Chapter 446 Gwen, do you know that you have a similar name in the North?
It is said that this High Priest Josh brought a few people with him, robbed a shipload of goods from Castel, and came to Blood Harbor to make a living. He killed everyone from the president of the Chamber of Commerce to the leader of a cult. He sheltered many people during the two rebellions of the Mother Goddess Church, and somehow escaped liquidation after the war.
Now he is in his heyday among the lower class. Even the prince's decrees cannot be passed down in the slums. Qiao Xi only needs to give a few words and many people will rush to do it.
Normally, such a big boss who is involved in both black and white affairs would only make people fear him, but he has a good reputation among the grassroots.
Even the poor people who have nowhere else to go can have porridge to drink. Recently, he has donated many houses as classrooms for literacy classes. The most important thing is that he is willing to uphold fairness for the poor.
Yami often heard people in the slums say that when the law can't protect you, there is still Lord Joshi.
But how could such a powerful man have anything to do with the little girl in front of him? Is she unique?
Yami looked her up and down seriously, causing Gwen's eyes to become even more wary.
Well, it doesn’t look like that, maybe Lord Qiao Xi is just kind-hearted.
"Oh, don't worry about it. So, are you coming or not, brother Yami? If not, we'll find someone else!"
"I'll do it!"
"Okay, so can you fry fish?"
"No, I only know how to eat and count! I have no problem with purchasing and inventorying goods!" Yami noticed the unfriendly look in the two men's eyes, and quickly bent his thin arms, trying to squeeze out some muscles.
The next day, people going to the dock for class were surprised to find a small stall set up on the roadside.
There is a simple sign on the stall: [Yami Fish & Chips]
If it were placed in the previous Blood Harbor, this sign would most likely have pictures of French fries and fried fish, but now many people have gone through literacy classes and can spell out the meaning of the words above even if they stutter.
A slightly thin man was in charge of moving goods and keeping accounts - in fact, he was only in charge of moving goods. You just had to tell him what you bought, and he could calculate the expenses in an instant without even having to raise his eyelids.
An old woman was sitting on a worn-out chair nearby, slicing potatoes and marinating fish in a basin.
There were two little girls frying in front of the oil pan. One of them looked obviously from the North, with long white hair and white eyes. The other girl had her flaxen hair braided into pigtails and always had a smile on her face.
Each of them stood on a stone, and sometimes they had to stand on tiptoe to complete the frying, which was a bit distressing.
But the two of them looked so serious that people couldn't bear to disturb them.
Originally, not many people paid attention to this simple stall, but when the French fries and fried fish were put into the pan, the sizzling sound mixed with the aroma rose up, and people's feet involuntarily turned in another direction.
As the golden and crispy French fries enter the pot, tiny bubbles will appear. After waiting for a while, when the tips of the French fries start to burn, they will be taken out, wrapped in newspaper, and put into your hands while still hot, and a small packet of sauce made from sweet fruits will be attached.
The sweet fruit is not too ripe, it tastes sour and sweet. When you dip it on French fries and put it in your mouth, the crispy outer layer will make a crackling sound, and under the crispy skin is the soft and glutinous potato. The sour and sweet taste mixed with the sweet jam can make you forget all your worries.
Such a big bag of French fries only costs one-fifth of a rio. If you are willing to spend more money, you can add a few fried fish. The total cost is less than one rio, and you can enjoy it for half a day.
You can even lick your fingers while turning over the newspaper used to wrap the food after eating. However, it is best not to drink water while doing this. In order to save costs, Yami's stall uses newspapers privately printed by Nini, and the articles on them can easily choke people to death.
The stall was soon surrounded by a constant stream of people. It was close to the literacy classroom, so there were many familiar faces. Amy, who was not good at socializing, simply lowered his head and left everything to Bettys and Gwen.
This evasion, while shameful, does work.
Most of the people who buy food are from Castel. This is in the lower city, and the big shots from Blood Harbor will not come here, and there are not many Rios among the people in the lower city.
Yami saw Zoe buy a few bags of French fries, saying that she was going to share them with her colleagues. Seeing her trying to stuff fried fish into her mouth while getting burned, Yami was a little confused - could it be so delicious?
So Gwen and Bettys had one more job: to chase away Amy who tried to steal food.
Bettys was fine, as she became dizzy when busy and was easy to fool. But Gwen stared at him closely and only after much persuasion did she get half a bag of fries to try.
——Their stall was run so sloppily, not only was the sign written casually, but they even sold the prepared French fries without tasting them. One can only say that these people who were trying to start a business for the first time were really brave.
Fortunately, everything went well.
After being busy for a while, the number of customers around the stall decreased, but there were more people around who were blowing air at the fried fish and trying hard to put them into their mouths.
Yami was finally less busy. He pounded his aching waist. Although he didn't do particularly heavy work, he still managed to tire himself out.
"One serving of fish and one serving of chips, with extra ketchup."
"Guest, we don't have ketchup, only sweet jam, and the amount of French fries in each serving is fixed!" Bettys said seriously.
"Then I'll have two orders of fries, so I can get two orders of sauce."
"Can."
Bettys skillfully put the French fries into the pot, but found that Gwen beside her did not move. She poked Gwen with her arm, and the white-haired girl finally moved.
"A new friend?"
The man spoke to Gwen in a familiar manner. Bettys looked up and saw a young man with dark hair whom she did not know.
"This is it." Gwen pointed the fish tongs at Bettys, then swung the tongs down and hit the hand that was trying to steal the fries. "This is not it."
Yami covered his hands, grimaced, and took two steps back, then opened his eyes wide in surprise.
Hughes waved his finger at him, and Yami quickly covered his mouth, looked around, and sat back carefully.
Hughes found it a little funny. He looked at the French fries in the pot with nostalgic eyes and continued chatting with Gwen.
"I heard Josh talk about you. Which town in the North are you from? Do you still remember?"
Gwen shook her head. "I don't remember. After my parents left, I stayed there alone for a long time. When I finally left, there was no one in the whole village."
Bettys glanced at her friend with some worry, and was relieved when she saw that there was not much sadness on her face. Then she looked at the young man who came to buy things with some annoyance.
"Okay. I have a small question." Hughes watched the two packing the fries. "Are there many people named Gwen in the North?"
Gwen suddenly raised her head, her white eyes met Zeus's, and time seemed to freeze for a moment.
"Not much. I've never heard of anyone else named Gwen."
"I see." Hughes skillfully took out the jam from two bags of French fries, poured it on one bag of French fries, and then handed the other bag of French fries without jam to Bettys.
"Here's a bag of fries for you to eat~"
"Huh?" Bettys was stunned.
(End of this chapter)
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