Survival in the end of food

Zheng Yan walked into the pancake shop next door, and the woman was sitting in the shadow of the corner, hunched over in a daze, with a dazed look on her face.

Zheng Yan narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, and found that the woman was not only a little lame.Just now in the hotel, she lowered her head and didn't see it clearly, but now she realized that there was a big birthmark on the left half of her face, dark red, extending all the way to her neck, which looked very hideous and terrifying.

Sensing his gaze, the woman came back to her senses, subconsciously turned sideways, turned her right cheek to him, and said, "Big, big brother..."

Zheng Yan was silent for a few seconds, tried his best to put on a soft and friendly expression, and said in a warm voice: "I'm very hungry, are you still open now?"

The woman lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Don't listen to Sister Guan's nonsense..."

Zheng Yan walked into the store, found a place to sit down, and said, "You think too much."

The woman looked up at him quickly, and introduced smoothly: "There are potato fried cakes, cabbage fried cakes, and bean sprout fried cakes. Which one do you want to eat?"

Zheng Yan thought about it seriously for 2 minutes, and said: "Potatoes." After thinking about it, he said: "Is it troublesome? Potatoes have to be peeled. I will eat bean sprouts."

The woman bent down and brought out a basin of washed and shredded potatoes from under the stove, shook her head vigorously and said, "No trouble."

10 minutes later, a large plate of fried pancakes arrived, a generous portion.The woman lowered her head and quickly retreated to the corner.

Zheng Yan didn't look at her deliberately, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly looked at him in the shadows.

Zheng Yan's expression was normal, he picked up the pancake and took a bite, his eyes widened slightly, it was unexpectedly delicious.

This fried pancake is very to his taste, the potatoes are crisp, slightly sour and spicy.Before adding the potatoes, some slices of meat were stir-fried, so that both the potatoes and the pie had a light meaty aroma.The biscuits looked like they were baked by themselves, with a slight golden color.

After eating the pancakes, he paid the bill. A pancake with meat added was only four yuan. Zheng Yan was a little surprised. He thought it was so delicious and cheap, so he would buy a few more pots when he left tomorrow.

Back in the room, the handsome assistant was lying on the bedside socket to charge, and the kettle was dozing off on the handsome assistant.Hearing him come in, his ears moved, his paws covered his eyes, and he meowed.

Zheng Yan walked lightly, lay down on the bed slowly, touched the head of the kettle, and went to sleep and rest.

Too tired during the day, good dream at night.

The next day, before dawn, I was woken up by the sound of a rumbling machine, impatiently rolling my head up with a pillow, and the noise rushed through the pillow and into my ears.

Zheng Yan sat up suddenly, eyes full of hostility due to lack of sleep, opened the curtains and saw that the sky was pale, and the construction site opposite the hotel started to work.

In summer, the days are long and the nights are short. When Zheng Yan turned on his phone, it was only past five o'clock.

Not giving me a good night's sleep!Zheng Yan had two dark circles under his eyes, a black cloud hanging above his head, and a face full of bitterness and hatred. He went downstairs with a smile that was hard to buy.

The hotel has already opened, and the proprietress, Sister Guan, was swinging her legs leisurely. When she saw him coming downstairs, she said enthusiastically, "Brother got up early! Don't sleep much, it's not even six o'clock yet!"

After yesterday, she had a very good impression of Zheng Yan.

Zheng Yan scratched his head irritably, glanced outside, and said feebly, "Why are you sleeping?"

Sister Guan looked at it, and said understandingly: "Where is the construction on the opposite side! There are two shifts, and you start work at five in the morning. Is it disturbing you?"

She turned her head to look at Zheng Yan, the fair young man was sitting on the sofa in the hotel, with his head bouncing, he was already asleep.

Sister Guan laughed and stopped talking.

At eight o'clock, the workers get off work and come down from the elevated to have breakfast.

Because it is next to the bus station, there are many small restaurants nearby.Those who sell tofu nao and sesame seed cakes, and those who sell rice porridge and soy milk.

Seven or eight young people were wearing crotch trousers, with a row of earrings around their ears, and half of their buttocks were exposed behind them, and they swayed over casually.

The jeans were deliberately cut with scissors to reveal dark skin. He sat down at the pancake shop with his butt between his legs, flicked his chin-level bangs, and shouted, "Pockmarked face! Huge fried pancakes, hurry up!" If you put it spicy, we will starve to death!"

The one called pockmarked face was the woman with the birthmark yesterday. She shrank her neck in horror, her face full of resentment.She straightened her neck and looked towards the construction site. After a while, she lowered her head in disappointment, peeling potatoes while crying.

