"Jianbing guozi, roujiamo, and golden crispy sausage."
"The best Jianbing Guozi, Roujiamo, and Golden Crispy Sausage in Ancheng. Don't miss it if you're passing by."
A clear female voice came from the loudspeaker, attracting passersby to look towards the source of the sound.
This is the entrance to a shopping mall.
There are many food stalls along the roadside, with various flavors mixed together, which makes people's appetites soar.
It was the weekend, and there were quite a few people shopping in the mall. All the food stalls were doing very well.
But at the stall that used to be the busiest, the loudspeaker was still blaring, while the female owner, wearing a floral apron, was asleep on a stool.
A young couple called her several times but she didn't wake up.
"Boss, ma'am... are you still selling it or not?"
"..."
There was no response; the woman was sleeping soundly.
The two muttered to themselves, "I've never seen business done like this before," and then went to other stalls.
The owners of the neighboring stalls not only didn't try to wake her up, but instead did everything they could to steal her customers.
"Handsome guys and beautiful girls, come and try our spicy hot pot, it tastes just like Haidilao."
"And our chicken strip wraps are freshly fried and baked. Once you try them, you'll definitely want to come back again."
The young couple promptly changed their target.
Several more groups of customers were taken away, but the woman still showed no sign of waking up.
Sister Zhao, the female owner of the mala tang stall, was quickly scalding the vegetables, but she was thinking to herself.
Liu Zhaodi probably worked until late last night again.
Sleeping for only two or three hours, then having to get up before dawn to knead dough and prepare vegetables—even an iron man couldn't endure this kind of ordeal.
Of course, her income is also quite substantial.
They earn at least ten times more than the glamorous white-collar workers in office buildings.
At first, she tried to persuade her earnestly.
"Xiao Liu, you're so young, unmarried, and don't have any kids to raise. Why are you working so hard? If you ruin your health, you'll regret it later."
To everyone's surprise, she said, "It's okay, I'm young and can endure hardship. My younger brother still needs a lot of money to buy a house and get married."
I paid the down payment for his house, and I still have to pay the mortgage every month, so I can't afford to slack off. My mom says my brother's happiness depends on me.
Seeing the happiness on her face, Sister Zhao couldn't help but ask, "You don't give all the money you earn to your family, do you?"
"Yes, I gave it all to my mom. I also paid for the construction of the little villa in our hometown. People in our village are so envious of my parents."
Sister Zhao: "..."
Seeing her matter-of-fact, proud and arrogant demeanor, Sister Zhao never tried to persuade her again.
Customers were gradually being snatched away, but there were always those stubborn ones who wouldn't leave no matter what you did.
"I just want to eat the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) she makes."
A tattooed young man with a cigarette between his fingers stood in front of Liu Zhaodi's stall and shouted several times in a gruff voice.
"Hey, wake up, wake up, we have a customer."
Just as Sister Zhao was wondering whether to wake her up manually, Liu Zhaodi's eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes.
Looking at the meat simmering in front of me, and then looking down at the shiny, bright red floral apron I was wearing.
Qi An's eye twitched violently twice.
This was the first time she had ever had such a stylish entrance.
Fu Gui, oblivious to her distress, failed to notice her breakdown.
"Wow, Sister An'an, this meat looks so delicious, I want to eat a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)."
"Eat farts."
Seeing that she was awake, the tattooed young man said impatiently again, "You're finally awake. Get me two roujiamo (Chinese hamburgers), hurry up."
Qi An: "..."
Do you know who you're ordering around?
Three seconds later, she asked expressionlessly, "Do you want me to be a little fatter or a little thinner?"
"Fatty or lean".
Qi An opened the oven door, and without wearing the gloves that were almost worn smooth, he reached in with his bare hands and took out two golden and crispy pancakes.
The tattooed young man was stunned: "Aren't you hot?"
Nobody paid him any attention.
The young man was puzzled. Where had her usual perfect smiling service gone? Was she on her period?
