Chapter 8

Chu Yueqing parked the stall downstairs of the village building, opened the door and changed her shoes.

The bathroom door opened, Chu Yi bent over the wall to look out, her fluffy hair covering her face, squinting her eyes and speaking Cantonese with a toothbrush in her mouth.

"Sister, you're so late again?"

Chu Yueqing shook her body, "What do you think this is?"

Chu Yi screamed, followed by the sound of running water, and the bathroom door was opened again.

The front of Chu Yi's little ball nightgown was wet by the tap water because of her anxiety. There was excitement in her almond eyes, and her hands were clasped under her chin, "You really bought meat!"

"Ahhh! I want to eat fried pork with peppers!"

Hong Kong Cantonese cuisine is light, and Chu Yi is from Xiangcheng, she likes spicy and heavy flavors so she has never been used to it.

"Wuwuwu... Sister, you are so kind. We can't even pay the rent, but we can still eat meat."

"Who said we can't pay the rent?" Chu Yueqing handed the meat over and joked, "Since you are so happy, you must not mind cooking it yourself, right?"

Chu Yi pouted with tears in her eyes, "Sister..."

"After all, working all day is also tiring." Chu Yueqing said only one sentence, and Chu Yi quickly ran into the kitchen without saying a word. The hem of her nightgown slid out an arc in the air like ripples, and she hurriedly said a sentence.

"Give me ten minutes."

The kitchen door closed, and the sound of a spatula was soon heard from inside.

Chu Yueqing retracted her gaze and placed the goods she brought in on the eight-immortal table. The red-painted wooden table had lost a lot of paint, and it shook as soon as the things were placed on it. She pushed the wooden table closer to the wall, and with a slight bang, the uneven wall surface began to fall with wall dust.

Chu Yueqing waved her hand to shake off the dust.

The total area of ​​the room was less than 12 square meters with a rent of 1,500 yuan. There was only a small glass window in the room, and it depended on it for ventilation. It was stuffy and humid on hot days.

In her previous life, the bedrooms she lived in were larger than this area.

Chu Yueqing sighed with nostalgia, "I still have to make more money."

After that, she cast her eyes on the only wooden cabinet in the room, put up a wooden stool, stepped on it, and searched for the luggage she brought from Xiangcheng.

The result was that after searching for a long time, there was no trace of the IOU.

Her energy was used up in breaking the Feng Shui situation, and the newly accumulated merits were also needed to maintain the customer base. Otherwise, she could count on her fingers.

"Ayi, do you know where the IOU I brought is?"

Chu Yi just came out with a fragrant stir-fried pork with green peppers. She tilted her head and thought for a while, her face wrinkled, "Isn't it in the cupboard?"

"No." Chu Yueqing jumped down from the wooden stool lightly, worried about waking up the residents downstairs, and moved the wooden stool to the Eight Immortals Table carefully.

Anyway, there was no rush for the time being.

She didn't search again.

Chu Yi put the dishes on the Eight Immortals Table, filled a bowl of white rice and handed it over, puzzled, "Why do you suddenly want to find the IOU?"

Chu Yueqing told the Fang family that the mother and daughter refused to pay back the money.

Chu Yi was so angry that she bit her chopsticks. "How shameless! That person clearly borrowed 7,000 yuan from grandpa."

"Would you hate me for rejecting the East District suite? It's more than 100 square meters. Compared to where we live now, it's like a mansion."

After all, if the East District house is given to them, Chu Yi will also have a share. Chu

Yi has the right to know.

"No." Chu Yi buried her head in eating, frowned and squeezed her face to make a vomiting expression, "Who wants their stinky house."

"By the way."

Chu Yueqing remembered the leather shoes placed at the door just now, "Your leather shoes are sold out, right? I'll take you to buy a pair when I have time."

The uniform of Xiangjiang School is to wear white socks + leather shoes.

Chu Yi only has one pair, and it's broken.

"No need." Chu Yi didn't care at all, "I'll just glue it on with glue."

Chu Yueqing was surprised: "I see there are traces of glue on the leather shoes."

"It doesn't matter. Just glue them every day. They cost a few hundred yuan a pair. It's a pity to throw them away."

Chu Yueqing still decided to buy a pair when she had time. Without further ado, the two finished their meal and Chu Yi cleaned the table and washed the dishes.

Chu Yueqing took clothes from the closet and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She turned on the shower and water was spraying. She reached out to wipe the water mist off the glass mirror. When she saw her reflection in the mirror, she was stunned.

The girl in the mirror had fair skin, narrow lychee eyes, waist-length hair, and a small black mole next to her nose, which was slightly cold.

