San Fu

Duan Feifan was indeed not unhappy, but he didn't tell Jiang Kuo that he didn't want Jiang Kuo to spend too much time on his family affairs.

Feelings will not always be pure feelings, and it is impossible to never bring other things, but he hopes that at this stage, at the beginning, these things will not become something that both parties have to bear.

Bearing these unconventional events in life, the journey will be full of variables.

He can bear it, he can change it, but it's just him, Jiang Kuo doesn't need to change, Jiang Kuo doesn't need to change.

"Not jealous?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"What..." Duan Feifei quickly withdrew his thoughts, "Am I jealous of Yang Ke?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak.

"No," Duan Feifei leaned back and looked at him, "Are you looking down on me a little too much?"

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "That's not true, I thought you had to go through a process."

"I'd rather be jealous of Yang Ke than Dong Kun," Duan Feifan said, "Yang Ke met Dong Kun whom I called directly."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "It's a mistake, who would have thought that he would become a prophet after making half of the rumors?"

"Are you planning to..." Duan Feifei looked at him, "Ask Yang Ke to do something?"

"Let's run some errands," Jiang Kuo said, "My idea is to set up an online store. You can also take orders on WeChat, so let's make this thing formal first. Packaging, branding, etc. Done, let Yang Ke do the formalities and chores, we still have to go to class after all."

"When do you want to start?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It's not my idea," Jiang Kuo said, "It's your idea. Whenever you plan to start, you can start."

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "I'll...discuss it with my uncle first."

The two walked slowly in the market. Jiang Kuo felt that Duan Feifan hadn't recovered yet. It was difficult to talk about the branch before. After all, it was another store and there was a lot of movement. For an online store with a sales model, it should not be so difficult to communicate.

"If you do this, the old man should have no objection?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"We have to talk first to find out." Duan Feifei said.

"Aren't you sure?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "You're not stealing his business, isn't this a good thing?"

"Not this," Duan Feifei sighed, stretched out his arms and hugged Jiang Kuo to his side, "For so many years, he gave my dad money, took care of me, paid my tuition fees, and gave me pocket money for living expenses, just to say , he can take care of things, your father and I can take care of it, and you and I can also take care of it..."

"Now that you suddenly want to work by yourself, he will think that you can't trust him?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You have to think about making money before you finish your studies," Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and frowned after a while: "Ask first, if you can't, then talk."

"Well," Duan Feifei retracted his arms, "After the Chinese New Year, didn't you come here early to play? Let's play first, when are you going to ride a horse?"

"When will I give you riding lessons?" Jiang Kuo corrected him.

"When will you give me riding lessons?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile.

"I'll give you special treatment," Jiang Kuo clapped his hands, "You set the time."

"The racecourse won't open until after the sixth day of the lunar new year," Duan Feifei said, "I'll call and make a reservation when I arrive."

Jiang Kuo stretched his waist: "Let's celebrate the New Year. If you say it's fun, it's fun. The family gathers together, and it's a holiday. If you say it's boring, it's boring. There's nowhere to play."

"Research what places to play that don't rest during the Chinese New Year." Duan Feifei took out his phone.

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Kuo said, "I used to go to bars and sleep at home during Chinese New Year, and I had nothing to do. I came here early just to stay with you, nothing else matters."

"Then let's go to the bar." Duan Feifei said.

"No." Jiang Kuo said.

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "Isn't it interesting to go to the bar with me?"

"How did you spend New Years in the past?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Sleep for two days, get together with classmates, and visit relatives for two days," Duan Feifei said, "Then the beef should be delivered."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo smiled, "It's not as tiring as I have chatted."

"So I'll accompany you to the bar." Duan Feifei said.

"No, it's not interesting," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll celebrate your New Year. My uncle asked me to come over for dinner, so I'll come over for dinner. Will Ding Zhe come over to help?"

"Well, sometimes, when he doesn't want to stay at home." Duan Feifei said.

"Then I'll come too." Jiang Kuo said, "Make sauced beef."

"Okay, you add to the chaos." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

Holding a knife, Ding Zhe looked at Jiang Kuo who was standing in front of the counter, with "I'm not Sister Li" written all over his face.

"Your family's Chinese New Year is so boring," Ding Zhe said, "It's so boring that you have to go back to school early and go to the market to help others cut beef."

"Fresh." Jiang Kuo cut the beef into long strips according to the old uncle's teaching.

A piece of beef, he has been cutting for several minutes.

"Don't talk to me," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm afraid I might cut my hand if I distract myself."

"Fuck me." Ding Zhe was so frightened that he immediately moved two meters away from him.

