Chapter 220 Mom can’t bear to leave you
After quickly planning the menu, Cai Gen began to shop in an orderly manner. Xiao Sun pushed the battery cart, which was very tiring to carry and needed to be packed in takeout boxes.
Suddenly seeing the bean bun seller, Cai Gen immediately remembered the old man selling bean buns. Everything started from that old bean bun seller. Hey, buy some as a staple food. Northeastern people like to eat more.
After finishing all the shopping, I saw the aunt who asked for food again. This time she was not waiting at the bun seller, but at the door of a bank. There was an old man covered with a quilt lying next to her. Her eyes were half-open and blurred. His face turned pale, as if he was seriously ill. Lying on the ground in the middle of winter and not dying for so long was considered a miracle of life.
Cai Gen happened to be shopping for groceries and had three one-yuan coins left over. He threw them all into the iron basin of the begging aunt, who kept saying
"Thank you, thank you."
The accent is not that of a local. Cai Gen wanted to ask a few questions, why don't you go back to your hometown and do you have any relatives? Then he thought about it, he better stop pretending to be a coward. If you give him a few dollars, there is no need for others to satisfy your curiosity. Besides, Who can do anything but have to beg for food?
After walking far away, Xiao Sun suddenly said,
"Third uncle, the person who lay down just now begging for food is a dead person. There is something wrong with that old lady too. I can't see through it."
Cai Gen was stunned for a moment, recalled for a moment, and then quickened his pace. It had nothing to do with him, so don't be troublesome.
Looking at the three yuan coins in the iron rice bowl, Cai Gen gave me the three yuan I needed all morning. A strange smile appeared on the face of the begging lady, and she whispered,
"If the big tree doesn't support it, why can't such a person with such a predestined relationship with the Buddha be able to take refuge in my Buddha? With a halo of merit and virtue, one person is worth a city, hey, what a waste."
As the old lady spoke, the old man lying on the ground also spoke, but his eyes did not open.
"Mom, just let me go. It's very painful to lie here all the time. When the weather gets hot, I should stink."
The begging aunt smiled and kindly helped the old man pull the quilt,
"Son, I can't bear to let you go. You've been with me for seventy years. Let's talk about the stinky summer. At worst, I'll just leave my head and have a paper tattoo on my body to make do with it."
"Mom, my head stinks too. Please, let me go."
The begging aunt was very heartbroken that her son was leaving her, and said a little sadly,
"Stop the ink mark, I'll spank you in the ink mark."
As if spanking was a very cruel punishment, the old man lying down stopped talking and his face became even paler with fear.
The phone rang at this time, and the beggar lady picked up the phone vaguely,
"How's it going? Is it done?"
It was Lin Wo on the other side of the phone, disappointed and said,
"I only ate less than 500 yuan, and I was full. It was a defective product."
The ghost mother’s face remained unchanged, and then she asked Lin Wo,
"Then, how do you deal with it."
Lin Wo really wanted to find it a bit hard to say, so he hesitated and said,
"I'll let you go. It's okay, Ghost Mom."
The ghost mother sneered. She understood that Lin Wo was playing tricks on her and let him go. It really caused a big trouble. Who would take the blame? Just go ahead and argue when the time comes. After all, you are considered the leader.
"Well done, I wish you success."
The same thing Lin Wo said to Long San and Gui Ma said to Lin Wo had completely different meanings.
Lin Wo quickly hung up the phone, feeling a little unsure whether he was being too obvious or going too far.
The ghost mother put away the phone, looked at the bustling crowd on the street, and continued to say in a low and ruthless voice,
"They are all short-lived. Not many can survive. They have to move again." The old man on the ground glanced at the ghost mother secretly and found that the ghost mother was also looking at him, and he quickly became obsessed with it.
Xiao Sun and I returned to the store and started preparing meals. Many vegetables and meats needed to be prepared in advance.
Although Cai Gen has never learned to be a chef, he is quick at work and has a good sense of food. It may be that it is inherited from another generation and he is born to cook.
Xiao Sun finally saw what a non-professional chef like Cai Gen could do with his extremely high talent and hand speed. It was dazzling, methodical, organized and planned. As for the taste, Xiao Sun thought so, wasn't it? At a state banquet, what difference can there be if the taste is bad? What's more, Cai Gen's mouth is still so full.
"Third Uncle, let's not sell boxed lunches from now on. It's not profitable and it's troublesome. One table a day can make more than 20,000 yuan a month."
Cai Gen explained to Xiao Sun while he was busy,
"Xiao Sun, you don't understand this. I am doing the work of several people, so the food is still good and there is profit.
If there are at least four or five people in other restaurants, such as chefs, sous chefs, odd jobs, knife changes, and cold dishes, plus their wages, there will be no profit.
Furthermore, how strict are the regulations now? I used to be able to take over three tables a week, but now, how many can I take over a year? ”
In fact, Xiao Sun didn't understand what Cai Gen said. He just nodded stupidly. There are too many factors that affect the success of a restaurant's business.
Finally, in Cai Gen’s mind, he concluded,
Those in bad locations can make money.
There's money to be made in something that doesn't taste good.
Those with bad prices can make money.
People with bad service can make money.
Even if the economy is not good, you can still make money.
Only those who are unlucky will definitely not make money, and Cai Gen is the last one.
Xiao Sun couldn't do much to help, he just poured water, washed the dishes, and took the time to change the topic,
"Third uncle, don't blame me. I want you to drive Xiao Tianmao out, right?"
Cai Gen stopped cutting vegetables, looked at Xiao Sun, and smiled,
"What's wrong with me? It's fate to be together. The bottom line is that the mind is right. He just has too many thoughts. Being with me makes me feel tired."
After saying that, Cai Gen lowered his head and continued chopping vegetables.
Xiao Sun actually understands Cai Gen's thoughts. He really can't stand it. These grandsons are all thinking about themselves and trying to trick Cai Gen, but he is not the same. Thinking of this, he blushes a little.
"Third uncle, actually, I came here for your meal in the beginning. Now, I feel that whether I eat that meal or not is not that important. It is more interesting to live a good life by your side."
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Cai Gen didn't understand what made Xiao Sun forget his original intention. Could it be his own personality charm? Even Cai Gen himself doesn’t believe that he has so much virtue and so much charm.
"What's the point of being by my side? Stop talking nonsense."
Seeing that Cai Gen didn't believe it, Xiao Sun quickly explained,
"Really, at least I feel more at ease when I am with you. There is no such bullshit, intrigues, and intrigues as before.
You may know that that time, four people and one horse worked for the superiors. Although they all had their own agendas and agendas, they were all used as guns in the end. None of them were able to achieve anything, and no one had any good results.
I was killed halfway, but it can be said that the destined person above helped me and extracted me early, otherwise, I don’t think I would be able to do it in a thousand reincarnations.
The remaining few were much worse off than me. ”
(End of chapter)