Except for the dry skin, this face is exactly the same as her last life.

Chu Yueqing stopped looking, the mist hit the mirror, she took the empty shampoo bottle on the wash basin, squeezed some liquid and washed her hair quickly.

One night passed.

The sky gradually brightened, and the golden sunlight shone through the window into the floor of the village house. The neighbor's old record player slowly played Hong Kong music, intertwined with the sound of splashing water and the chatter of neighbors. Like boiling water, the streets of Sham Shui Po gradually woke up.

Chu Yueqing opened her eyes and looked at the yellowed poster of the Four Heavenly Kings on the wall. She calmed her mind for a moment. When she was completely awake, she lifted the quilt and climbed up two ladders to see the upper floor. The girl was still resting with her eyes closed under the colorful thin quilt. It was

weekend time.

She didn't wake up Chu Yi and quickly went to the bathroom to wash up. When she came out, she saw the golden sunshine outside the window, and she couldn't help feeling refreshed and full of fighting spirit.

It's a pity that the loan note was not found. It doesn't matter, just look for it slowly.

Chu Yueqing clenched her fist and silently encouraged herself: "Okay, make the ingredients for the sweet soup, and then go to the landlord to make up the rent!"

Three hours later.

Chu Yueqing handed the remaining 1,100 Hong Kong dollars to the landlord.

The landlord had her hair all tied up with rollers, picked her teeth with a toothpick, raised one hand and spread out a stack of Hong Kong dollars to the sun, smiled, opened the drawer and stuffed the money in.

"Sister, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. I only have two rooms and I want to make a living. Pay the rent earlier next time. Not everyone in Hong Kong is as good as me."

Chu Yueqing listened to the landlord's mumbling and secretly complained in her heart.

She decided to move to a bigger house when she made money.

After saying goodbye to the landlord, Chu Yueqing drove a cart full of sweet soup out of Yuanzhou Housing Estate. As soon as she walked out of the door, she saw a little old lady combing her hair with a mahogany comb.

"Ashanpo?" Chu Yueqing's eyes were filled with surprise, and she stopped the car. "Don't you live in Kowloon Tong?"

Ashanpo, with a backpack on her right hand, explained with a smile, "Yes, my good friend lives here. She called and said she couldn't sleep well recently, so I came to accompany her."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ashanpo's wrinkled single eyelids looked at the stall, "Just open a stall?"

Chu Yueqing listened to Ashanpo's praise for hard work, and smiled with curved eyes, "The earlier you start, the earlier you earn!"

"Again." A Shanpo said thoughtfully, "Ride slowly."

Chu Yueqing's eyes narrowed, and she stepped on her bike and looked back, "I know."

The sun shone on the girl's fair face. The cartoon T-shirt with Popeye on it was tucked into her gray mid-length casual pants, and she stepped on her feet with a pair of white socks and Huili sneakers.

A Shanpo saw the stall disappear in the streets and sighed, "She is really prettier than the female models on the posters. It would be a pity for Qingqing not to compete for TVB Hong Kong Miss with this look."

After sighing, A Shanpo carried her bag and walked towards the village house. After finally finding which house it was, her dim eyes suddenly found a ray of light and looked for it.

In the grass next to the village house, there was an old lady with a bun on her head kneeling on the ground to worship the God of Land.

Mrs. Li placed three large stacks of fruit on the ground and knelt on the ground with her hands clasped together. Her eye bags were droopy and dark, and her face, full of wavy wrinkles, looked haggard. She spoke with little energy.

"Grandpa Tu, I want someone to accompany me, and I do want to go on a blind date. But... the other person has to be a living person, right? All of them are dead, isn't that too much?"

Master Li was helpless. "The person I went on a blind date with last night was my third uncle who was hit by a car and died three days ago. Alas, we are relatives. Indiscriminate relationships can kill people. Please, Lord Tutu, please protect me from having nightmares again."

"Hongmei?" Ah Shan Po rushed forward and pulled the person up in surprise, "Why are you worshiping the Lord of the Earth?"

Mrs. Li was pulled up in a daze. When she saw it was Ah Shan Po, she hurriedly grabbed her with her cold hands and trembled, "Mountain Flower, I'm so scared, so scared."

"Don't be anxious, tell me slowly." Ashanpo helped Grandma Li sit down on the stone steps beside the grass, "What's going on?"

Grandma Li was miserable, "I dream of blind dates every night."

"Huh?" Ashanpo said seriously, "You're alone, that's a good thing."

