MTL - Counter Attack-Chapter 17 I want to be a hawker

For two months, Wu Zuowei closed his mind in the Jiang Xiaoshuai clinic, reflected on the tragic life of a few years ago, summed up lessons and lessons, and laid a solid foundation for opening up a new life in the future.

During the day he bought food for Jiang Xiaoshuai, sweeping the floor, and cleaning up the house... He stayed at the clinic at night. Jiang Xiaoshuai gave Wu Zhiwei a salary, Wu did not accept it, he only gave him a residence, Jiang Xiaoshuai, and he would be able to take care of him. Every morning when Jiang Xiaoshuai yawned to the clinic, Wu Zhiwei had already ran five kilometers and packed up the clinic.

In the eyes of Jiang Xiaoshuai, Wu Zhiwei is like a reborn.

Some time ago, I was stunned, and this process was exercised. The loose skin has been replaced by lean muscle. The contours of the face became clearer and clearer, the facial features became more and more clear, and the sturdy force that appeared in the eyes always allowed Jiang Xiaoshuai to be a master.

"I plan to start from the hawker and open the door after I have enough money."

Jiang Xiaoshuai poked the table with a ballpoint pen, and the radiant light was projected in the eyes of the heroic eyes.

"This is also a way, it is hard work, right, would you drink it?"

"Is this awkward?"

"You snorted and I heard."

"Mill the scissors - grab the kitchen knife -"

The screaming of a long time, really let Wu Zhiwei shout a bit of taste, Jiang Xiaoshuai was teased and laughed, and Wu Zhiwei followed him to lick his mouth. Jiang Xiaoshuai stunned, and he seems to haven’t seen Wu’s fearless smile for a long time.

"Hey, let you change a living method, I don't know if it helped you or hurt you." Jiang Xiaoshuai remembers that when Wu Zuiwei came, he was always alive and happy.

Wu Zuiwei said very seriously to Jiang Xiaoshuai: "It's better to live a little better, but don't worry, I am still like you. As long as you don't care, I will see you laughing at you, just laughing at you. ."

Jiang Xiaoshuai's help to look at the table, is Ningma a little touched?

"Oh, yes, when the hawker is not that easy, are you ready?"

Wu is afraid to show his firm color. "This journey has been preparing."

Jiang Xiaoshuai gave a slight glimpse. "What are you preparing for? Why didn't I see it?"

"I don't see the day running? Long-distance running, sprinting, running with a sandbag, running with a pot..."

"You have to get it..." Jiang Xiaoshuai interrupted Wu Zhiwei. "You first think about how to hide the city management. You want to think about selling something, you have to have a plan?"

Wu Zuowei pondered for a moment and said slowly, "I want to pick it up easily. The cost of clothing, shoes and hats is too high. It is too much trouble to pick up the goods. Vegetables and fruits are not convenient to transport. If they can't sell, they will be rotten. I want to sell early. But I don't have any craftsmanship, the fritters won't be fried, the pie won't be branded, I just want to go and I can only sell porridge."

"It's not bad to sell porridge." Jiang Xiaoshuai said, "The porridge is relatively simple. Half a liter of millet can make a big pot. You just need to buy a big bucket, buy a spoon, and buy a plastic cup. The cost is not high."

Wu is afraid to nod. "I think so."

After doing it, in the evening, Wu Zhiwei went to the grain store and took a bag of Xiaomi back. Jiang Xiaoshuai helped him buy pots and pans. After the guys were ready, the two tried at the clinic.

Although Wu Zuowei’s family is not rich, there are two sisters on the top of the family. The academic performance is good and the housework is rarely done. Not to mention Jiang Xiaoshuai, the family is so a single seedling, which is willing to call. The two stood clumsy in front of the gas, and finally cleaned the rice bran and poured water into the fire.

"Let's put some alkaline noodles, my mother porridge always puts alkaline noodles." Wu said.

Jiang Xiaoshuai put a spoonful of alkali into it.

"It seems to be too sticky, let's put some water."

Wu feared that a bowl of water would go in.

"It's too thin, don't you want to put a little more rice?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai grabbed a handful of rice.

"Look, let's put more? Let's add some water."

"..."

The two of you, a bowl of me, went to Riga, and I was going to try two bowls first. The result was a big pot.

"I feel almost the same." Jiang Xiaoshuai said.

Wu was afraid of picking up his hand and gave Jiang Xiaoshuai a bowl.

"How is the taste?" Wu said.

The porridge is too hot, Jiang Xiaoshuai only took a sip.

"Slightly a bit thin, but very sweet."

Wu Zuowei also tasted a bite and agreed with Jiang Xiaoshuai’s point of view. "It is not enough to be sticky. When I am a child, I will add more rice."

"Don't add any more, can you still earn money? You only need two pounds of millet for a pot of porridge. If you are so embarrassed, a bag of millet can't be a bucket of porridge. Plus plastic cups, plastic bags. The money, you are busy this day."

Wu Zuojian’s eyebrows are dead. "I see the millet porridge sold on the street is quite sticky. Is it not enough time?"

Jiang Xiaoshuai snorted. "That is because there is food glue added inside."

"You mean..." Wu feared to narrow his eyes.

Jiang Xiaoshuai's elbows are on the door frame, a cool look. "What are you afraid of? Now many food gels are healthy and good for the human body. I am also a doctor. Can you be covered?"

If it was placed before, Wu Zhiwei’s definition of resignation refused Jiang Xiaoshuai, can he do this wicked thing? The convenience of the people to buy porridge is convenient, the picture is assured, how can you adulterate? Doing business with integrity, not being able to deal with it, more valuable than money is the trust between people...

But now, Ai Ni Ma! Laozi recognizes the money, what's the matter?

Teng Teng Teng... A few big steps to the door.

"Wait for me, I will wholesale a box!"

Jiang Xiaoshuai shouted in the back, "Remember, buy the cheapest!"