"Boil the water." Duan Feifei commanded Ding Zhe.

"In a while," Ding Zhe said, "the water in his place has been boiled dry after cutting."

"Have you finished cutting this piece?" Duan Feifei walked up to Jiang Kuo and asked.

"The last knife," Jiang Kuo said, slashing down with the knife, "Look."

"Excellent," Duan Feifei said, "I still have all my fingers for this operation."

"Come here." Jiang Kuo put down the knife, "My fingers are sore, this knife is not heavy, why?"

"The grip is too tight, you don't need to use so much force, and it's not for chopping beef bones." Duan Feifei took a piece of beef and spread it on the counter table, and began to cut, "This knife is super easy to use."

It's really super easy to use. You can tell from Duan Feifei's movements that it is a good knife that can cure obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Would you like to take some away after the meat is cooked today?" the old man asked Ding Zhe.

"I still have some at home. I'll just eat some here. I won't take them home," Ding Zhe said. "My aunt is here, and I haven't eaten in the past two days. She likes spicy food."

"Dip it in some hot sauce and eat it." The old aunt said on the side.

"Is there no spicy beef sauce?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I haven't made spicy ones before." The old aunt said, "There are other places, we have been doing this for years."

"Why don't you make spicy ones?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Because if you want spicy food, just dip it in some hot sauce," the old aunt said with a smile, "this child."

"But the taste will be different," Jiang Kuo said, "Spicy, spicy, rattan pepper..."

Duan Feifei turned to look at him.

Jiang Kuo also glanced at him and swallowed: "They should all be delicious."

Duan Feifei thought it was a bit uncomfortable because of Jiang Kuo, but he wanted to laugh when he turned around and saw him like this.

Originally, I thought about bringing this matter up to my uncle in a few days, but Jiang Kuo has been working in Niu Sandao for the past few days, helping to make sauced beef, and sometimes chatting with my uncle.

Duan Feifei thought it was better to find an opportunity to talk about it first. After he settled the matter, Jiang Kuo didn't need to worry about it for him anymore.

Da Pao was going to the construction site today, passed by here, and asked Jiang Kuo to go out for dinner.

"Are you really not going?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I won't go," Duan Feifan said, "Boss Song didn't deliver the beef this morning, he just came in the evening, and the market will open soon. There's a lot of meat, and the old man can't do it alone."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Then I'll come back and find you."

"Check the time, if it's too late, go straight back to the rental house," Duan Feifei said, "I'll find you when I'm done."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and sent a message back to Da Pao, "Da Pao is quite diligent, and he said that he will be busy after the new year, and it will start before the end of the year."

"If you haven't come to report," Duan Feifan said, "do you have to start working with Mr. Jiang?"

"Probably," Jiang Kuo said, "I think it's meaningless and exhausting. It's not that Mr. Jiang can't do it anymore. He has a few capable people. If he can't do it, he can leave it to anyone. Why do you have to drag me? .”

"Let's go eat." Duan Feifei slapped him on the buttocks.

"Don't make any moves," Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "I will retaliate."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Kuo's hand quickly reached into his clothes and touched him hard.

"Damn," Duan Feifei rubbed his body, "I pulled the meat off!"

Today's dinner was the quietest meal since the Chinese New Year. Duan Ling didn't have time to come back for dinner after work, Jiang Kuo was not here, and Ding Zhe didn't come to eat.

Just the old uncle and aunt and Duan Feifan.

"I ate leftovers today," said the old aunt, "it's just us."

"Well," Duan Feifei leaned on the back of the chair, "Actually, I don't have to eat. These days, there are a lot of fish and meat every day, and the muscles are covered by fat."

"Let's cover it first," the old uncle said, "I have to eat it, there are so many leftovers."

"Eat." Duan Feifei smiled.

The old man ate a few mouthfuls, thought about it, and went to get the wine and poured it: "I called your dad that day, and he reported the menu. Is the New Year's Eve dinner quite rich?"

"Well, there are braised pork and braised pork." Duan Feifei said.

"Just don't allow drinking." The old man took a sip of the wine, squinting his eyes and enjoying it.

"You can drink it when it comes out." Duan Feifei said.

"It's only been half a year," said the old man, "you'll be out at the end of your summer vacation."

Duan Feifei was silent for a while: "Uncle."

"Huh?" The old man looked at him.

"We're awesome..." Duan Feifei was hesitant about what to say, but it seemed that he would be a little embarrassed to say anything, "Do you want to set up an online store?"

"What?" The old man was stunned.

The old aunt was also stunned, looking at him.