"What the hell, I'm urging you (bah), they're all dead old men. People who have seen Prince Yan come to have blind dates with me, what kind of ghosts! They want to marry me, but I don't want to marry." Grandma Li lost a lot of weight due to the torture, "It makes me afraid to sleep every night."

They are all old people, and Ashanpo doesn't have many good sisters left in the world. Seeing Grandma Li's haggard face, her heart ached and she helped to think of a solution.

"I have nightmares every night. It's possible that I'm possessed by evil spirits. Let's go see the master."

Sister Li sighed: "Look at the master? The things that Arong hates most about gods and gods. If you let him know, it's definitely because I don't believe in science. Besides, I also secretly went to Wong Tai Sin Temple to worship, but it was useless. I don't know what to do."

"Ah Rong won't blame you. After all, you are his grandmother." Ah Shanpo thought for a while, held Master Li's hand and stood up, "How about this, I know a younger daughter, I think she is very talented in metaphysics, let her show it to you." Master

Li doubted, "Is that okay?" "Wait." Mrs. Li turned around, "I'll go upstairs and lock the door first." Chu Yueqing arrived at Temple Street. There were many tourists from other places on weekends, and the flow of people suddenly increased. The whole street was full of people, shoulder to shoulder. It was not easy to park the car. Chu Yueqing dragged the small wooden table out from under the stall and opened it. After finishing the job, she took a breath of relief and paused. She turned around and took out a triangular bandage from the small drawer on the glass cabinet. She tied up her naturally curly and fluffy long hair first, and then used the triangular bandage to tie her bangs back in a 3:7 split. She took out a palm-sized mirror from her trouser pocket, looked around, and made sure that no hair was lost in front before she felt relieved. "You've come so early?" Lin Jiahua also arrived pushing a stall cart, took out the freshly made hot egg buns and put them on the table. Looking at the increasingly crowded Temple Street, his eyes were full of smiles. "Are you so nervous?" Chu Yueqing touched her nose, looked upward, and her cheeks puffed slightly. "There's nothing I can do. The catering industry needs to pay more attention to hygiene. If a customer sees an extra hair in the dessert, they'll probably tear down my stall." "That's a bit exaggerated." Lin Jiahua moved an oven from the cart and placed it on the table of the stall, then bent down to plug it into the socket. "However, there are many people today, so I hope you and I can make more money." "I hope so." Chu Yueqing just answered the question when they heard a bang from the other side. They stopped chatting and looked over. They found that it was Ah Qiang, the noodle stall owner, who had a sullen face. He smashed a bunch of plastic bowls on the ground and cursed the waiter. He looked furious and kept looking at the dessert stall. Lin Jiahua suddenly felt something was wrong. Ah Qiang was once a member of a gang. Although he had retired, he still had a strong murderous aura. Judging from his hatred, he must be dissatisfied with the death of Ye Tianliang. "Ye Tianliang saved his life. Now that he's dead, be careful of him causing trouble." "It's okay, I'm not afraid of him." Chu Yueqing retracted her gaze and turned to open the popsicle box. "By the way, I've developed a new kind of sugar water. Do you want to try it?" Pour the stewed snow fungus into a bowl, then add the crispy light red peach gum and sago in turn, and finally pour in the frozen milky white coconut milk. She turned around and handed it to Lin Jiahua, "Help me taste it." Lin Jiahua took the bowl without hesitation and drank most of it, his eyes shining, "Sure, peach gum snow fungus? No one in Hong Kong makes it." Unlike other dessert stalls that are too sweet, this one has just the right amount of sweetness. After the snow fungus is stewed, it becomes transparent, and the light pink peach gum floats in the milky white coconut milk. It's a refreshing combination at first glance, adding a touch of freshness to the hot summer. "This can be the main signature dish. How many portions do you plan to sell?" "The purchase price of snow fungus is not cheap, at least 10 yuan a portion." Chu Yueqing calculated that after deducting the cost of nearly 3 yuan, the net profit is 7 yuan, and selling 10 bowls will make 70 yuan. She calculated the original owner's daily sales of sugar water, at least 30 bowls, mostly 7 or 8 yuan a bowl, can earn nearly 300 yuan a day, excluding costs, can earn 5,000 or 6,000 yuan a month. You have to know that the current white-collar workers in Hong Kong only earn more than 3,000 yuan a month. Just after she finished calculating, Che Zaiqiang crossed the road, his eyes were straight as if he wanted to tear Chu Yuexi to pieces. He spoke, his voice was hoarse as if he had a hangover all night. "Sweet water sister, I want you to leave Temple Street immediately!"