Chapter 137: Being a Waiter

I feel lonely on weekdays, so I don’t like traveling alone.

Plus, I wanted to see how much Wang Xiulian’s dried mushrooms could sell for.

She sat on the stone steps and sold things with Wang Xiulian.

Dried mushrooms don't look like eggs.

Many people rushed to buy it.

It will take a while to sell out.

Until the beginning of the evening, there was still half a basket of dried mushrooms left on the stall.

If I don’t pack up the stall now, it will be dark on the way back.

"Let's go, come back next time and buy some brown rice."

Wang Xiulian collected the dried mushrooms and carried the bamboo basket on her back.

The two of them went to the grocery store together and each bought two buckets of brown rice and put them in a backpack.

"Sister Xiulian, please accompany me to the Food Street. My son Zhuzi wants to eat the meat buns from Chen's Bun Shop. Alas, his father died early and our family is very poor, which delayed my son's marriage. He is already 19 years old and has no money to marry. I feel sorry for him. If he can't find a wife, he must buy a bun, don't you think?"

Just getting ready to leave town.

Widow Liu sighed.

With a sad look on his face, he spoke quietly.

Don't be fooled by her pitiful words, she was actually afraid that Wang Xiulian would covet her buns.

"It's just a matter of words. Come on, I'll go buy it with you."

Wang Xiulian didn't think much about it.

He took Widow Liu and walked towards the Food Street.

The two streets are not far apart.

I bought the meat buns in just a quarter of an hour.

A meat bun costs five cents.

Widow Liu was heartbroken.

Just as she turned around and was about to leave, she unexpectedly saw a familiar figure standing at the door of a shop ten meters away.

"Sister Xiulian, you have good eyesight. Can you see if that man is the second son of the Zhang family?"

Widow Liu pointed forward and said to Wang Xiulian.

"Oh, it seems to be true. What is he shouting outside the shop? Let's go and take a look."

The two of them walked towards Jiang's snack shop curiously.

"Take a look, take a look, the shop has new products. The sweet soup is sold in limited quantities every day, first come first served. Come on, sir, please come in."

As the two people got closer.

The more they heard Jiang Eryong's calls, the clearer they could hear them.

Until we stood outside Jiang’s snack shop.

They were sure that this was Jiang Eryong.

Widow Liu randomly stopped a man who was about to enter the shop to eat and asked, "Excuse me, what are you selling here? Who is the man who asked to sell just now?"

The man saw that Widow Liu had charming eyes and a gentle voice.

The anger he had felt at the stranger's presence immediately subsided. He cleared his throat and replied, "Oh, him, he's the waiter in the shop. We sell food here, including grilled sausage and meat pie, potatoes and green bean soup, and sweet soup.

If you want to eat it, you have to come earlier next time, otherwise you won’t be able to buy it. But their mung bean soup is also very delicious, it’s just one cent more expensive than other places, but it’s much sweeter than other places.”

"What? Waiter? He is actually the waiter of this shop?"

They were both stunned.

Jiang Eryong actually became a waiter.

Look again.

They found Jiang Yahe also busy in the shop.

So these two brothers work together in the shop?

No wonder the Jiang family goes to the town every day.

Wang Xiulian felt sour in her heart.

Her two sons couldn't even find odd jobs.

How can Zhang Jinlan's son work as a waiter in a shop?

Don't underestimate the waiter, he is also a lowly person.

But it is much better than odd jobs.

The monthly salary is at least half an ounce, which is not only stable, but basically all shops provide two meals a day.

The wind can't blow it, and the sun can't shine on it.

If you meet a generous customer, you might even get a reward.

Plus, this shop sells food.

If there are things that cannot be sold, you may ask the waiter to take them back.

The two left with a sour look on their faces.

"No wonder Zhang's granddaughter is so plump and white. It's probably because Jiang Dahe and his brothers often bring food back. Did you hear just now that this shop not only sells green bean soup, but also meat cakes. Those are meat cakes. Tsk tsk, I don't know how they are so lucky."

Wang Xiulian smacked her lips.

Think meatloaf.

She was panicking.

At home from the Chinese New Year to now.

I have never eaten meat.

I thought the Zhang family was very poor, but it turns out that my family is the poor one.

They eat meat pie and mung bean soup all day long.

I can't tell how happy I am behind the scenes.

"No wonder, Sister Xiulian, don't you remember that Zhang Jinlan bought a lot of mung beans in the village a few days ago? She must have bought them for the owner of this shop. Otherwise, why would she buy so much? I guess it was because he wanted to please the owner, so the owner of the snack shop let Jiang Dahe and his brothers work as waiters in the shop. He is really insidious."

Widow Liu thought she had discovered something extraordinary.

Her eyes widened.

"You are right. Zhang likes to make trouble on weekdays. She is capable of doing such a thing. I was wondering why my son couldn't find a job even for odd jobs. Her two sons, who can't read or write and are big and strong, ended up working as waiters in a shop. If my sons went there, I'm afraid we wouldn't have meat cakes to eat either."

Wang Xiulian said with regret.

But she secretly thought that after a few days, she would let her two sons come to the shop in the town to find work.

Maybe some shopkeeper will take a fancy to it.

"Yes, honest people like us are no match for their calculating family. Sister Xiulian, let's go, hurry back, or it will be dark soon."

Widow Liu looked up at the sky.

He took Wang Xiulian and left.

Both of them are illiterate.

Naturally, I couldn't recognize the five words "Jiang's Snack Shop" on the plaque.

now.

The backyard of Jiang’s Snack Shop.

Jiang Fubao was sitting under a peach tree, holding a crescent-shaped melon and eating it bite by bite.

My uncle bought it outside the shop at noon.

Five melons for only three cents.

“Is it delicious?”

Seeing her granddaughter eating seriously, Zhang Jinlan asked with a smile.

"It's delicious and very sweet. Grandma, have you sold out the mung bean soup?"

Jiang Fubao raised his head and said sweetly.

The sugar candies were sold out as early as noon.

Many people buy it as a meal.

The weather is too hot.

I couldn't eat hot food at all.

The icy cold sugar water dumplings became a hot commodity.

The shop also sells meat cakes.

A bite of meat pie, a bite of sugar water dumpling, and my stomach is full.

Many shop owners in Baishi Street come here to have lunch.

"It's almost time. There are only about ten cups left. What's wrong? Fubao wants to go home?"

Zhang Jinlan thought her granddaughter was bored in the shop.

"You naughty grandma, you promised me last night, but you forgot."

Jiang Fubao pouted.

Because of being angry, his already bulging belly was shaking.

Last night she asked her grandmother to ask for a favor.

There is no one else in the family except her.

Everyone was wearing patched clothes.

The weather was hot, and the linen undergarments and outer garments were extremely heavy.

Even if I sit still, I will sweat all over.

Not to mention, they have jobs to do.

Jiang Fubao felt heartbroken when he saw this.

She begged her grandmother to buy two sets of thin clothes for each person in the family.

That kind of fabric is more expensive.

But the shop can make back the profit in two or three days at most.