Women's Struggle to Change Their Destiny
you're aunt Mei's daughter, right ?
Wang Yunmei quickly stood up and greeted him. He walked out as he replied, “Liangzi is here!”
When the door opened, a person named Liangzi brought a large bucket in. He had a cold aura around him but a smile on his face. “Aunt Mei, Uncle Wu said that tofu is pressed well today, so this soy milk is also delicious.”
After putting down the bucket, Liangzi turned around and came out again. “There's another bucket, Auntie May!”
When two buckets of soy milk were brought in, the person named Liangzi finally had time to catch his breath. Wang Yunmei liked this child named Liangzi, so she immediately greeted him. “You must be tired, right? I happen to have oil here. Quickly sit. Aunt Mei will fry two sticks of fried dough for you to eat.”
As if they were very familiar with each other, Liangzi did not stand up at the ceremony and sat down.
Jian Ai was the one who took out the fried dough stick. Liang Zi had never seen Jian Ai before. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted and smiled. “You are Aunt May's daughter, right?”
Jian Ai looked at the boy with fang teeth and smiled. “Are you Uncle Wu's son?”
When Liangzi heard this, it was as if he had heard something extraordinary. He hurriedly widened his eyes and shook his head. “No no. Uncle Wu's son is my older brother. I was sent by my elder brother to help Uncle Wu deliver soy milk to your house every day! ”
Although Jian Ai had never met Uncle Wu's son, he was very familiar with Uncle Wu. Uncle Wu's house was not far from his house, but it was famous around the area for knowing Uncle Wu's stew was the best. Uncle Wu had people deliver the soy milk he made every day to their breakfast stalls. A bowl of soy milk costs thirty cents, and one bucket can sell for twenty yuan. Uncle Wu only collected two yuan per bucket.
There was no difference in receiving two yuan. However, Uncle Wu was very considerate. He saw that it was not easy for Wang Yunmei to take care of the two children alone, so he wanted to help her. However, if he did not want a single cent, he was afraid that Wang Yunmei would feel uneasy, and he was even more afraid that the neighbors would gossip about him. Therefore, he symbolically collected two yuan per bucket.
When Liangzi heard this, he stopped. He opened his mouth but said nothing. He hurriedly bit the fried dough rod because he did not want to be doused in hot water, but then he grimaced in pain. He did not forget to nod and praise, “Lezat. It's so fragrant!”
After eating the fried dough sticks, Liangzi stuck out his head to say goodbye to them. Then, he turned to Wang Yunmei and said, “Aunt Mei, Uncle Wu said that you should not leave later after you close your stall. He came to tell you something.”
“Alright, be careful on the road. Tell Old Wu that I will be waiting for him at the stall,” replied Wang Yunmei.
Not long after Liangzi left, the stall began to serve customers. Wang Yunmei was in charge of the batter of fried sticks and fried cakes. Jian Yu was in charge of making soy milk and porridge. Jian Ai was in charge of receiving and collecting money.
Many guests are residents of this area. Although Jian Ai could not name them, many of them were familiar faces. Naturally, these people recognized Jian Ai. They all knew that Wang Yunmei was beautiful, his son was handsome, and his daughter was also beautiful.
“Bos, look how beautiful your son and daughter are. Your daughter looks exactly like you. She is very beautiful and wise. She will be filial in the future, ” said a nearby aunt to Wang Yunmei as she paid the bill.
When Wang Yunmei heard that, he smiled and said, “Thank you, Big Brother, for your kind words!”
The rush hour for breakfast is only two hours. After 8am, customers become infrequent.