"Just..." Duan Feifei took a bite of the food, "Isn't it going to be demolished? During the transition period, the business will definitely be affected. Let's set up an online store first, and then we can make up for it."

The old man didn't speak, but still looked at him, his face was no longer the happy expression when he was drinking, but now he looked astonished and angry.

In fact, the old uncle's reaction did not exceed Duan Feifan's expectations. The old uncle has a violent temper and a straight temper, but he is quite stable in terms of being content with the status quo.

This is similar to the temperament of most people in the market. It is not easy to work hard. Maintaining the status quo is the best choice. You will not "seek change" unless you have to. Of course, there are "living" ones, but more "dead" ones Stories have also circulated in the market for many years.

"Aren't you selling it on your mobile phone?" the old aunt said.

"The scale is relatively small, and they are all old customers. Occasionally, some old customers will introduce them," Duan Feifei said. "If it is done more formally, it can expand the source of customers and make preparations for the future."

"You are..." The old man finally came back to his senses, "You go to your school, what are you thinking about? After demolition, and transition, I can't afford your school anymore?"

The old uncle uttered the same lines just as Duan Feifei expected.

"It's not for this reason," Duan Feifei sighed, "And..."

"That's why!" The old uncle put the cup back on the table heavily, "What's more, it's because your dad is coming out! I can't support your dad! Will I not let him participate in this store! My own My dear brother, let him go out and set up his own family as soon as he comes out. What kind of person am I? You too, you don’t study hard and think about these things! I’ve been worried about you for so many years. You worry about money!"

"I didn't think so. You and my old aunt, including Duan Ling, have treated me and my relatives in the same way these years. I don't know about that." Duan Feifei looked at the old aunt, "Auntie, you know that I am not like this. mean."

"Are you worried that your dad won't have a job when he comes out?" the old aunt said, "This store is going to be separated, so there's no rush now, wait for your dad to come out..."

"No, no, no, no..." Duan Feifan hurriedly waved his hand, "No separation, no separation!"

The old uncle and the old aunt were not very willing to set up a branch store before. From the perspective of stability, opening another store does not guarantee that the business will be good, and they have to invest money in it. Now they suddenly mention the online store, and they are even more a little nervous. I can't get around, I just get stuck at this angle repeatedly and can't get through.

"Uncle, Auntie," Duan Feifei put down his chopsticks, "This has nothing to do with the separation of the family, it just wants to have another way of sales, to standardize the mobile phone we are doing now, isn't it? For my dad, it's not that I have any other ideas."

The old uncle didn't speak, and took another sip of wine, frowning as if he was thinking.

After a long time, he sighed heavily: "Who gave you this idea? You used to be happy every day, why suddenly...is that kid Jiang Kuo?"

Duan Feifei was stunned for a moment: "No, it's not him. It has nothing to do with him. Didn't I mention before that we can open a branch?"

"You can't hide this from me. I've been working in the vegetable market for decades. I'm old. It's different from what you mentioned before." The old man waved his hand, "This time you are serious... I see that Jiang Kuo has been thinking about sauced beef for the past few days, he used to love sauced beef, and now he is still thinking about whether it is spicy or not."

"It's really not him," Duan Feifei said, "I just thought of opening a branch again because of the demolition recently, but after thinking about it, I feel that it is more appropriate to start an online store first, and the investment is less. It is our ready-made process, and it will not add any burden."

"How much does it cost?" the old aunt asked.

The old man looked at her.

The old aunt waved at him.

"I haven't calculated yet, I just have such an idea, and the specifics haven't been determined yet." Duan Feifei said.

"The child can do it if he wants, I'm afraid it will take a day or two to think about it, and I can't persuade him," the old aunt said, "Give him some."

Only then did Duan Feifei realize what the old aunt meant, and quickly took her hand: "No, no, it's not much money, I have it, and you don't need to pay for it."

"How much money do you have!" The old uncle glared at him, "I don't know how much money you have, the lucky money, the pocket money I usually give you, and the money you gave you for the beef you sold. How many!"

"Enough." Duan Feifei said.

"You get him [-] yuan." The old aunt said.

"Yeah." The old man replied.

"No need," Duan Feifei really didn't plan to ask the old man for money, "Well, if I really want to figure it out, I'll figure it out. If it's not enough, let me know. If it's not enough, you can make up for it."

He has about [-] yuan on hand now, and he can always make up some money if he finds someone else. Although it doesn't feel like it is enough, but for so many years, he and his father have depended on the old uncle's family for life, so that the old uncle can do things he doesn't want to do. He really didn't really want to talk about getting money.

The old uncle looked at him, turned his head and sighed again after a long time.

