Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 47 47. Aunt Song Hongmei

   "Hardware store, nasty!"

  Qiao Qiao got into the car angrily.

  Song Tan rubbed his head with a smile: "Good boy, my sister also thinks they are not good, let's try to come here as little as possible in the future."

  Qiao Qiao touched the QR code on his chest aggrievedly, and complained: "He doesn't give money."

   "It's okay, look at our food is so delicious, she will still think about it once she has eaten it - next time Qiao Qiao sells vegetables, work harder and speed up, we won't sell them to her!"

   This is not coaxing a child, it's purely Song Tan's feeling that even if someone like the lobby wife specially leaves food for her, she might still spread the word to the world—

   "Twenty yuan a catty! If it wasn't for taking care of relatives, I wouldn't be willing to spend this money!"

   What's more, looking at the uncle and the others today, I don't believe that this dish is 21 catties. If you come back to buy food, it will be embarrassing under the eyes of everyone...

  Hey, think about it, why is it a little cool?

  Song Tan blamed himself for being unstable, but Qiao Qiao was already smiling: "Yes! Don't sell it! Don't give it to her!"

   Then he looked at her with bright black eyes: "Go home?"

  Song Tan came back to his senses: "When we go to deliver food to uncle, we also have to deliver food to aunt, right? Be even."

   Qiao Qiao frowned even more: "Auntie, it's not good at all."

  Turning his head to look at the small basket of vegetables on the back seat, he became entangled: "Give it to Dagu, Dagu is better than a hardware store."

  …

  Song Tan's eldest aunt married an urban worker as a village girl in the 1980s. In addition to her beauty, what the other party likes is her virtuous housekeeping.

   Virtue is true virtuousness, and housekeeping is also true housekeeping.

   Just because one of her husband and wife sells breakfast and the other goes to work, and they can provide their only child with a flat in the center of the city, you know how capable they are!

   But despite this, the old couple still live in the old unit's family home.

  The small pickup was accurately stuck in a small space in the family courtyard, avoiding the possibility of being posted by the traffic police. As soon as Song Tan took Qiao Qiao out of the car, he heard someone beside him asking hesitantly, "You...are Hongmei's relatives, right?"

  Song Tan was taken aback for a moment, and then saw the aunts who were asking questions—they probably came back from shopping, and they were also carrying plastic bags at the moment, and the green onions, garlic, and vegetables inside were faintly visible.

  She nodded: "Yes, my aunt's name is Song Hongmei, and she grows some vegetables in her hometown. I will take my brother to send some to my aunt, so that I can eat something fresh."

When I said this, the aunts on the opposite side laughed: "I remembered you during the Chinese New Year—I wondered which family's children, why are the siblings so good-looking? After asking, I found out that they are relatives of Hongmei. !"

  The main reason is that the family courtyard has no secrets. Hongmei has a beautiful and silly nephew, and everyone knows it.

   Although Jojo looks like an adult, his eyes are different—most importantly, he has a pink Peppa sticker on his face!

  Looking at the vegetables in the basket again: "Ah, what kind of food is this? It's so fresh...Hongmei is really a blessing, having such beautiful nephews and nieces. Miss, do you have someone to talk to?"

  Song Tan: …

   After two or three rounds of polite words, I finally got rid of these overly enthusiastic aunts. When Song Tan walked to the door of the unit, he could still hear the aunts muttering:

   "Hongmei's nephew and niece are really good-looking."

   "It's probably a person who can live. You see, when she came to visit her aunt, she brought a basket of vegetables..."

   "Look what you're talking about? You can't afford to eat and wear, and you can't calculate that you'll be poor for the rest of your life. I just picked a little bit of Hongmei, and you're still a good person. You deserve to be a couple..."

  Song Tan couldn't help laughing as he walked in the corridor.

   It seems that everyone knows her stingy name!

  …

  Auntie Song Hongmei really just came back from the vegetable market.

  She has a small cake cart near the family courtyard. She has been selling cakes for 20 years.

  Every time the trolley closes the stall at ten o'clock, cleans up, and goes to the vegetable market at eleven o'clock to buy vegetables, the time management is so accurate!

  The most important thing is that the vegetable market is basically closed at eleven o'clock, and the remaining vegetables are either cheap or not very fresh. Dagu can sweep thousands of troops during this time period, kill him seven in and seven out, and strive to cut the price to the lowest!

   If it can't be cut down, then she won't buy it.

   Not picking up rotten vegetable leaves every day is already the last luxury and dignity of my aunt.

  It's half past eleven now, some people may have already cooked, but my aunt's definitely won't.

  Song Tan knocked on the door.

  The elder uncle was two years away from retiring, and his son was also at work. When the elder aunt opened the door, she was a little surprised:

   "Tan Tan? Why are you here? Aren't you at work? Oh, don't ask for leave, it's a big loss to deduct wages!"

  Turning his head and calling Qiao Qiao again: "My eldest nephew is more handsome, come, come in, aunt will bring you biscuits."

  Aunt really took the biscuits—two packs of Wangwang Snow Cakes, one for each of the siblings.

  Song Tan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this was really the greatest sincerity of my aunt!

  Qiao Qiao has started to unpack the bag proficiently, and said at the same time: "Auntie, I will bring you food."

  Auntie took a look and found that there were actually five bunches of milk vetch in the small basket. She didn’t dislike it at all, but was very happy:

"Ouch! This dish is so fresh. It's already served at noon, so don't fry it! One meal at night, two meals at noon and evening tomorrow, and two meals the day after tomorrow—I've saved money on vegetables for three days, and I'll make an extra meat That's it!"

  Auntie was overjoyed and arranged quickly.

  It was only after the arrangements were made that I remembered: "Tan Tan, do you want to keep it at home for lunch? If you keep it, I will fry this vegetable."

  Song Tan quickly reassured the aunt: "No, aunt, my mother is still waiting at home. I just want to ask if you know where ducklings are sold? I plan to raise some ducks in my hometown."

  Song Hongmei thought for a while: "It really is, just wait, it's not far away, I'll take you there!"

   "But Gu, you still cook..."

   "It's okay, it's not far away, I'll take you there! You young people don't bargain for things, I'll negotiate the price for you!"

   As he spoke, he changed his shoes, took the keys in a hurry, and prepared to go out.

  Song Tan: …

   This is really a lightning effort, Qiao Qiao hasn't finished eating a piece of snow cake yet.

   But Auntie didn't lie, she really wasn't far away.

  Out of the family courtyard, turn to the alley inside, then pass through an iron gate that seems to be locked but not locked, then go into the alley, and finally come to a dilapidated and low old courtyard.

  Auntie knocked on the door of one of the houses:

   "Old Zhang, do you still have ducklings?"

   "I don't sell wholesale at the gate of the school! I'm not a pet duck!" The man inside shouted.

Auntie has become impatient: "When did I bring a pet duck seller? Hurry up, I will bring relatives to buy it, and you will confirm the price for me. Don't waste my time by bidding blindly. I will buy it later." I have to go home and cook..."

  The man inside opened the door, his face full of grievance: "Sister, sometimes I wish you didn't buy it."

   Still today. On the 11th, it will be updated.

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  (end of this chapter)