Zhang Bei

18.

Zhang Bei felt that the time was almost up, so he went downstairs to the vegetable market that he often went to next to the building in the community, which was already crowded with people.Most of them are elderly people, there are really not many people in Zhang Bei's age.Zhang Bei went to the stall he frequented, and as soon as he passed by, the stall owner recognized him and greeted him warmly, "Xiao Zhang, I haven't been here for a long time, what did you do?"

Zhang Bei was still thinking about the words in his mind, when he heard the stall owner say again, "Look first." After finishing speaking, he hurriedly turned around to pick out the dishes for another buyer and said, "23 yuan six, you give me [-] yuan. Bar."

It also avoided Zhang Bei’s embarrassment. Zhang Bei went to the meat case. Uncle Li, the owner of the stall, was already busy, so he asked Zhang Bei, "What's the matter? I don't eat fish this time, should I eat meat?"

"En. I want to eat pig's feet." Zhang Bei replied.

"Strange? It's the first time I've seen you buy pig's knuckles." Uncle Li was surprised, and his hands didn't stop. He picked up the second pig's knuckle and pointed it to Zhang Bei. Pig's, the meat is tender. Have you chopped it up?"

"En." Zhang Bei said nothing.

He has known the stall owner almost since he moved to this city and lived in this community.The stall owner is an elderly couple, both in their 60s, locals, and their home is in the neighborhood next to Zhang Bei's home.The old couple has a son and a daughter, and the son married a local wife, who is very aggressive and usually doesn't care about them.The daughter married a wealthy businessman from another place and became a wealthy wife, and she never came back for several years.Whether to give them money or not, Zhang Bei doesn't know.Zhang Bei usually comes to them to buy vegetables, and the more times he buys, the better he becomes acquainted.

"Do you know how to do it?" Uncle Li asked Zhang Bei while cutting the pig's feet with a knife along the bones.

"I know," Zhang Bei's voice was a little sad, and he pretended to cough lightly, "I'll go buy some soybeans later and stew them together."

"Hehe, I'm pretty good at eating." Uncle Li said, he had already cut and packed the bag and handed it to Zhang Bei, then turned around and groped under the case inside for a long time, took out a cloth pocket, and took it out.When I got to the desk, I unwrapped it and saw that it was soybeans.

"Why do you buy soybeans? These are sent by your aunt and nephew in the country. They are grown in my own land. They are good soybeans. They are delicious in stewed pig's knuckles." As he spoke, he pulled a plastic bag from the side and put it in .

"That's enough, Uncle." Seeing that he had held several hands, Zhang Bei hurriedly stretched out his hands to block them.

Uncle Li looked at it and said, "Okay, it's enough to stew for a few meals", tied the bag and handed it to Zhang Bei, and said, "Come back next time, uncle will pack it for you."

Zhang Bei smiled, opened his mouth and asked, "Where is Auntie?"

"I have a cold. Hey, I'm old, and I don't want to move when I have a cold, so I didn't let her out." Uncle Li replied, his voice was full of love and protection for his wife.

Zhang Bei looked at Uncle Li's gray hair at the sideburns, and said in response, "Well, I have to rest when I'm tired or sick. Then I'll go back too." As he spoke, he handed over a hundred and turned around. I'm leaving.

"Wait a minute, change money." Uncle Li yelled behind him.

"No need, I'll look for it next time." Zhang Bei replied without turning his head.

"It's fine, uncle. Remember it for you. Hey, by the way, the pig's feet should be blanched first and then stewed, otherwise it will be fishy."

"I know. Let's go, Uncle Li."