Qi An scooped out a piece of stewed meat that was now tender, picked up a knife and chopped it up in a few quick strokes, then awkwardly sandwiched it between two flatbreads.
"twenty."
She was about to put the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) into a paper bag when the tattooed young man objected.
Frowning, she pointed at the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger): "You only gave me this little bit of meat?"
He always came to eat because this woman always gave him so much meat; one of hers was equivalent to two of other people's.
Who knew that the usually kind and easy-going female boss had taken some kind of wrong medicine today.
Qi An raised an eyebrow and said casually, "How about I put a pig in there for you?"
"..."
The tattooed young man was stunned, then enraged.
"How dare you talk like that, you..."
He stopped mid-anger, swallowing the rest of his profanities.
Because the woman behind the stall picked up a meat cleaver, looked at him expressionlessly, and stabbed it into the cutting board with a snap.
Click...
The cutting board is cracked.
Tattooed young man: "..."
"I...I don't want it anymore. I suddenly don't want to eat roujiamo anymore."
After saying those words with a forced smile, the tattooed young man quickly slunk away.
He didn't even bother to pick up the twenty yuan that was left on the stall.
Sister Zhao, who witnessed all of this, did not dare to speak.
What's wrong with Liu Zhaodi today? How can she talk to customers like that?
Qi An sat on a small stool, holding a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) in each hand, and finished it in a few bites.
It's impossible for me to work.
The food was indeed delicious, and Qi An was just about to order a few more when another customer came in.
"Boss, a set of jianbing guozi, double eggs, no scallions, no cilantro, no chili."
An elderly woman with her grandson said.
Qi An: "..."
Oh well, we're already here.
Qi An clumsily smoothed out the batter, then cracked an egg on top. The old lady snorted and pouted, saying:
"Why are these eggs so small? You young people are so greedy, all you know is to cut corners."
Qi An: "..."
But to hell with it, we're already here.
He tossed the eggshell aside and immediately retorted, "Go back and see how big a chicken's butt is. Can it even produce the size you want?"
Several customers eating next door burst out laughing.
The old lady raised an eyebrow, about to scold someone, but her eldest grandson ran off to the toy stall in front of her, so she could only glare at Qi An and leave.
"Pah, serves you right for not making any money."
Sister Zhao's eyes widened. Had Liu Zhaodi finally gone mad?
Turning off the loudspeaker, Qi An plopped down on a small stool and said irritably, "Fu Gui, come out and eat, then go fight."
Fu Gui, who could no longer contain himself, replied: "Alright!"
Three seconds later, a girl with a sweet, doll-like face walked out of the mall and stood in front of the stall.
Sister Zhao was ready to see how Liu Zhaodi would continue to offend the customers, but the beautiful woman went around to the back of the stall, skillfully chopped meat for a meat sandwich, and also made two jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes).
Sister Zhao: "..."
Are customers these days all so conscientious?
A moment later, Fugui borrowed a small stool from Sister Zhao and he and Qi'an began clearing out the stock.
Fu Gui did both eating and cooking, while Qi An only had to eat.
Sister Zhao was completely bewildered, but she couldn't care less about watching the commotion; she had quite a few customers on her side as well.
After she finished serving a group of customers, she turned around.
Liu Zhaodi's stall was completely empty; not a single starch sausage remained.
Were there many people buying just now?
Qi An pointed at the stall and gestured with his chin towards Sister Zhao: "The stall is yours."
Sister Zhao looked completely bewildered: "Give it to me? You're quitting?"
"Yeah, I'm quitting. I'm planning to retire."
Sister Zhao: "..."
"You're not going to buy your brother a house or help him get married? You're not going to pay the mortgage?"
Qi An smiled and said, "No need."
Sister Zhao thought she had finally come to her senses and said with relief, "That's right. Don't be so foolish in the future. You should think more about yourself."
Qi An glanced at her and reminded her, "Don't set up your stall tomorrow night. Follow your husband; you might make some unexpected discoveries."
Sister Zhao watched as Liu Zhaodi threw down her apron, turned around, and left, scratching her head in confusion.
What does that mean?
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