"I don't know what you think. I don't understand some things, so I don't let you do them, and I'm afraid that if I don't understand, it will delay you," the old man said, "If I let you do it, I'm afraid you will suffer."

"How old am I?" Duan Feifei said, "Am I the kind of person who will suffer casually?"

"Look at who you're looking at," said the old uncle, "I think Jiang Kuo is a real kid, but... He came from a rich family after all, and it's not money for him to hold [-]. You must pay more attention, whether you lose or earn is nothing more than experience, you play with him, if you really lose money, it is not a trivial matter."

What the old uncle had already decided was that he was with Jiang Kuo, and Duan Feifan couldn't argue anymore, so he could only acquiesce.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, "I will pay attention."

"Extraordinary," the old aunt looked at him, "Tell me the truth, are you worried that your father will not be able to find anything after he comes out?"

"It's not that I don't worry," Duan Feifei rubbed his face, "but when he comes out, he definitely doesn't want to be in the store, for fear of burdening others, and he won't be willing to do anything under the name of Niu Sandao. I don't care."

The old man raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

"Let's talk about the second child," the old aunt sighed, "he..."

"That's what he is," said the old man. "Believe it or not, when the street comes to help and resettle him, he won't do it! He would rather go to other places to beg for food!"

"Hey..." The old aunt covered her forehead and sighed again.

After eating this meal for a long time, the old uncles and aunts were silent for the second half, and Duan Feifan followed suit silently picking up the dishes in the bowl.

After eating, like a conditioned reflex, several people got up and started working step by step.

No matter what we talked about today, whether the chat went well or not, tomorrow is the day when the market opens, and today and night have to be prepared as always.

Boss Song's car was parked in the passage behind, and Duan Feifan walked to the back of the car.

The aisle is brightly lit, and a row of shops have begun to return to their daily routines, cleaning, tidying up, and stocking up, and there is a bit of noise.

With the breath of the new year, and with the breath of the year is over.

"Extraordinary, it's a bit dark, did it come from the sun while skiing?" Xiao Li opened the back door.

"I skated for two or three hours with one piece added," Duan Feifan said, "Is it so obvious?"

"You are so white and tender." Xiao Li said.

"For a while, I couldn't tell whether you were praising me or scolding me." Duan Feifei said.

"Praise you!" Xiao Li said, "Do you fucking understand that people praise you for being handsome!"

"That's not enough, I don't take it as a compliment to say I'm handsome," Duan Feifei leaned against the car door and laughed, "Is the meat okay?"

"Bring a knife," Xiao Li said, "I'll give you a taste!"

"No need, I was too full just after eating. I'm a civilized person and don't eat raw meat." Duan Feifei patted the car door, "Unload the goods."

Today the old uncle asked for a lot of meat, so Duan Feifan and Xiao Li carried it around.

The old uncle is still smoking a cigarette with Boss Song, getting in touch with each other, and routinely ensuring the supply of high-quality beef in the future.

Duan Feifei brought a piece of meat into the store, and the old aunt was counting.

"How much is left in the car?" the old aunt asked.

"Two or three, it's almost enough." Duan Feifei said as he turned around and walked back.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard Xiao Li say in the trunk: "Hey! Who are you, just take it!"

Duan Feifei quickly walked over, if the old Zhang's family is looking for trouble during the Chinese New Year...

Someone turned out from behind the car door carrying a piece of meat.

Duan Feifei glanced over and was stunned: "What?"

"Xiashier." Jiang Kuo said.

"Give it to me," Duan Feifei hurried over to pick it up, "It's dirty! Didn't you see that we are all wearing Haitian oyster sauce?"

"Bully me for being illiterate?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Isn't this Mrs. Le Chicken Essence?"

"Huh?" Duan Feifei lowered his head to look at it, and clicked his tongue, "This company has a big business, so it's easy to wear the wrong clothes if there are too many clothes."

"Who is it!" Xiao Li took the last piece of beef out of the car and walked over to have a look.

"My classmate." Duan Feifei took the beef from Jiang Kuo's hand.

"I thought Lao Zhang's family was coming to rob meat, and I was taken aback," Xiao Li entered the back door, "I thought I didn't leave them today."

"Old Zhang's family robbed meat?" Jiang Kuo asked in a low voice.

"Why did you come here?" Duan Feifei looked at him. Although he was really depressed today, when he saw Jiang Kuo who suddenly appeared, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"I don't think it's too late to come here," Jiang Kuo said, "You didn't reply to the message."

"I didn't hear that." Duan Feifei still curled his lips.

"What?" Jiang Kuo imitated him and said.

"No," Duan Feifei said in a low voice, "I just missed you when I first saw you."