Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

"Jianbing Guozi, Roujiamo, and Golden Crispy Sausage."

"The best pancakes, roujiamo, and golden crispy sausage in Ancheng. Don't miss them if you pass by."

A clear female voice came out from the loudspeaker, attracting passers-by to look towards the source of the sound.

This is the entrance of a shopping mall.

There are many small stalls selling food on the roadside, and the various flavors mixed together will whet your appetite.

It was the weekend, and there were many people shopping in the mall, and the snack stalls were doing good business.

But the stall that used to have the best business had its horn still blaring, but the female owner, who was wearing a floral apron, was sleeping on a stool.

A young couple called her several times but she didn't respond.

"Boss, big sister...are you still selling it?"

"..."

There was no response. The woman was sleeping soundly.

The two men muttered, "We've never seen business done this way," and went to other stalls.

The owners of the stalls next door not only had no intention of waking her up, but instead tried their best to snatch customers.

"Handsome guys and beautiful girls, come and try our spicy hotpot, it tastes the same as Haidilao."

"And my chicken fillet wraps, freshly fried and baked. Eat them once and I guarantee you'll come back next time."

The young couple decisively changed their target.

Several more waves of customers were taken away, but the woman still showed no sign of waking up.

Sister Zhao, the female owner of the Malatang stall, was blanching the vegetables skillfully but was muttering something in her heart.

I guess Liu Zhaodi was selling until late last night again.

After sleeping for two or three hours, I have to get up before dawn to knead dough and prepare food. Even a strong man can't stand this.

Of course, her income is also considerable.

At least ten times higher than those glamorous white-collar workers in office buildings.

At first she also tried to persuade him earnestly.

"Xiao Liu, you are young, unmarried, and don't have a child to raise. Why are you working so hard? If you overwork yourself, you will regret it in the future."

Unexpectedly, she said: "It's okay, I'm young and can endure hardships. My brother needs a lot of money to buy a house and marry a wife.

I paid a down payment for him, and I still have to pay the mortgage every month, so I can’t afford to take a break. My mother said that my brother’s happiness depends on me.”

Seeing her happy face, Sister Zhao couldn't help but ask, "You don't give all the money you earn to your family, do you?"

"Yes, I gave it all to my mother. I also paid for the construction of the small Western-style building in our hometown. People in our village envy my parents."

Sister Zhao: “…”

Seeing her self-righteous, proud look, Sister Zhao never tried to persuade her again.

Customers were snatched away one after another, but there were always some stubborn ones that just wouldn't leave.

"I just want to eat the roujiamo she makes."

A tattooed young man with a cigarette in his hand stood in front of Liu Zhaodi's stall and shouted several times in a hoarse voice.

"Hey, wake up, wake up, it's time for business."

When Sister Zhao was thinking about whether to wake her up manually, Liu Zhaodi's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes.

Looking at the meat bubbling in front of her, she then looked down at her shiny aqua red floral apron.

Qi An's eyes twitched twice.

This is the first time she has such a cool appearance.

Fugui, the tactless man, didn't notice her collapse at all.

"Wow, Sister An An, this meat smells so good. I want to eat Roujiamo."

"Eat fart."

Seeing that she was awake, the tattooed guy said impatiently again: "You are finally awake, give me two roujiamo, quickly."

Qi An: “…”

Do you know who you are commanding?

Three seconds later, she asked expressionlessly, "Do you want to be fatter or thinner?"

"Fat and thin."

Qi An opened the oven, without wearing the gloves that were about to become patinaed, and reached in with his bare hands, and took out two golden and crispy pancakes.

The tattooed guy was shocked: "Aren't you hot?"

No one cares about him.

The guy wondered, where did her usual smiling service go? Was she having her period?

Qi An took out a piece of stewed meat, picked up the knife and chopped it up in a few clicks, then put it between the two pancakes in an unskillful manner.

"twenty."

