Chapter 485

Early in the morning, Old Zhao sorted out the vegetables pulled from the warehouse in the back and placed them in his small storefront.

In normal times, just placing them outside the door would be fine. Anyway, it wouldn't be long before they were cleared out.

But not now.

In the hot weather, the sun shines directly on his position. Even with a shed to cover, the vegetables placed here won't be fresh in a while, so they can only be placed inside.

By the time he finished tidying up, it was already 7:00—it's hot now, so he collects vegetables earlier.

Just as he was ready, he saw a young woman turning from the alley in the back.

Old Zhao looked closely: "Zhai Xiaofeng, why so early today?"

Zhai Xiaofeng is an old customer who transferred from Song Tan's side, specializing in scallion oil flower rolls, which require a lot of scallions a day.

Although it is said that she is a single mother with a child, and daily spending is inevitably tight, looking at the scallions she buys every day, she can be considered a stable and long-lasting high-quality customer.

"The scallions you want, I left them for you in the room separately. I thought you would wait until 9 o'clock to come and get them."

Old Zhao explained while hurriedly going into the room to get the vegetables.

Zhai Xiaofeng didn't mind: "It's okay, no hurry, take your time."

She sells scallion oil flower rolls, starting at 6:00 every day, and after selling out at 8:00 and tidying up, she can come to the vegetable market.

Therefore, they are all booked in advance with money paid.

Although Old Zhao's place no longer has bookings because things are hard to grab, seeing her difficult life, he finally let go of the rules secretly.

Zhai Xiaofeng remembers it in her heart.

At this moment, she smiled:

"Uncle, I'm not setting up a stall today, no hurry."

Holding back and holding back, she finally couldn't help but say: "It's my son's birthday today. We are going to play in the mall at 9 o'clock, so I'm rushing to buy everything now."

Compared to half a year ago, Zhai Xiaofeng's mental state is much better now.

She used to sell some buns and the like. Because she was busy alone, although she could earn a little, she was tired and her income was average.

But since switching to these scallion oil flower rolls, not only has the workload been much less, but the daily income has directly increased several times.

Now that half a year has passed, she has even quietly looked at several houses—they don't need to be big, 50 square meters is enough for the mother and son, and they don't need a particularly good school district. Old, broken, and small ones are also fine.

Old houses like this in Yuncheng, in remote locations, old and dilapidated, can be bought for 200,000 or 300,000 yuan.

Zhai Xiaofeng calculates her savings every day, and her life is extremely promising. Even her smile at this moment is exceptionally happy.

Old Zhao was stunned, then laughed: "Children grow up really fast—by the way," he asked while packing the small scallions for Zhai Xiaofeng: "You came early today, I still have eggs left, do you want them?"

Eggs...

Zhai Xiaofeng hesitated.

10 yuan each, it's really not a level they can consume daily. But the child is usually so sensible and has been working hard enough. When classmates have birthdays, they all go to amusement parks. If they want to save money, they can only go to the mall's play area...

Zhai Xiaofeng gritted her teeth: "Okay, give me two... wait," she changed her words helplessly and happily: "I want 4. My silly boy, if I don't eat, he won't eat either. He's stubborn."

"That's the child's filial piety—but it's true, now there's only one strong laborer in the family, you have to take care of your own body first."

Old Zhao skillfully packed the 4 eggs for her and carefully instructed: "Be sure to hold them well. Don't look at the price of these eggs, they sell very well, just like the scallions you want. I tell you, it's absolutely worth more than the price!"

He even enthusiastically taught: "If you want to eat the original flavor, boil them in water. If you want it to be more fragrant, fry one—oh my, I tell you, it can make you drool on the spot!"

As he spoke, Old Zhao himself became greedy.

Zhai Xiaofeng was also full of expectation.

However, when turning around, seeing the watermelon placed in the corner, she couldn't help but ask: "This watermelon... are there small ones?"

Old Zhao was stunned: "There are no small melons this season, they are all big ones."

And this one displayed is not for sale. It was given to him by his nephew when he pulled things for Song Tan, and he kept one for himself...

Pausing, Old Zhao said again: "Forget it, I'll cut it for you... do you want a box for 20?"

Zhai Xiaofeng was silent—she has no time in the morning or evening, but she often brushes this local group on weekdays, how could she not know that buying a whole watermelon with skin is 20 per jin?

At this moment, she nodded repeatedly: "I want it. Thank you, Uncle."

"We are old acquaintances, why say these things?"

Old Zhao said casually. At this moment, he cut the watermelon he kept for himself.

After Zhai Xiaofeng left, he hurriedly wrapped it in plastic wrap and stuffed it into the refrigerator—cutting a box out is almost more than a jin! Why does he, Old Zhao, always do loss-making business?

And on this side, Zhai Xiaofeng happily carried the things in her hand and walked home.

When she returned home, the child had finished breakfast and finished today's holiday homework, looking at her with surprise:

"Mom, what time are we leaving?"

Zhai Xiaofeng laughed: "It's 7:30 now, Mom will make some preparations, let's leave at 8 o'clock, okay?"

She said while taking out 4 eggs from the bag: "It's your birthday today, we have to eat eggs—let's eat two, okay?"

"And this—the vegetable boss sold a box of watermelon cheaply, the kind that is particularly delicious, let's have a taste..."

While talking, she started the pot to boil water for eggs, and didn't forget to skillfully pack the scallions she just bought and put them in the refrigerator.

When she looked back, she saw her son still sitting at the dining table, looking at the watermelon with eager eyes, and looking at her pitifully.

Zhai Xiaofeng's slightly aching heart instantly turned into a soft lump: "Mom will boil eggs first, you eat first."

The morning on the top floor is exceptionally sultry, and even the wind blowing in is hot.

But Zhai Xiaofeng felt that life had never been better.

Until the water boiled and the eggs rolled slightly inside, she calmed down and looked at her son—only to see him walking to the kitchen at some point, his head already covered in sweat, but he was holding a fork high, with a piece of juicy watermelon on it:

"Mom, you eat first."

Zhai Xiaofeng's eyes turned red, she hurriedly lowered her head, took a bite of the watermelon, and instantly widened her eyes:

"No wonder everyone praises it—Son, you taste it, the watermelon is really delicious! Mom will work hard to earn money, and when you have your birthday next year, we will eat a whole one, okay?"

Seeing her son nodding foolishly, she also happily touched his little head. The mother and son stood in the kitchen, sharing the watermelon piece by piece.

Until the end, when the sweet and exceptionally refreshing watermelon entered their stomachs, the mother and son came to their senses: "Oh my, why did we eat it first!"