Chapter 278 Chapter 278 Hot
"Gengzi, you're finally back."
"I was so scared. I called you several times but you didn't answer. I thought..."
Zhang Le finally breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the door and saw He Junxia was safe and sound.
"I was watching videos and saw a guy driving a car near your stall, killing a lot of people in revenge."
He Junxia locked the food cart in a small space next to the stairs on the first floor: "That man has been shot and killed by the police."
Zhang Le immediately said, "Good death."
Those who deliberately hit others with their cars deserve to die. In the past, people had to be arrested and sent to court for trial, and it took one or two years to get a result. It was very frustrating to hear that.
Moreover, such people may not necessarily be sentenced to death. If they are sentenced to suspended death penalty, how can we be fair to those who died?
It would be better to shoot him to death like this to eliminate this harm to the people.
Zhang Le continued, "Are you still going to set up your stall tomorrow? Or maybe forget about it, or go somewhere else?"
He Juanxia: "No, I have some personal matters to attend to tomorrow, so let's forget about it tonight."
No matter how good the business is, it cannot withstand the madness of a lunatic. I think after what happened today, the school leaders will work with the urban management to stop vendors from setting up stalls outside the school.
Otherwise, if any student gets into an accident at the school gate, it will have a huge impact on the school's reputation.
He Junxia planned to take this opportunity to visit the wisher's mother. After half a month of investigation, he already knew where she lived.
The next morning, the temperature had reached 38℃, and people started sweating as soon as they went out.
Remember, it's only seven in the morning.
Office workers on their way to work get on buses and taxis, sweating profusely. The air-conditioning in the cars is so strong that people can finally feel a little cool.
He Junxia did not have the habit of abusing herself, so she used her mobile phone to call an online taxi, which was clearly equipped with air conditioning.
However, with the current temperature, if you stay in the car without turning on the air conditioner, you will get heatstroke and heat stroke. Even the most frugal driver will not save this little money.
"What's the last digit of your mobile phone number?"
"3497"
Today's driver didn't like to chat, and He Junxia didn't like to chat either. After telling him the last digit of his cell phone number, the two of them stayed silent all the way.
"Here we are, is this it?"
"OK, the money has been paid."
He Junxia opened the car door and got out. The heat wave that hit him made his breathing stop. He paused for a while before leaving the cool car to face the ubiquitous heat.
Too hot
The hot sunlight is like the warm light from an oven. It looks ordinary through the glass, but when you are actually there, you feel like you are going to melt.
He Junxia put on a mask and sunglasses and looked at the red sun which had not yet moved to the center of the sky. He couldn't help feeling a little worried. He always felt that the temperature would continue to rise.
But this was not something he could stop.
He Junxia continued walking along the street. After walking about ten meters, he paused, turned around and walked into a noodle shop.
This is a small shop run by the wisher's mother and her second husband. The business is good and enough to support a family of three.
"A bowl of steamed buns and a fried egg."
"It's 11 yuan in total. Should I eat here or take away?"
“Eat here.”
He Junxia found a seat in the corner and sat down. From his angle, he could clearly see every move of the woman in the kitchen.
There was boiling water in a large iron pot, with white steam rising. It was so hot that people were sweating profusely, but they could only rely on a large black fan to cool down.
The heart of this body suddenly accelerated, pounding against the chest as if out of control, carrying with it an indescribable bitterness, anguish, and a hint of resentment.
Does the wisher hate his mother?
When he was young, he was called a bastard by the children in the same village, and was said to be a motherless child. He was looked down upon by the children of his uncle's family. In the middle of winter, his grandparents sent him to work in the mountains wearing old cotton shoes with holes in them.
Washing dishes, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, washing clothes, feeding chickens, ducks, and pigs...
He was given all the work he could do, but when eating, he only dared to pick up the cabbage in front of him. Even eating one more bowl of rice would make him be criticized.
The young child was always hoping that his parents would suddenly appear and take him home, but unfortunately, he never got what he wanted after more than ten years of waiting.
Where were his parents at that time?
How can I not hate it?
Even though she was a victim in that marriage, the one who wished for it was innocent.
He brought a life into the world for his own selfish desires, then ruthlessly abandoned it and ignored it for more than ten years.
Whether it is a man or a woman.
They are all the same kind of people.
The wet liquid flowed across her cheeks and wet the light blue medical mask. He Junxia blinked her eyes, letting the emotions of this body be released.
"The noodles are ready, help yourself."
He Junxia stood up and walked to the cashier, picked up the bowl of steaming hot noodles, and observed the woman in the kitchen closely through the transparent glass.
Her eyes were sunken, and there was a small, round black mole on her left cheek. Her hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. Her forehead was covered with wrinkles. She was thin, and her face looked old but not depressed. After cooking noodles, she was watching videos on her phone.
He Junxia looked at her deeply, took the bowl and returned to his seat to eat breakfast.
The woman was completely unaware of this.
The noodles were very hot. He drank a few sips of the soup first, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Boss, did you make these noodles yourself?"
The woman finally looked away from her phone and yawned. “We made the noodles and dumplings ourselves.”
He Juanxia: "How much is a serving of dumplings? I mean raw ones. I want to buy some and cook them."
The lady boss was probably hearing this request for the first time. She was stunned for a while before she replied, "Buy it raw. Let me think about it. If you want, it's 25 yuan per pound. We use high-quality meat."
He Junxia nodded: "I'll buy two pounds." Let those who wish can also taste the taste of the dumplings made by her mother.
The proprietress put down her phone, went to the refrigerator, took out a bag of handmade dumplings, and weighed them: "Take your time to eat, I'll go weigh them."
He Junxia ate the steamed buns in the bowl, taking a mouthful of noodles and a sip of soup, chewing slowly with the golden fried egg.