She was about to put the roujiamo into a paper bag when the tattooed guy became unhappy.

He frowned and pointed at the Roujiamo: "Is this all the meat you put in?"

He always comes here to eat because this woman always picks up a lot of meat, one of her is equivalent to two of others.

Who would have thought that the usually honest and easy-going female boss had taken something wrong with her medicine today.

Qi An raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "How about I put a pig in for you?"

"..."

The tattooed guy was stunned and angry.

"How do you talk like that, you..."

Halfway through his anger, he stopped talking and swallowed the remaining curse words with his saliva.

Because the woman behind the stall picked up the meat cleaver, looked at him expressionlessly, and stabbed it on the chopping board.

Click...

The chopping board is cracked.

Tattooed guy: “…”

"I...I don't want it anymore. I suddenly don't want to eat Roujiamo anymore."

The tattooed guy gritted his teeth and said this, then ran away in shame.

He didn't even bother to take the twenty dollars thrown on the stall.

Sister Zhao, who witnessed all this, didn't dare to speak.

What's wrong with Liu Zhaodi today? How can she talk to customers like that?

Qi An sat on a small stool, holding a roujiamo in each hand and finished it in just a few bites.

It is impossible to fight for a job.

The taste was indeed good. Qi An was just about to order a few more when a new customer came.

"Boss, give me a set of pancakes with two eggs, no chopped green onions, cilantro, or chili peppers."

An old lady with her grandson said.

Qi An: “…”

Forget it, come here.

Qi An clumsily smoothed the batter and just as he cracked an egg on it, the old lady snorted and said with a pursed mouth:

"Why is this egg so small? You young people are so mean, you only know how to cut corners."

Qi An: “…”

But fuck it, I'm already here.

After throwing the eggshell, Qi An retorted on the spot: "Go back and see how big the chicken butt is. Can you pull it out to the size you want?"

Several customers who were eating next door burst out laughing.

The old lady raised her eyebrows and was about to curse, but her eldest grandson ran to the toy stall in front again. She could only glare at Qi An and left.

"Bah, you deserve not to make any money."

Sister Zhao’s eyes widened. Has Liu Zhaodi finally gone crazy?

After turning off the speaker, Qi An sat down on a small stool and said irritably, "Fugui, come out and have a meal, then go and fight after you finish eating."

Fugui, who had already been unable to contain himself, said: "Okay."

Three seconds later, a girl with a sweet baby face walked out of the mall and stood in front of the stall.

Sister Zhao was ready to see how Liu Zhaodi would continue to offend customers, but the beautiful woman went around to the back of the stall, skillfully chopped the meat into steamed buns, and swiftly made two pancakes.

Sister Zhao: “…”

Are today’s customers so conscious?

After a while, Fugui borrowed a small stool from Sister Zhao, and he and Qi An started to clear out the goods.

Fugui is responsible for both eating and cooking, while Qi An is only responsible for eating.

Sister Zhao was confused, but she didn't have time to watch the fun as she had quite a few customers on her side.

After she finished serving a group of customers, she turned around.

All the food on Liu Zhaodi’s stall was gone, not even a single sausage was left.

Were there a lot of people buying just now?

Qi An pointed at the stall and raised his chin towards Sister Zhao: "The stall is for you."

Sister Zhao was confused: "Give it to me? You don't want to do it anymore?"

"Well, no, I'm ready to retire."

Sister Zhao: “…”

"Are you not going to buy a house for your brother to marry him off? Are you not going to pay off the mortgage?"

Qi An raised the corner of his mouth: "No need."

Sister Zhao thought she had finally figured it out, and said with relief: "That's right, don't be so stupid in the future, and think more about yourself."

Qi An glanced at her and reminded her, "Don't go out to the stall tomorrow night. If you follow your husband, you will make unexpected discoveries."

Sister Zhao watched Liu Zhaodi throw away her apron, turn around and leave, and scratched her head in confusion.

what does it mean?