The young man outside shook his legs, and said to his friend: "I'll change my hairstyle later, do you think red is cool or blue is cool." The young man touched his afro, "I saw the group leader in the family today. In the photo, the hair is made into a big knife, it looks good, I don’t know if our barber shop has this technology.”

The white-haired young man said: "I met you yesterday. You're really cool. This guy has to go to the big city. My mother and the other old women are always talking about me, they don't know what fashion is!"

Several people are concerned about each other.

The white-haired young man rubbed his stomach, poked his head to look into the store, and licked his chin impatiently—the bangs were too long and too thick to see his face clearly.Kicked the low stool somersaults, and shouted: "Would you fucking hurry up, cry your mother, cry, your father and I are not dead yet! Smelly bitch, eating your broken cake is to look down on you !"

Mazi's hand trembled, and the blade cut into his finger. The knife was extremely sharp, and immediately cut off a piece of meat, and blood dripped down his finger.

The young man was very sharp-eyed. When he looked up and saw the reddish blood in the potato basin, he became even angrier. He got up and threw the potatoes and water out of the door together with the vegetable basin. The white potatoes ran a few steps on the ground.

"Are you fucking sick? Do you want grandpa to eat your blood? Is it dirty? Infect me with pockmarks again! It's really ugly, ugly!"

The incision was large, and the finger that lacked a piece of flesh was still dripping blood. The pockmark didn't seem to feel the pain, and he clenched his fingers tightly, trying to curb the rush of hatred in his heart!

why!why!

Why should I be inferior to others, and endure several times and thousands of times more bullying and ridicule than ordinary people!Because I'm ugly?But is that my choice!

A few minutes later, she loosened her fingers one by one, the tears on her face were dry, and numbly carried a bag of potatoes from the kitchen, with a look of powerlessness and despair.

Holding the potatoes, she was stunned for a moment, until the young man pushed her to cook quickly.She just suddenly came alive from a dream, grabbed a few napkins, wrapped several layers around her fingers, and sat down again to peel the potatoes.

Zheng Yan was woken up, and when he got up to look outside, he saw this scene.

The white-haired young man sat back on his seat cursing, took the cigarette handed by his companion, and said very contemptuously: "I didn't say that, the stinky bitch is so ignorant, with such virtues, why are you still alive?!"

When the young man who said he wanted to have hair heard it, he picked his fingernails between his embroidered yellow teeth, and said nonchalantly, "It's such a simple thing, my hands are itchy these days at home, my buddy will vent your anger on you later."

Even if you think about it with your toes, you know how these people will vent their anger in a while. Zheng Yan thinks that I will still buy cakes in a while. If you broke it for me, where can I buy it?So I looked around to find weapons, and I had to see injustice.

The table is too heavy, the stool's killing range is too small, and there is a billiard cue in the corner. Zheng Yan grabs it and weighs it in his hand, and thinks it is very suitable.

As soon as she reached the door, Sister Guan came out from the backyard, and saw the young man spinning around in the house, picked up the club and walked out, her expression changed slightly, and she hurried forward to hold him back.

Casually stuffing Zheng Yan with a piece of cooked tender corn, Sister Guan pulled him into the house and asked, "Oh, thanks to my quick arrival, what do you want?"

At this time, the fried pancakes were already on the table, and the voices of young people talking came in very clearly, urging each other to eat quickly.

Zheng Yan's face became more and more ugly.

Sister Guan understood, smiled and said: "This group of hooligans are fooling the locals to take a detour. You, a foreigner, still want to stand out?"

Zheng Yan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Yes."

After three years of struggling in the last days, he also has two brushes.

Sister Guan wrapped her arms around her arms and said coldly: "Why worry about it, today is Wednesday, isn't it? Brother, today is a coincidence, and there will be a good show later. These little rascals didn't read the almanac when they went out today. It will be very bad luck. Don't think he has so many people, even if there are ten more, that person will not be taken seriously."

While speaking, Sister Guan saw the figure from the corner of her eye, she was overjoyed, and said, "Here we come!"

Zheng Yan followed her gaze and saw that person at a glance.

He was so eye-catching, he was 1.9 meters tall, and he was wearing worn-out and faded work clothes, but it didn't hide half of his light.

The man keeps his body size, his steps are big and steady, and he has an unstoppable momentum all over his body.

When he approached slowly, facing a summer breeze, he saw clearly that his face was resolute and handsome, his eyes seemed to have deposited thousands of feet of ice, and there was no trace of heat under the scorching sun.

He has deep facial features, a high bridge of nose, thin lips tightly pursed, and the lines of his face are very sharp, as if carved by a knife.