"Brother Dashan, we need to improve this. Look, after grilling the meat, add the bone soup you made to the pot, and serve everyone a bowl of sesame paste, chives, and so on. Then the small pot can be used to directly boil noodles, vegetables, etc. Oh, no, vegetables are not suitable either. It's winter now, and there are not many vegetables!"
Bi Yue held the soup bowl in one hand and tapped the table with five fingers of the other hand. She tilted her head back and stared at the dim light bulb, squinting her eyes as she pondered and discussed with Zhao Dashan:
"Just noodles. You don't have to stretch them, just cut them directly! When you write tomorrow, I'll have my dad get some black fungus and stuff and mail it to you. Anyway, without the cost of sesame paste and stuff, it's quite troublesome and not profitable, but we're not doing this for the money! We just want them to have noodles and soup to keep them warm for a while!"
Bi Yue turned her head and looked directly at Zhao Dashan, who was smiling at her, and continued:
"I'll hurry up and look for a new address this weekend. I can't move in too quickly, what do you think? We need to give the address to repeat customers first, spread the word, and not be like a blind bear picking corn, losing a bunch of customers as soon as we move to another place..."
Whatever Bi Yue said, Zhao Dashan just nodded in agreement, his mind was not on that at all.
He thought, he would do whatever Yueyue asked him to do, this girl was good at making a living.
Yueyue is only eighteen years old... After a few interactions, he found that she still hasn't figured it out. He needs to take things step by step, let her get used to him treating her well, and make her want to be inseparable from him. Without him, she would feel like she's missing something...
Well, that’s it!
Besides, it's already this late, why bother talking about that? Let's talk about something else. Finally, Bi Cheng and Xiao Xiao are not around anymore, so we need to move on...
Thinking of this, Zhao Dashan got off the kang, strode to the small wooden table under the window sill and rummaged through the drawers. He stood by the small table and rummaged through the drawers as if he was rummaging through treasures.
A bottle of blue-black fountain pen ink and a small red hairpin with white stripes were placed in front of Bi Yue.
Zhao Dashan looked at Bi Yue and smiled again, his small eyes full of satisfaction. He pushed Bi Yue in front of him and then sat down across from the kang table again.
"Hmm?" Bi Yue looked at him puzzledly.
"I saw you swishing your pen around a couple of days ago. I took some time out to buy you one. You can't be without all that study stuff! And your hair's getting long, it's blocking your eyes. Stop getting myopia, it's a waste!"
In vain?
Bi Yue smiled. Whenever Brother Dashan talked to her about family matters, she couldn't help laughing.
I put down the bowl of soup and planned to rest my legs. After talking with Zhao Dashan, I would go back and rest. But...
Brother Dashan, who was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, was still confidently saying that Bi Chengcai was only eighteen years old and couldn't stay in the store all the time while he was working, but what about himself?
Mingming is also a 23-year-old young man. Since setting up this stall, he has been busy like a top.
He is really capable!
Bi Yue's eyes fell on Zhao Dashan's left arm, which was covered in grease stains and was so worn...
Think about it, back home, Dashan was a small-town cadre, a top student in the local area, wearing a white shirt and trousers. Now...
"Brother Dashan, have I ever told you?"
"What?" Zhao Dashan's small, focused eyes sparkled.
"Thank you for your hard work. Our partnership money needs to be repaid..."
Zhao Dashan jumped off the kang and landed on the ground, his face sullen. The warm smile he had just had turned into a serious one:
"Yueyue! What are you talking about? What's this all about money? If you keep going like this, I won't talk to you anymore. I'll send you back. You're just talking nonsense, you! Yueyue, I really want to talk to you for a while, why am I here?"
Bi Yue was a little embarrassed. That wasn't what she meant. It was distribution according to work, and that was what Brother Dashan deserved. But on second thought, that was true!
Apart from daily expenses, all the money was managed by her. Was he the kind of person who calculated money with her? It was that kind of affection! Thinking of the word affection...
Before she knew it, Bi Yue was happy that Zhao Dashan was willing to chat with her, and she also developed a strong sense of trust in Zhao Dashan.
Two small hands, one holding the pen ink, the other holding the small hairpin, smiling and showing a mouthful of small white teeth: "Thank you, hehe."
Zhao Dashan blushed and quickly turned sideways, giving Bi Yue half of his back: "Yueyue teases me all the time, but what she says is useless!"
There was a kind of reserve that was different from before, and an indescribable intimacy flowing between the two of them.
Bi Yue always appreciates down-to-earth people, and now she trusts Zhao Dashan's thoughtfulness even more.
On the way back to the "three bedrooms and one living room", Bi Yue was wearing Zhao Dashan's cotton jacket. The two of them talked as they walked, and his breath surrounded her mouth.
She didn't tell Bi Cheng about the quarrels between her and Liang Xiaoxiao, but she told Zhao Dashan everything.
But what she didn't know was that when she said, "In the future, I will find an honest man and live a good life. What's the use of feelings?" and when she got excited and even said, "There are not so many people with feelings. Giving will hurt you," Zhao Dashan's expression froze for a moment in the night.
Zhao Dashan never expected that he would become Bi Yue's "imaginary object", and he never expected that such a conclusion would cause a quarrel between the inseparable sisters.
I feel very overwhelmed and have mixed feelings.
He licked his dry lips, not knowing what role he should play at this moment so that he could always listen to Bi Yue's inner thoughts like today.
Where Bi Yue couldn't see, Zhao Dashan rubbed his slightly cold hands and tried his best to persuade himself to ignore the loss of falling to the bottom.
He clumsily and poorly advised, for the first time using a profound attitude rather than a flattering one:
"Maybe you're still young and don't understand. You're only eighteen. Saying those things now... isn't appropriate. By then, you'll understand and won't think that way anymore. Xiaoxiao may be more mature than you. She's doing this for your own good. Don't do that. It'll hurt feelings."
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