He didn't know if it was the taste or the subconscious of the wisher, but he always felt that this steamed bun was exceptionally delicious.
"Boss, boss."
A thin man walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, one leg swinging sideways, and he spat on the ground.
He Junxia frowned slightly.
He hates the smell of secondhand smoke.
"Here I am." The appearance of the proprietress interrupted He Junxia's thoughts. She placed the packed raw dumplings on the table where he was eating. "Two kilograms in total. Take a look."
He Junxia took out his mobile phone and scanned the code to pay.
The smoking man watched for a while, shaking his legs: "A bowl of pork trotter rice noodles, a braised egg and a portion of beef."
The boss lady: "30 in total."
The smoking man casually took out a hundred-dollar bill folded into a small rectangle from his pocket and threw it on the cashier.
The proprietress took the money, unfolded it, and put it on the cash register without looking at it for many seconds. She took out a 20-yuan bill and five 10-yuan bills and handed them to the smoking man.
The smoking man looked around, walked to the drinks cabinet on the left and asked, "How much is Red Bull?"
The proprietress: "Eight dollars."
The smoking man opened the drinks cabinet and took out two bottles of Red Bull. He opened one bottle and gulped it down, then took out two 10-yuan bills and handed them over.
The proprietress took the money and opened the cash register again, and the accident happened at this moment.
She stared at the only 100-yuan note in the machine. The more she looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong. It seemed a bit like □□.
The smoking man urged her with an impatient look to give him the change quickly and then go downstairs to the kitchen.
But the proprietress ignored his gaze and directly took out the 100-yuan note with obvious folding marks and put it into the money detector.
"This one is □□" "This one is □□"
An awkward atmosphere suddenly filled the air. He Junxia finished the noodles in his bowl in a few bites and stood up.
The smoker threw away his cigarette butt and asked impatiently, "Boss lady, what do you mean?"
The proprietress took out the hundred-yuan bill that the money detector had identified as a red one and said, "Handsome boy, you heard it too. There's something wrong with the money you just gave me."
The smoking man's face suddenly darkened.
"clang"
He smashed the unfinished Red Bull can to the ground, and the drink spurted out, soaking the tiles. "You said there was something wrong with my money, why didn't you tell me just now? I think you changed my money."
The woman was a little panicked.
It’s not because the smoking man suspected that there was something wrong with me, but because of his bad attitude.
Everyone's mood has been a little off recently, with reports of assaults, murders of families, and random revenge against society.
If a shop owner gets into a dispute with a customer, he will definitely be the one who suffers, and it will also affect future business.
But the boss lady was not happy to accept a 100-yuan note for nothing. Their noodle shop business wasn't very good, and their earnings were hard-earned. To make ends meet, her husband had to work as an electrician.
100 yuan is equivalent to working in the noodle shop for free for a whole day.
The woman pointed to the surveillance camera above her head and said, "Handsome, our store has surveillance cameras the whole time. You'll know immediately if I changed your money or not."
She took out a 100-yuan bill with many wrinkles and showed it to the smoking man: "Look, this is the money you gave me. It can be folded back."
In order to prevent the smoking man from getting angry and hurting others, she gave him enough way out.
"Handsome guy, where did you get your money? Did you get scammed? Some people just take advantage of your youth and use drugs to cheat you."
The smoking man didn't say anything, but his face flushed red. I don't know if he was angry at the stranger who deceived him, or regretting that he had just bought a drink and was exposed as a smuggler.
The proprietress watched him nervously, waiting for him to take back the coin and exchange it for a real one. He Junxia also watched him, trying to prevent him from doing anything extreme.
Unexpectedly, the smoking man neither took back the banknote nor did he do anything extreme. Instead, he turned around and ran away.
It's confirmed
He deliberately used □□ to buy things.
Of course, he didn't run away, because the boy, who was prepared, grabbed his arm tightly, trapping him like an iron clamp.
The smoking man struggled hard: "What are you doing? Let me go. Damn, who asked you to meddle in other people's business?"
He reached into his trouser pocket with his free left hand, pulled out a sharp fruit knife, and pointed it at He Junxia. However, before he could boast for a few seconds, the fruit knife was knocked to the ground by a huge force.
The proprietress quickly picked up the weapon.
He Junxia grabbed his arm and moved in the opposite direction, then turned to look at the person at the counter: "Call the police. He threatened with a gun and a knife. He'll go to jail for a few years."
Now is the time for a severe crackdown, and it is not the right time to let the police mediate and fool around.
When the smoker heard the words "call the police," he struggled even harder and even threatened, "Fuck you! If you dare call the police, I'll kill you when I get out."
He Junxia didn't say anything, but took out dozens of dollars from the smoking man's pocket and put them on the table, then carried him out of the noodle shop.
Walk forward, turn left and then right, and you will see a public toilet. There are few people inside and outside the toilet, so no one can hear the faint cries for mercy.
He Junxia grabbed his collar and said, "I hate people who smoke and spit in public places. What about you?"
The smoking man originally thought that the noodle shop owner had a relationship with him and that was why he was helping him. But after hearing these words, he realized that he had offended him because of his smoking and spitting.
*****, you should have said it earlier, ****
The smoker was beaten so hard that he didn't dare to talk back. With his face swollen like a pig's head, he nodded repeatedly: "I won't dare to do it again. I won't dare to do it again in the future."
He Juanxia smiled coldly: "Don't let me see you again. I will beat you every time I don't let you see me. Do you hear me? Be a civilized person from now on."
Smoking man: "I heard it, I heard it."
He Junxia turned and left the bathroom.
He returned to the noodle shop, picked up the raw dumplings on the table and prepared to leave, but was suddenly stopped by the proprietress.
The woman looked at him in surprise and doubt: "Handsome boy, what's your name?"
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