As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

Of course, some vendors will take the opportunity to set up stalls and sell fried noodles, fried rice, etc.

Zhao Dashan stood at the entrance of the People's Square, looking at the night snack stalls inside. Suddenly, he felt a little nervous. He straightened his clothes a little, then straightened his chest and walked in.

Jin Niang has been selling fried noodles in the People's Square for two years. Although these people who are exercising don't buy much, there are still many young people who come in and buy one. Together with some braised food, she can earn a living.

"You're here. Do you want fried noodles?" Seeing Zhao Dashan coming over, Jin Niang greeted him enthusiastically.

This migrant worker brother comes here almost every day these days, always at this time. He usually doesn't ask for anything else, just a bowl of fried noodles, eats it silently and leaves.

Zhao Dashan nodded nervously, then walked silently to the table and waited patiently.

While waiting, he secretly looked at Jin Niang.

Jin Niang should be more than 30 years old this year, with a medium build. She is no longer as thin as those young girls. She has gained some weight. After she puts on clothes, she looks plump and fleshy. For Zhao Dashan, he prefers this kind of fleshy look. Skinny girls are boring.

Jin Niang has a round face, chubby but not fat. Her facial features vaguely resemble those of her youth. She is definitely a beauty in the surrounding villages. Her eyes are watery and the corners of her mouth are always smiling, intentionally or unintentionally, revealing the unique charm of a mature woman.

Whenever Jin Niang smiled, Dashan always felt particularly happy, as if the smile was for himself.

She didn't have much strength, and every time she shook the wok it was a bit strenuous, causing a layer of fine beads of sweat to seep out of her forehead. Dashan felt a little sorry for her, but didn't dare to say anything.

Clang, clang, clang, the spatula flies up and down in the wok, and a portion of fried noodles is ready.

Jin Niang was just about to bring it over when a little girl of about five or six years old came out from under her tricycle. She was extremely cute, with a face as delicate as a piece of jade, and she had a thin braid and two big eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

"Mom, let me help you carry it over."

"Well, then you better be careful." Jin Niang rubbed the little girl's head lovingly.

The little girl carefully put her hand on her earlobe and pinched it. Jin Niang smiled and said, "It's not even served yet, why are you pinching your earlobe?"

"Oh." The little girl put down her hands, held the plate with both hands, and slowly walked towards Zhao Dashan.

Zhao Dashan smiled, and his bearded mouth widened into a grin.

He quickly stood up, took the fried noodles, and said softly to the little girl, "Xiao Ai is so good."

Xiao Ai's round face was a little pale, but she still called out politely: "Hello, Uncle Zhao, please come often, so that mom's business will be better."

"Xiao Ai, how can you talk to your uncle like that?" Jin Niang scolded softly.

Xiao Ai stuck out her tongue at Jin Niang, smiled at Zhao Dashan, and her face turned even paler.

"Go back and rest, don't get too tired." Zhao Dashan said with concern.

"Well, Xiao Ai, come back and lie down."

Xiao Ai smiled and returned to the tricycle, swaying a little.

Zhao Dashan then sat down, pretending to eat the not-so-delicious fried noodles, and asked with concern: "Xiao Ai's face is still a little pale, has it gotten worse recently?"

"Yeah." Jin Niang smiled bitterly, "The condition is getting worse and worse. The doctor said that we need to get the medical expenses together as soon as possible. I plan to set up a stall earlier in the future to make more money."

Speaking of Xiao Ai, Jin Niang seemed full of strength again.

"How much will the surgery cost?" Zhao Dashan asked casually.

"One hundred thousand. This is the first operation. I estimate that the total cost will be two or three hundred thousand." Jin Niang said distressedly.

Zhao Dashan remained silent, lowered his head and started eating the fried noodles.

He discovered Jin Niang when he walked here by chance one day. Jin Niang was very beautiful, especially when she smiled, she was like a flower on the mountain, more beautiful than any other woman he had ever seen.

So he came over as if possessed by a ghost. Although he was not hungry, he still ordered a bowl of fried noodles. He just sat there watching Jin Niang busying herself. Suddenly, he felt that this scene seemed familiar.

This is how my mother cooked for my father.

For the first time, he finished his fried noodles silently and left.

The second time, he saw Xiao Ai.

The third time, he learned that Xiao Ai had a heart disease and needed surgery, and Xiao Ai's father had died.

Later, every time he came here, he felt as if he and the mother and daughter were a family, and there was a sense of home warmth.

......

Manager Zhang is doing very well now, and he thought that if Qiang Teng went bankrupt, he would also be in trouble.

Especially in Yuezhou, many projects were stopped, which dealt a heavy blow to their construction industry.

Unexpectedly, another big project has been launched in Yuezhou. Manager Zhang quickly got the money and found connections, and successfully took over part of the project. With the project, the money will naturally come.

Especially those material suppliers, they would drag him out to eat, drink, sing and have massages every night, and they were living a very comfortable life.

The project has been underway for a month and is progressing smoothly. Manager Zhang is in a good mood and has invited several project managers to have a midnight snack together tonight.

The local midnight snack culture in Yuezhou actually has a long history. Locals have the habit of eating midnight snacks. They invite three or five friends to sit on the street. It doesn’t need to be very clean, as long as the taste is good enough. They don’t mind even if you are a big boss.

Maybe this is the cultural influence that I have been exposed to since childhood.

In the past, Yuezhou's midnight snacks were mainly stir-fried dishes and seafood, but in recent years, influenced by the rest of the country, people have also started eating barbecue and crayfish. The greasy barbecue, tender grilled kidneys, fresh and spicy crayfish, paired with ice-cold beer, and enjoying the gentle evening breeze are truly a joy.

Manager Zhang found a roadside stall tonight. This is an old restaurant in Yuezhou. Although it is located in a small alley, the food is very delicious, so there are many people.

There were five of them in total. They ordered three pounds of crayfish, dozens of grilled skewers, some cold dishes, and a case of beer, and they ate with relish.

There is a problem with drinking beer, which is that you have to go to the toilet. There is a public toilet next to this roadside stall, which is dozens of meters away.

Some drunks are just too lazy to walk these few steps, so they walk drunkenly into the dark alley next to them, unzip their pants and relax happily. Under the moonlight, people feel particularly happy.

Manager Zhang couldn't help drinking until 10 o'clock in the evening. "Drink first, guys. I'll go get some water."

"Damn, Mr. Zhang, it's only what time now, you look a little weak." Several people said jokingly.