When customers come, we sell.
When there are no customers, I just play on my phone and slack off.
Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, he quickly sent a message to the old man climbing the mountain, telling him that he couldn't go hiking in the back mountain this week.
He was going to climb Mount Qinhuang and sell porridge at the top of the mountain.
Zhang Jianjun, who was already up and eating breakfast at this hour: ? ? ?
Sensing his unusual behavior, his son Zhang Mingyuan asked him a question with concern.
"Dad, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's okay, I just won't get to eat steamed buns!"
Zhang Jianjun understood immediately, then gave Zhang Mingyuan a disdainful look.
It's all his fault!
He missed out on Lin Zhou's steamed buns yesterday because he can't eat them now. They've stopped selling steamed buns and started selling porridge instead!
"Why?"
Zhang Mingyuan felt that his father was acting strangely since he came back this time.
This table is full of steamed buns.
Menopause is really something else! It's turned his usually rational dad into this unreasonable person.
She has a lot of facial expressions and glares at him all the time.
He used to have a blank expression all day long, aiming to keep his thoughts a mystery.
It's nothing like it is now!
"Lin Zhou is no longer selling steamed buns."
Zhang Mingyuan was puzzled again upon hearing this.
Who is Lin Zhou?
"What's wrong with you? How come you're more forgetful than an old man like me? Didn't I tell you last night?"
"Is that the young man who went hiking with you recently and made delicious steamed buns?"
Zhang Mingyuan simply didn't connect the two people at first.
Zhang Jianjun reminded him, and he remembered.
Zhang Mingyuan rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
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