The first time I was doing business, Wu was afraid of a faint excitement in
his heart. He was still naked in the morning, and he was on a broken
tricycle. The car carries a half-high vat, a bucket full of millet porridge, and
less than half a bag of millet, but with a bottle of edible glue. The sticky
millet porridge swayed in the bucket, and the heart of Wu's fear followed
the beauty.
No need to be manipulated anymore, no longer have to work hard to make
money for others. From now on, I will sell a cup of porridge. The income of
this cup of porridge is my own. I have to sell less and sell more, and I have
more to sell. It is my pleasure to work overtime. I have lost my heart.
"Selling porridge!"
Wu Zuowei shouted a slap in the empty street, and his heart was
particularly happy.
Looking for two miles, Wu Zhiwei finally found a good place, there are
many selling early, but all kinds of pancakes, egg filling cakes, buns, no
porridge. Then he pulled off the brakes and got everything ready. Just about
to open the bucket lid, he saw a big aunt standing in front of him and staring
at him.
"Do you want porridge?" Wu said.
"You are taking my place." Aunt said with a sullen face.
Wu Zuiwei smiled. "There is no plan for this film. You have not rented this
land. How did you become yours?"
Aunt is anxious. "You ask them, am I selling this every day?"
Wu Zuowei knew the rules of the industry and refused to panic: "I have
parked this car, and it is not convenient to move it. You should come early."
The aunt was so angry that she put the electric pan on the ground and turned
her eyes to Wu.
"Well, I will let you sell here today, I think you can sell it and go!"
Wu Zuowei did not hear it and continued to work on his hands.
"Hey stewed - open the pot!" Aunt began to sip.
Wu Zuowei overwhelmed the aunt's swearing with ten times the trick.
"Millet porridge, a cup of money!"
Aunt is beside him. "A good guy, what's wrong with it? You have to come
here to sell porridge. Hehe... I still study well. My son graduated from
college. Now I am working in a state-owned enterprise. Seeing Tianer
sitting in the office, how can I be affected? This sin? I want to say that it is a
natural life..."
"It's really a natural life." Wu Zhiwei's spoon was played by Tricho. "If the
sons are working in a state-owned enterprise, why is she still selling it?"
Aunt is so angry that her face is red, and I don't know what to say, but Wu
Zhiwei does not change color on the side.
"Give me a bowl of stew."
"Oh! Just out of the pot, this will give you a grand occasion."
In the past, the aunt was busy, and there was no time for him to bicker with
Wu. Wu Zuowei discovered that the aunt's warning was capital. Everyone
who bought it earlier, almost all from him, licked God, and then bypassed
him to buy aunt's stew.
Half an hour passed, Wu Zuowei had not sold a cup of porridge.
Aunt's side is smashing a little song, and the ridiculous eyes are so timid as
Wu's heartache.
Finally, Wu Zhiwei ushered in his first guest, a little girl in her early
twenties, who was purely rushing to Wu's face.
"Give me a cup of porridge."
Wu was shocked, and immediately opened the bucket lid, picked up the
spoon to hold the porridge, and scooped the child out of the air to create a
chic arc, and the little girl was fascinated.
Grass... Spoon off the porridge bucket.
Wu Zuowei stood by the bucket and blinked.
Such a deep barrel, it is estimated that the spoon is in the end, and if you
want to fish it out, you have to put the whole arm in.
"Sorry."
The little girl walked with a face.
Wu Zuowei left and thought about it. He could only go home and fish the
spoon first. When the cart passed the aunt booth, the aunt sneaked a few
times.
"Hey, this spoon is all bacteria, it falls into the porridge, this barrel of
porridge can't be done?!"
Wu Zuowei secretly bite his teeth and forced the tricycle to go back.
When Jiang Xiaoshuai heard the screaming outside, he knew that Wu was
afraid to come back, and he walked to the door in a beautiful way. "Oh! So
sold out so soon?"
"Where? The big spoon is falling into the porridge bucket."
Jiang Xiaoshuai, "..."
Open the porridge bucket, go out and savour the porridge, and it will be
pulped again. Wu is afraid of a heart, pour out half a bucket of porridge, and
after dumping the spoon, it will not be poured back, but half a bucket of
water, half a bottle The food glue, stirred and stirred, became a bucket
again.
"The remaining half of the bucket is kept for sale at night!"
After saying this, Wu is afraid to start again with a tricycle.