"What's this, being someone's father again?" Fang Zhiyi picked up a photo on the table. It was a photo of himself and a girl. The girl was smiling happily.
Xiao Hei replied: "Yes, but this time it has nothing to do with the 㹏角."
"oh?"
Fang Zhiyi lives with his daughter Fang Xiaoyu, who has just graduated from college. However, the little girl has a lot of ideas. She knows that it is difficult for her father to support her alone, so she chooses to start a business by setting up a stall.
Fang Xiaoyu is lucky because he insists on hygiene and preferential prices. His business is good every day. Although he can't be said to be rich, it is still better than working.
Fang Zhiyi would also go to help his daughter after get off work, and he also respected his daughter's choice, but all this began to change rapidly with a filming.
Fang Zhiyi had a temporary shift that day, so she just sent a message to Fang Xiaoyu to let her know. Fang Xiaoyu then stayed at the stall by herself. Soon, a man with a flat head and speaking Mandarin appeared in front of her.
"What's the most delicious food here?"
Fang Xiaoyu introduced: "This beef noodles is delicious. We bought noodles made on the same day, and the beef was also stewed on the same day..."
"Oh, then, is there a most expensive one?"
Fang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment. She raised her head and glanced at the man. She found that there were two people following him, one holding a camera and the other holding the light. The man had a microphone on his collar.
Fang Xiaoyu understood that this was a blogger who encountered a store explorer. She lowered her head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"The most expensive one is the beef noodles at 14 yuan... with lots of beef."
"Okay, give me a bowl."
Fang Xiaoyu cooked for him and watched him bring the food to the table and start eating. At this time, another guest came. Fang Xiaoyu hurried to do her own thing, but just listened to the flat-headed man muttering something to the camera.
"Boss, how much?" Finally they seemed to have finished filming.
Fang Xiaoyu had also finished her work and replied, "Fourteen."
The man with the flat head walked forward with a smile on his face: "Boss, how about I trade something with you?"
Fang Xiaoyu was stunned. Something? What?
The man took out a bracelet that looked a bit cheap. "I made this by hand. Do you think it can be exchanged for a meal?"
Fang Xiaoyu didn't know how to respond for a moment. This kind of bracelet was not worth fourteen dollars. The man may have seen her hesitation, and reached out to fiddle with the bracelet for a few times. A small pendant on it opened, and inside was a photo of Fang Xiaoyu.
"When..." Fang Xiaoyu didn't understand, but at this moment her eyes were attracted by the bowl of beef noodles on the table. The noodles were not finished because they were soaked for too long, and the beef was just spit out on the table after a few bites.
"Hmm? Boss? Can I exchange it? I'm a trader."
Fang Xiaoyu looked at the bowl of noodles and thought of her father getting up early in the morning to stew beef, and she felt a surge of anger in her heart.
"No need to change! Give me money!" For the first time, she looked directly at the camera and stretched out her hand.
The man didn't seem to expect the vendor to be so ungrateful, so he asked again, "This bracelet with your photo on it isn't cheap either. It's handmade and took me two and a half hours to weave."
Fang Xiaoyu just stretched out her hand to ask for money, but at her insistence, the man paid, but he seemed very happy when he paid.
Fang Xiaoyu didn't think too much about it.
As soon as she set up her stall on the first day, passers-by pointed and talked at her, and there were even strange phone calls that insulted her.
Finally she discovered that she had been posted online by that man.
“I just wanted to share the warmth of handmade crafts, but I didn’t expect to be treated like this…”
This type of title can really attract people who like to watch the show. The content is that the blogger wanted to exchange for a bowl of beef noodles for 14 yuan, but was ruthlessly rejected by the stall owner. It also included the blogger Liu Wei's inner monologue, but his monologue was leading and accompanied by some urgent music.
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