing leather pants with several chains hanging around his waist. His hairstyle was even more exaggerated.
Originally it looked like a hedgehog, but now it looked like it had been given a MOS, and its head was so pointed that it looked like a durian shell was stuck on it.
At first glance, Ye Xiaomei was almost unrecognizable. The hairstyles of the seven or eight women following behind her were even more peculiar, like a dye tray, almost forming a rainbow.
Shang Zhen proudly raised his thumb and said, "My sister opened a shop, the dumplings are delicious, I'm treating you today, everyone please be polite."
Ye Xiaomei was stunned. If someone didn't know better, they would have thought this was a crime den.
"Okay, Sister Zhen is really generous." Several little girls were ready to fight.
"Xiao Mei, what are you standing there for? Go make dumplings." Shang Zhen hooked a stool with his foot and sat on it.
Ye Xiaomei came to her senses. A river pattern appeared between her eyebrows. She was not the kind of person who judged people by appearance. But he was like a ghost these past few days, coming and going without a trace. What was going on? How did he get mixed up with people from society?
"Xiao Ya'er, open the stove door." Ye Xiaomei said lightly, looking at the eight people who came including Shang Zhen.
While Ye Xiaomei was making dumplings, she was looking at those people calmly.
Shang Zhen and the red-haired girl were arm in arm, talking and laughing, and discussing where to go for fun in the evening.
"Why don't you take your best friend with you? I think her outfit is unsophisticated and she has definitely never been to a disco."
Although the voice was small, Ye Xiaomei could still hear it clearly.
Disco is just a combination of nightclubs and bars.
"She is not like us. She is not fit to go to such a place."
This is what Shang Zhen said. He looked at Ye Xiaomei subconsciously and found that she was calm but distant. When she brought up the dumplings bowl by bowl, she didn't even look at him.
Shang Zhen couldn't laugh anymore: "You guys eat first, I have something to say to my good friend."
As he spoke, he opened the back door. Ye Xiaomei wiped her hands and followed him: "What's the matter?"
Shang Zhen pulled out a wad of money from the pocket of his denim vest, counted out five bills, and stuffed the rest into Ye Xiaomei's pockets:
"I don't know how much it is, but I will definitely do what I promised you. The extra money can be considered as an investment for us to open a dumpling shop together."
Ye Xiaomei put the money in her pocket without counting it: "Okay, I'll keep a record of the bill later."
After saying that, Ye Xiaomei turned around and was about to go back to the store, but was grabbed by Shang Zhen: "Do you think I've learned something bad?"
"I'm worried that you'll get into trouble with people in society. The results of the midterm exam will be released tomorrow. If you don't do well, you won't have the chance to go to school."
Ye Xiaomei did not hide her thoughts.
"Don't worry, you will definitely do well in the exam." Shang Zhen felt relieved when he saw that she still cared about him as much as before.
"That's fine. Change your outfit when school starts, or the teacher will be displeased with you again."
Ye Xiaomei returned to the store after she finished speaking. Zhang Sanmao just walked in with the car keys in his hand:
"Sister-in-law, what's the matter?"
"Please sit down. I'll give you a bowl of dumplings to try first."
Ye Xiaomei started to get busy.
Zhang Sanmao glanced at those guys who looked like bad youths, and wondered in his heart, could it be that his sister-in-law was in trouble?
He found a seat in a corner and sat down, looking at these people vigilantly from time to time.
Shang Zhen had a long-lost smile on his face: "Special Commissioner Zhang, long time no see."
As soon as he said this, several people turned around and saw him in police uniform. They immediately lowered their voices:
"Fuck, our Zhen Jie also knows the government officials."
"Of course not. It's absolutely right to follow Sister Zhen."
"Well, long time no see." Zhang Sanmao didn't recognize who this was at first glance. After taking a closer look, he found that this little girl was none other than his sister-in-law's good friend Shang Zhen.
"Eat your dumplings quickly." Ye Xiaomei sat opposite Zhang Sanmao with a bowl of dumplings and said something true.
Only then did she go to the pile obediently.
Zhang Sanmao lowered his voice and asked, "Sister-in-law, what's going on?"
"Nothing, we are just some friends. By the way, Brother Sanmao, please try my dumplings first to see how they taste." Ye Xiaomei handed him the chopsticks.
Zhang Sanmao had no idea what she was up to, so he took a sip subconsciously. It was so hot that he took several gulps before swallowing it. "Wow, not bad, very delicious."
Ye Xiaomei then held her chin with satisfaction and said with a smile:
"I just want to ask you, how much is a bowl of dumplings in those snack shops across from your police station? How many dumplings are there in a bowl?"
In fact, Ye Xiaomei knew that the area was in a prosperous area, close to the night market, and the rent there was also expensive. Although the price of a bowl was still two yuan, there were only ten dumplings in a bowl.
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