Chapter 11: Open (2/2)

”Boom boom” Zhong Ziqi knocked on the door.

After a while, I heard Huang Ama's voice: ”It's Brother Qi, right?”

”Ah Huang is me.”

Huang Ama draped her clothes and opened the door: ”Yes, it's early, let me tell you, if it's late, it's easy to be missed.”

”Well, did I know Huang Ah.” Zhong Ziqi replied.

”Are these few people?” Huang Amei asked the extra two.

”These are my two best friends, come and help. He called Zhao Sheng and this is his younger brother Zhao Ning.” After finishing talking, Zhong Ziqi introduced them to the two again: ”Is this Huang Ah.”

Zhao Sheng and Zhao Ning yelled Huang Aye politely.

Everyone likes good children, not to mention Huang. Seeing a few half-year-old children, they can't close their mouths and laugh, but I feel a little sad and don't know how his son is doing.

Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan pushed the wooden cart to the pier with ease, occupying a somewhat remote position with few stalls around. Other vendors who were already busy looked at the suddenly appearing stall with a dull expression. When they saw four young young people, they had even more contempt in their eyes. They didn't care about this competitor at all. They would definitely disappear in no time. .

Zhong Ziqi didn’t care about this. Most of the things were brought here. There were still a few wooden tables left. He asked Zhao Ning to stay here and watch. He, Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan went back to move, mainly because this place was not far from Huang A’ma’s home. , Two or three minutes away, so I can rest assured that he is here alone.

Zhong Ziqi used to mainly talk to Huang Ama about fetching water. He didn't expect that as soon as he spoke, Huang Ama agreed: ”You can hit as many times as you want. I open the door and you come.”

Zhong Ziqi is naturally grateful again.

Going back to the dock, the task of fetching water will naturally be given to Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan. He and Zhao Ning began to get busy, bringing a total of five tables, one of which was left for kneading and stuffing, and the other four were placed in a square shape, which could seat a total of sixteen people.

The summer day dawned very quickly, and it was completely bright in a short while. There were people coming and going on the dock, except for the vendors, Zhong Ziqi noticed that other customers had begun to haunt.

Zhong Ziqi hurriedly set Zhao Ning on fire, hot bone soup, and he began to make noodles. Zhao Ning's culinary skills are not good, so he can't help with cooking, but he can strike a hand, burn a fire, and pass a seasoning or something.

”This little brother, new here?”

Zhong Ziqi's stall was always empty. He thought that there was no one. It turned out that the stall owner was late.

”Yeah, it opened for the first time today, and I asked my uncle to take care of it.” Zhong Ziqi said with a smile.

The stall owner was a man in his 30s and 40s, and there was a piece of gray rags on his stall, which was crookedly written, big stuffed buns. Zhong Ziqi snorted and laughed: ”Uncle, who wrote these words? They are pretty good-looking.” This is absolutely wrong.

However, the uncle obviously didn't hear it, and said proudly: ”My son wrote that he is only 8 years old this year. I was sent to school to study. My husband praised him for being smart.”

”Don't say it, just by looking at these words, you can tell that your kid is smart. It's not like what a kid wrote.”

When this uncle heard Zhong Ziqi's words, it was as if he had found a bosom friend, and he kept nagging.

Zhong Ziqi chatted with this uncle while doing the things at hand. Zhao Ning smiled and inserted a sentence from time to time. From what he said, he learned that the uncle's surname was Song and he lived in Songjia Village, which was quite far away from Zhaojia Village. He is the only person who speaks to Zhong Ziqi, and there is no discriminatory taste in his words.

After getting acquainted with each other, the uncle simply leaned the stall against him, and talked to him when he was okay. Zhong Ziqi was also happily happy. The one on his left was a pastry seller, but he was a young man who was far away from them. He was ignored by others, and the stall was moved a little farther for fear of the taste.

Zhao Sheng and Zhao Zhengan took two buckets of water and sat on the stool to rest. Looking around, many stalls are full of steam and fragrance, and there are already several customers sitting at the tables.

At this time the sun was already showing its head, and the whole pier was no longer silent in the morning and began to lively. There are several restaurants on the pier. Foreign businessmen who live in the restaurants rarely eat in the restaurants. Locals know that the food on the pier is better and cheaper than the restaurants.

However, Zhong Ziqi's stall was a newcomer and no one noticed. Zhong Ziqi calmly lifted the lid of the pot, put the noodles in the pot, and threw in some bamboo shoots. Instructed Zhao Ning who was on fire to go to rest, he put the cooked noodles in four bowls, and put three of them on the table: ”Eat more, eat less in the morning.” Zhong Ziqi made less in the morning, he I neglected and forgot to take Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng's share. Of course, everyone was not full, and the three of them were hungry all morning. They are not welcome at this moment, they picked it up and snored and ate them.