Streets of Harbin.
"Roasted sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes! Special roasted sweet potatoes exclusively for small potatoes in the south, five yuan five yuan a round five yuan, and you get two spoonfuls even if you break them open."
Changhai shouted enthusiastically, hoping to attract the southern potatoes to buy his roasted sweet potatoes.
Even in Harbin, where prices are extremely low, roasted sweet potatoes are generally priced at ten yuan or more.
However, Changhai did not follow the normal market price; instead, it offered a discount and promotion.
Changhai is still the same Changhai, but his thinking has undergone a complete transformation.
In the past, Changhai would get anxious and angry over things like slicing radishes and adding sugar to tofu pudding, and he would almost want to have a fight with his old partner of many years.
But now, Changhai has been completely transformed.
It's just tofu pudding with sugar, right?
Little Potato has come all this way, so we definitely have to pamper him.
So Changhai also returned to his old profession, which he hadn't done for many years, and started selling roasted sweet potatoes on the street.
Although it's called selling, it doesn't actually make any money; in fact, it even incurs some losses.
But Changhai didn't care at all; he just wanted to provide good service to the Southern Little Potatoes.
Because Changhai has a very good service attitude, which is completely in line with the living habits of a southerner.
So, his stall became an internet sensation in just two days, and the roasted sweet potatoes were in high demand.
Changhai handed the broken roasted sweet potato to the little potato customer with a big smile on his face and a soft voice.
"Come on! Princess, please have some sweet potato."
"Thank you, Uncle!"
"Oh! There's no need to thank me. I just hope you enjoy your meal and have fun." Changhai scratched his head shyly and said with a smile, "I've lived in Harbin my whole life, and I know exactly what's good to eat and what's fun to do. If you're unsure about anything, you can ask me."
"Uncle, the people of Harbin are so hospitable! We're having so much fun here! Besides the ice tanks on the Songhua River, what other hidden attractions does Harbin have?"
Changhai was also stumped by Little Potato's question.
The changes in Harbin over the past few days have been tremendous, and Changhai is trying its best to keep up.
He was no longer surprised when he saw carpet on the outdoor stairs.
After all, the city of Bingcheng had finally obtained this immense wealth, and it was bound to accept it.
But what the heck is this ice tank?
Could it be the kind of tank he's imagining?
Really? Really?
The more Changhai thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.
He coughed lightly and said, feigning composure, "Oh, ice tanks... Where did you see them?"
"It's on the Songhua River! It's so much fun there! The ice is covered with carpets, and there are even flying horses riding on the ice..."
The little potato from the south talked on and on, showing off the photos he had taken.
When Changhai saw those photos, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally froze.
He knew that Bingcheng wanted to serve the Southern potatoes well, but he never expected that Bingcheng would go to such lengths to fawn over them.
He'd lived in Harbin his whole life and never seen a tank.
Now look what's happened, with Little Potato arriving...
Not only were tanks brought out for display on the ice, but they were also allowed to sit on them and experience them.
Changhai, a local, had a bitter pill to swallow but could not express it, so he could only stubbornly defend himself.
"Ah...right! It's just an ice tank. I was pretty outgoing when I was younger. I could drive one, let alone just sit in it."
Little Potato's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in shock, "Really?!"
Changhai smiled slightly, then said with a heavy heart, "Shh! The policy doesn't allow it now, so don't go around telling anyone. As for that hidden project, you can figure it out yourself. It wouldn't be interesting if I told you directly."
The more joyful Changhai's smile was, the more bitter he felt inside.
He didn't intentionally keep it from Southern Potato; he clearly didn't know either.
Harbin is changing every day; even the locals don't know what's fun about it anymore.
After finally getting rid of that little potato, Changhai welcomed a new customer.
"Grandpa, I'd like a roasted sweet potato," Xiangzi said with a smile.
Ever since that live broadcast on the Songhua River, Xiangzi seems to have unlocked his full potential.
He spends his days wandering the streets and alleys of Harbin, taking his viewers from the south on a virtual tour of the city.
The roasted sweet potatoes from Changhai have become a viral sensation online, and Xiangzi is also planning to come and try them.
For the sake of the show's effect, Xiangzi also plans to pretend to be a little potato from the south.
He had made thorough preparations before coming here.
Don't be fooled by the fact that he only said ten words just now; he practiced all night last night.
Xiangzi was fully confident in his disguise operation.
Changhai glanced up at Xiangzi, but his brows furrowed slightly.
A tall man, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a light-colored down jacket, holding a cell phone in his hand.
At first glance, it does look like a small potato from the south, but the voice... just doesn't sound right.
Where are you from?
“I…I’m from Sudi. Just give me any one, then break it open and give me two spoonfuls.”
Hearing the young man's words, Changhai finally understood where the problem lay.
Isn't this just a big, flat potato from Northeast China pretending to be a small potato from the South?
They call themselves Su Di people!
The Thirteen Protectors of Suzhou, when they go out, none of them mention that they are from Suzhou. It's already a big favor if they don't specify the street.
Seeing this, Changhai didn't even bother to smile anymore.
He casually picked up a roasted sweet potato, weighed it, put it in a plastic bag, and then threw it in front of Xiangzi.
"Sir, could you break it open for me and then give me a spoon?"
"Nine yuan and fifty cents."
Changhai coldly uttered three words. If it weren't for the money, he wouldn't have bothered with Xiangzi.
When the viewers in Xiangzi's live stream saw this scene, they were also greatly shocked.
Many people have seen Changhai before, and every time he has a bright smile on his face.
She was incredibly friendly, serving the little potatoes with great enthusiasm and wishing them a wonderful time.
But looking at it now, it's completely different from what's online.
Seeing comments in the live stream saying that the sweet potato vendor was getting cocky, Xiangzi felt a little embarrassed.
He came to promote the image of Harbin, but now he's encountered this situation.
If this gets out, the good reputation that the people of Harbin have worked so hard to build will be ruined.
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