Chapter 212
Su Miao said with a look of difficulty in commenting, "But Uncle Jianbao's Jianbao's Jianbao always has the fillings exposed every day. Even I find it strange, and I'm sure others would think so too. How can someone with such conservative skills open a stall?"
"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, we were forced to do something. It's a big deal if we didn't get burned."
Su Miao looked at the old policeman's small casserole, which was almost empty, and said, "It's not easy to discuss this in public. Uncle, are you full? Why don't we go to the backyard and talk?"
Once inside, the police officer's occupational illness kicked in again, peppering him with questions: "Do you rent or buy this house? What do the neighbors do? Do you have any other empty yards to rent?"
"Uncle Wei, come sit here. I rent this yard. The owner of the house, a reporter from Beijing, lives in the back yard. The neighbors on both sides are retired and working people. No strangers have moved in recently."
"Oh! Sorry, I'm used to asking this question. Just now you said that the fried bun uncle's stall was not appropriate. Your family runs a business. Do you have any good ideas?"
"Uh-huh, Uncle Web, are you guys going to monitor someone in the residential area?"
The old police officer hesitated and said, "Yes, but don't worry, everything is under control. We will do our best to minimize the impact on residents."
"Shouldn't the fried bun uncle always be keeping an eye on the movements in the alley? I don't think fried buns, a snack that requires a lot of preparation and careful attention to the heat, are suitable. If a customer stands in front of the stall for so long and even chats with him, doesn't that increase the possibility of being exposed?"
The old policeman touched his chin and said, "That seems to be the case."
"I think it can be used to steam buns and steamed bread. If customers want to buy them, we can just pack them in."
"But...we don't know how to steam buns..."
"You can go to the Nantang wholesale market in the morning, pick it up and put it in the steamer. Don't set a too favorable price, otherwise everyone will buy it all up, and it will be a shame to sit there with a few empty steamers!"
The old policeman's eyes lit up and he said, "That's a good idea. We won't say we made it ourselves. We can just make it clear that it's Nantang's and sell it at a slightly higher price. If you have time and want to buy something cheap, you can go to Nantang yourself. If you're too lazy to go out, you can just buy it here. It's just right for you to spend the whole morning there."
"Smart! That's it!"
Apart from anything else, our public security comrades are very capable in taking action. The next day, Su Miao and Ye Jiayin ate Nan Tang’s buns.
The old police officer told her yesterday that in order to avoid unnecessary danger and trouble for her family, she should not tell anyone about this matter and should not talk too much to Uncle Fried Buns. Just pretend that they have never met and have no relationship. Oh! Now she should call him Uncle Fried Buns.
Su Miao and Ye Jiayin each held a large brown sugar steamed bun and ate it with great pleasure.
"Miao Miao, this brown sugar bun is really delicious, fragrant and sweet, warm and soft."
"Yeah! A lot of people like it! I used to eat at that bun shop in the alley, but it always felt a little off. If I wanted to eat Nantang, I had to ride my bike there. Now I can finally buy it right at my doorstep."
"I used to think that Uncle Fried Buns didn't seem like he'd been doing it for seven or eight years, but now it seems he was just bragging. Fortunately, he's found the right path now."
"Oh no! Who cares? As long as we have something to eat!"
Uncle Baozi's stall remains neither too busy nor too quiet, which makes him very satisfied. He doesn't have to rush around preparing food and can squat in the residential area for a whole morning without being conspicuous.
It was not until the weekend three days later that Su Miao, who was jogging in the morning, discovered that the place where Uncle Baozi had set up his stall had been occupied by an Am selling rice noodles. She looked around but did not see Uncle Baozi.
When I came back from exercise, I saw Uncle Baozi squatting pitifully at the entrance of a small alley.
"Uncle, have you changed places?"
The bun uncle scratched his head and said, "I came late today and my seat is taken. Have you had breakfast? Do you want some buns?"
Su Miao shook her head: "I'm not eating anymore. Then this position is suitable for you... can you work?"
"It's okay, I can do anything. As long as I can stay here, that's fine."
Okay, I've already said a few words to Uncle Baozi, and I can't say anymore. Uncle Wei told me to chat less, so Su Miao turned around and went home.
During the busiest time at noon, Su Miao came to the store to help with the cashier.
Because they like to drink soup when eating, otherwise they will feel that the food is a bit dry, so now the store cooks a big pot of tomato and egg soup every day and puts it in a thermos bucket, and customers can take it themselves when they eat.
Although this is indeed a bit thin compared to regular stewed soup, it is already a great sincerity of the store to the customers. Most stores do not have this supporting service.
There were many people coming and going in the store. One customer packed his soup and when he turned around, he accidentally bumped into another customer who was walking out in a hurry after packing his braised rice. The soup spilled onto the right sleeve of the customer who was packing his rice.
"Oh! Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay?" The customer who got the soup apologized quickly.
"It's okay, it's okay!"
Su Miao took a clean towel from under the cash register and wanted to ask the customer to wipe it.
The soup was a little hot at that time, and the guest who was splashed was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt. He shook his hands, pulled up his sleeves and took a look, and his skin was a little red.
Su Miao was stunned for a moment, then said, "Hello, are you burned? Do you need a cold water rinse?"
The customer quickly pulled down his sleeves and said, "It's okay, I'll go back and wash it."
After saying that, he picked up the takeaway and left. Su Miao stood at the door of the store, quietly watching the direction he went and noted which alley he turned into.
The man walked into a courtyard deep in the alley. It was a large courtyard where several young people who came to Nanning to work lived.
They rent a room with one or several people, and the toilet, kitchen and faucet are all shared, so the rent is much cheaper when shared equally.
Many people think that living in such an environment is a bit messy, but this is exactly what some people want.
"Ah Wei, why are your clothes wet?"
Ah Wei was the man who was splashed with soup just now. He handed the meal to his friend and said while changing his clothes: "I was accidentally splashed with soup when I was packing the meal."
Aaron took the meal and devoured it. "The food here is really delicious. I heard their porridge is also good. It's a pity that we can't dine in. Go buy a thermos bucket tomorrow and take it home to eat."
"Now what time is it? You're still thinking about eating. No matter how delicious the food is, you can't eat there every day. You have to change places every day, otherwise it will leave a bad impression on others. After the goods are delivered, we will leave here immediately. Once we get the money, we can eat dragon meat."
Ah Long scratched his ears and said impatiently, "Eating dragon meat is easy. I can just take a bite of myself. Anyway, I must have some raw porridge before I leave."
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