"Hey! Why didn't you drive it over? Maybe you still have the car in your dream and didn't take it out?" Bald Chen glanced at Xu An and, seeing the sly smile on Xu An's face, assumed he was joking: "Having a car would be much more convenient."
Xu An didn't argue; after all, seeing is believing! He'd drive over himself to show him his little truck once he got his driver's license.
As they spoke, all the meat on the cart was moved onto the tricycle, and the weight of over 300 pounds made the tricycle a centimeter shorter.
As he was taking out the receipts to prepare, Guang Youchen's gaze swept across the street, his hand paused, his pupils widened slightly, and he looked at the street with some shock.
Xu An was puzzled, but following Guang Youchen's gaze, he saw a young woman carrying a five or six-year-old child and dragging a huge suitcase, walking with difficulty on the road.
The wheels of the suitcase made a loud roar when they hit the ground, as if playing a farewell song for the two of them.
"What's this?" Xu An nudged Bald Chen with his elbow, and Bald Chen finally looked away.
"It seems to be a family member of the owner of Anxin Food Processing Company." Bald Chen's face flushed slightly. He quickly looked away, took out the receipt, filled it out, stuffed it into Xu An's hand, turned around, pushed the cart, and disappeared into the wholesale market in a flash.
Xu An looked at the receipt in his hand, then at the figure of the young woman slowly walking away, and finally looked towards the wholesale market.
I always feel like there's some juicy gossip out there, but I can't get a piece of it. It's so frustrating!
After mentally making a few comments about Bald Chen, Xu An rode his electric tricycle slowly towards Xu's Fast Food Restaurant.
Even before arriving at the store, you can see a van parked in front of your store from afar.
Whose car is this? Why is it parked in front of my shop?
The tricycle drove closer and closer, and soon passed the van and came into view of the storefront. Two people were sitting under the door, leaning against each other and dozing off, sleeping soundly.
Xu An knew both of them: one was Zhang Dezhen, the braised food chef at the shop, and the other was Uncle Lin, who owned the seven greenhouses.
"Wake up, I'm opening the shop!" Xu An gently patted the two men on the shoulder. They jumped up like startled rabbits and immediately called out in unison, "Boss Xu!"
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This scene is a bit eerie; this atmosphere is off. Let's break it up.
"Uncle Lin, are today's vegetables from your greenhouse?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Uncle Lin finally woke up from his drowsy state and returned to normal: "The fruits and vegetables in Xiudie's greenhouse are not ripe enough. They will be better if they grow for two more days. For the next few days, my greenhouse will be supplying them."
After Uncle Lin opened the back door of the van, Xu An stepped forward, randomly picked out a fruit or vegetable from a few baskets, and examined it closely.
The color is okay, the size is okay, the ripeness is okay, everything is perfect.
Xu An put the fruits and vegetables back into the basket with great satisfaction, called Zhang Dezhen over, and asked him to move the basket containing potatoes, lettuce, and other ingredients for braised dishes into the shop. Then he led Uncle Lin to the front of the Delicious Restaurant.
Uncle Lin looked at the storefront with some confusion. Wasn't Xu's Fast Food Restaurant just there? How did it end up here? This storefront doesn't even have a sign.
The next second, Xu An took out another key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and gently turned it. The lock opened, and the roller shutter door was pushed up.
Turning around to call Uncle Lin to unload the goods, I saw that Uncle Lin looked blank and explained, "This is my other shop. The first floor is used for preparing and cooking vegetables, and the second floor is a warehouse."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Lin nodded subconsciously, his mind racing.
They purchase three to four hundred kilograms of vegetables and several hundred kilograms of meat every day, and have two stores, one of which is a fast food restaurant that is not open to the public and closes at two o'clock in the afternoon. Xiudie actually said that this is just an ordinary fast food restaurant.
Does Xiudie have some misunderstanding about the word 'ordinary'?
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