Xiao Xi and her fifth brother, Ye Xingxian, sold shumai at the intersection of Guangda Street until Sunday.
They didn't catch any fish this week, but the brother and sister weren't discouraged because Xiaoxi was getting better and better at making shumai filling, and it had already surpassed the taste of Quanji.
Monday of the second week that Xiaoxi and her friends set up their stall.
As usual, after getting off the subway, the white-collar workers used their noses to look for that familiar smell of shumai, but oh, why isn't it there?
They hurried to the intersection of Guangda Street, only to find that the barbecue and fried rice stalls were still open as usual.
The uncles and aunties who run barbecue and fried rice stalls are getting annoyed by people wanting to buy shumai; there's a constant stream of inquiries.
"Do you know why the brother and sister who sell shumai didn't come?"
"How would I know? How about we get some barbecue today?"
"I'm not sure about that. How about some fried rice?"
As a result, those who asked didn't even notice the barbecue and fried rice. They often left looking lost or waited a while before leaving.
After three or four days of this happening, these people gradually accepted reality: the delicious "Juxiang Shaomai" from their hometown would never come again.
Xiaoxi and Ye Xingxian have moved to a different location to continue their week-long stall plan.
November arrived in the blink of an eye.
Xiaoxi and her fifth brother set up a night stall at the entrance of Xiangfu Old Street, which lasted until Thursday night.
The weather was already getting cold, and then it started to drizzle. Even the best-tasting shumai couldn't save the business.
Xiaoxi and Ye Xingxian didn't care and decided to close up shop at 9:30.
Unsold shumai can be given to Old Wang, the security guard in Ouchang Community, and his colleagues. Even if Xiaoxi has a storage space to keep them fresh, she won't let the shumai stay overnight.
The drizzle at this time of day always makes people feel a little uncomfortable.
Ye Xingxian drove his tricycle to the big tree on the side of the street. This way, he could take shelter from the rain and be closer to the shops on the street, where it would be a bit brighter and he would feel much more comfortable.
Xiao Xi took out her tablet and started playing with it, while Ye Xingxian was also engrossed in his phone. The siblings seemed absent-minded, but in fact, they focused their attention to the highest level every night when they came out.
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over from a distance, carrying an inconspicuous old-fashioned black shoulder bag, and went directly into a shop next to the tricycle that was called "Filial Piety Moves Heaven" for incense, candles, and paper money.
The middle-aged man and the boss seemed to be quite familiar with each other. After exchanging pleasantries for a while, they got straight to business.
Boss: "Mr. Dai, would you like to bring a thousand-dollar note from the Mingtong Bank again today?"
"Yes, Mr. Shen, the usual."
The middle-aged man took out two large black garbage bags.
"The tickets I got last time had a double print, they weren't very good!"
"Oh? I didn't notice? Mr. Dai, why doesn't it work? Why are you so particular about paper money? Doesn't it all turn to ashes in the end?"
The man surnamed Dai sounded a little annoyed, "Anyway, I'll come back tomorrow to exchange the defective prints."
"Okay, okay, come and exchange it anytime."
The shopkeeper had already packed bundles of paper money into garbage bags for the middle-aged man. A thousand yuan could buy a lot of paper money. The black garbage bag the middle-aged man was carrying seemed particularly sturdy.
Xiaoxi and Fifth Brother heard the conversation in the paper money shop clearly.
Just as the middle-aged man came out, Ye Xingxian had already opened the steamer and picked up a few shumai, seemingly intending to eat them herself.
"Huh? There are shumai?"
The middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, snatched the shumai from Ye Xingxian's hand before she could even put it in her mouth, and eagerly started eating it with his own hands.
"Wow, this is the taste! It's even better than that one!"
"What do you mean by this taste and that taste? Uncle, those five are worth fifty yuan in total. Hurry up, we're packing up."
Ye Xingxian was very impatient.
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