Chu Fang beckoned to Zhong Tingyue, who quickly approached and said, "Mr. Chu, how's business? It's so quiet."
"You're a jinx; my business always goes quiet when you're here," Chu Fang said, pursing his lips.
"Get lost!" Zhong Tingyue punched his chest.
She disliked the idiom, as it implied the passing of Chu Fang's maternal grandfather and Chu's mother's hostility towards her.
Zhong Tingyue tossed her bag to Chu Fang, then tied her hair up with a hair tie, looking quite capable, before starting to set up her stall.
The bald man slowly came to his senses, somewhat speechless: "Are you fucking serious?"
Meeting the man's gaze, he shrugged.
The bald man craned his neck: "Dude, how did you manage to win her over? Teach me!"
"One word: Cool!"
Bald man: "... ..."
The bald man gave him a long, brooding look, then carried his small stool away.
This Brother Chu is not a good person.
The stall operated until 10 p.m. and only sold two portions, one of which was sold to the bald man next door.
He said he wanted to use the fishy smell of houttuynia cordata to wash away today's memories.
Today's memories are painful, so painful, so heartbreaking.
Chu Fang prepared a dish of wolf-tooth potatoes for Zhong Tingyue and asked expectantly, "Ms. Zhong, how does it taste?"
Zhong Tingyue took a bite: "It tastes good."
"But why is no one buying it?" For the first time, Chu Fang was puzzled by his own cooking skills.
He considered himself a great cook, having received guidance from many famous chefs and even paying for one-on-one instruction from renowned chefs. His culinary skills had always been praised by many.
But today he only sold two portions, which was a big blow to him.
"Don't break off the roots of your ears."
Chu Fang stubbornly replied, "No, a potato without houttuynia cordata is a soulless potato. I would never do anything to harm the people of Southwest China."
Zhong Tingyue ate the wolf-tooth potatoes, then packed up her stall and said, "Whatever you want."
The two packed up their stall and cleaned up the surrounding area. Then Chu Fang drove away in his mobile stall cart, while Zhong Tingyue sat next to him.
Mobile vendor carts roam the streets and stop at traffic light intersections.
A Porsche parked nearby had its window rolled down, and a flamboyant rich kid said, "Beautiful lady, get in, I'll take you for a spin."
Chu Fang said coldly, "Do you think I'm dead?"
“Sorry, buddy, a beautiful woman deserves a strong man,” the flamboyant rich kid said. “You can’t ruin this beautiful woman’s future.”
Chu Fang glared angrily, while Zhong Tingyue smiled and waved her hand, rejecting the advances of the flamboyant rich second-generation.
The flamboyant rich kid sighed: "Love? What a pathetic word. Beautiful lady, you'll regret this in the end."
After saying that, he stepped on the gas and drove away.
Chu Fang drove his mobile stall to its limit, chasing after the Porsche: "You BYD, stop! I'm going to show you what I'm capable of, and you're still putting on airs?"
Mobile stalls are ultimately no match for Porsches; in the blink of an eye, a Porsche disappears into the bustling traffic.
Chu Fang, standing behind, stared angrily in the direction they had disappeared.
He turned around and saw Zhong Tingyue's pretty face radiant, like a blooming flower. He couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Is it so funny that I'm looked down upon and treated like a poor kid?"
That wicked woman.
Zhong Tingyue: "I know that Mr. Chu is a billionaire."
"Then what are you laughing at?"
"I laugh at Mr. Chu's pitiful and pathetic pride."
"Zhong Tingyue, I'll fight you to the death."
The two bickered and teased each other as they went home.
... ...
For the next few days, Chu Fang continued to set up his stall, still selling wolf-tooth potatoes and houttuynia cordata, but business remained slow.
Looking at the empty stall, he sighed: "It seems I'm really going to lose."
These past few days, his business volume has been very low, almost zero, while his costs have reached tens of thousands of yuan. This is clearly a gamble he is destined to lose.
"Boss, give me a serving of wolf tooth potatoes," a customer called out.
Do you want some houttuynia cordata?
"eat."
"Alright!" Chu Fang perked up immediately.
He takes every customer who wants to eat houttuynia cordata seriously.
Chu Fang skillfully operated the stall, frying the potatoes until cooked, and then adding various seasonings.
The customer took the wolf-tooth potatoes, thanked him, and then, upon seeing his face, suddenly paused, exclaiming, "Chu Fang?"
Chu Fang looked up and saw a short man with an ordinary face and black-rimmed glasses.
Beside them was a beautiful woman with fair skin, slender arms and legs, and an extremely charming appearance, who was holding the arm of the short man.
He asked, "How do you know my name? Do you know me?"
"You don't recognize me?" the short man asked back, then suddenly realized, "It's normal that you recognize me, after all, I was invisible in my university class, nobody knew me."
Looking at the ordinary face, Chu Fang couldn't remember who this person was, so he could only smile awkwardly and say, "Sorry, my memory hasn't been good lately."
"It's alright, I understand." The short man waved his hand. "I remember you used to drive luxury cars and live a very extravagant life in college. How come you're setting up a stall at the night market now?"
"Just displaying it for fun because I'm bored," Chu Fang said.
The short man nodded: "It's good to find something to do when you're bored. Last time I organized a class reunion and invited everyone, why didn't you come?"
"Something happened to my mother."
At the time, Chu Fang had no intention of going, and his mother was misdiagnosed with lung cancer, which made him very anxious. He couldn't care less about the class reunion.
The short man nodded: "Oh, I see. Well, we won't bother you any longer. We'll take our leave now and keep in touch."
Chu Fang nodded: "Okay."
... ...
"Sigh!" the short man sighed.
"What's wrong, husband?" the charming woman beside him asked.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, the world changes drastically." The short man said, "That boy was a big shot at university, from a wealthy family, drove a luxury car worth tens of millions, and was very handsome. He was the dream man of many girls."
"I never expected that just a few years later, Chu Fang would start setting up a stall to support himself. It seems that something major must have happened in his family."
"No wonder Chu Fang didn't attend my class reunion. He was probably afraid we would see him in his current disheveled state."
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