After the police left, Sun Xingyan came to the shop and asked Xia Baozhu, "Did you see anyone yesterday?"
"I saw him, but I couldn't see his face clearly."
"How tall? How heavy? Do you know?"
"He's about 1.8 meters tall and weighs about 150 kilograms. He runs very fast and can climb a wall in two steps without any support."
Why didn't you tell the police this information?
“That guy looked really tough. I told the police, what should I do if he comes looking for trouble? My shop is right here. Also, he borrowed ninety-six yuan from me and said he would pay me back later.”
"Hehe, I'll pay you back later, do you believe me? Besides, you don't look scared at all."
Sun Xingyan looked at Xia Baozhu, who was wrapped up like a bear, but he didn't sense any lingering fear from her.
"That's true. You're always wrapped up like a big bear, so it's hard for him to hurt you even if he wanted to."
If Sun Xingyan weren't the landlord, Xia Baozhu would have cleaned his mouth.
It's cold, both inside and outside. Wouldn't it be stupid not to bundle up?
Thinking of the scene yesterday where the man fought back, she asked curiously, "Do you know who was chasing him yesterday? I saw several of them lying on the street. Are they still alive?"
"No matter who they are, just remember this: stay far away from anyone with tattoos on their neck or hands in the future."
"If I open a shop here, will these people come to collect protection money?"
"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements."
Sun Xingyan sounded dejected. He knew the man, but he was just unlucky; shops all over the street were trying to gravitate towards his store.
The store's losses were relatively small, but he had to pay for those people's hospital stays first, and he did so reluctantly.
He has to find a way to get that loss back.
So he doesn't like opening such small shops. Although they can make money, they are troublesome when something happens, and the profits are not that much.
He dreamed of becoming incredibly wealthy, earning millions at once.
Smuggling is lucrative, but the risks are too high. The main problem is that you don't have strong enough connections or a clear understanding of the situation, and you can easily fall into a trap.
"Thank you so much, Xiao Sun. I'll make some boneless chicken feet this afternoon; come pick them up when you're free." Although this person had a foul mouth, he was also a kind-hearted person, and Xia Baozhu returned the favor.
"Okay, make more, it'll cost twenty yuan."
Sun Xingyan was in a bad mood, and his mouth and stomach couldn't take any more suffering, so he wasn't going to take advantage of that.
"By the way, I had some milk tea at Professor Deng's house yesterday, and it was pretty good. Go ask Professor Deng how she makes it, and you could try selling it. Just fried chicken and chicken feet aren't enough."
"Milk tea?" Xia Baozhu thought of the famous bubble tea. Sun Xingyan's keen sense of future best-selling drinks surprised her. "That's a great idea. I'll give you ten cups for free when I've made them."
Sun Xingyan left satisfied; he felt a great sense of accomplishment that he could have food and drink with just a word.
But he soon returned, with a camera hanging around his neck, followed by Guo Zhenzhen carrying large and small bags, and San Gou, who was holding a whiteboard.
"Sister Xia, we've come here to take pictures." As she spoke, Guo Zhenzhen took out a handful of White Rabbit milk candies and placed them on the counter.
"You can use them." Xia Baozhu said, putting the candy away in the drawer under the counter.
Her counter is divided into two parts: one part is a completely exposed glass counter, and the other part is a solid wood table hidden by a partition.
She placed a piece of glass on the table, beneath which was a piece of coarse cloth with a light blue background and delicate floral print.
She even cut two pieces of this coarse cloth to use as door curtains, which she hung on the door between the front hall and the back kitchen.
Xia Baozhu glanced at the three people who were busy taking pictures, then went to the backyard.
The toilet in the backyard will be finished once a door is installed. In the southwest corner of the backyard, she threw away all the useless garbage there, leaving only some wood piled up on the east side.
It's such a waste to use such a backyard, where most of the sunlight is blocked, as it can only be used to store miscellaneous items.
Next year, she plans to pave the entire ground here with cement and then build two more rooms, one for resting and the other for storage.
Now Xia Baozhu cleans the backyard whenever she has time, and it looks much better than before when it was a mess.
She built a simple shed in the yard. She originally planned to build a clay stove, but then gave up because gathering firewood would be troublesome, and building it without using it would be a waste.
There's a pile of honeycomb briquettes and coal under the makeshift shed, covered with plastic sheeting to keep it dry.
There's one gas stove in the kitchen, and two honeycomb briquette stoves have been added; that's enough for now.
Because of the cold weather, she made a coal stove and cut an opening in the wall so that a long chimney could lead outside.
There was a row of eight thermos bottles next to the wall, just for the convenience of using hot water.
The fire in the furnace was burning brightly. Xia Baozhu opened the small iron box that had been specially welded onto the top of the chimney next to the furnace.
Inside were two hot, roasted sweet potatoes. She flipped them over and prepared to start making boneless chicken feet.
Clean the chicken feet thoroughly, make a cut at the knuckles with a knife, and squeeze out the sticky stuff inside.
There was no need to do this step at the time, but Xia Baozhu felt uncomfortable doing it, and besides, she still needed to eat.
Boil water in a pot, add salt and a little white vinegar, then pour in the cleaned chicken feet.
A huge pot of chicken feet! Thinking about deboning the chicken later, Xia Baozhu's idea of hiring someone came up again.
Put scallions, ginger, and Sichuan peppercorns in the pot to remove the fishy smell, cover the pot and simmer over low heat for ten minutes. During this time, Xia Baozhu went to prepare the sauce.
Shredded ginger, minced garlic, small red chilies, pickled peppers, chopped chilies, light soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, salt, chicken bouillon, sugar, chili oil, Sichuan peppercorn oil, lemon juice, and cooled boiled water.
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