Overbearing City Inspector Fell In Love With Me

Many stall owners on Garbage Street have doubts about the most popular Malatang, because every time the city management came here to make surprise inspections, that Malatang did not open their stalls.

The first time was a coincidence, and the second time I thought it was the proprietress of Mala Tang, I was lucky, and then I felt more and more that the proprietress has the ability to predict the future?

The uncle who sells egg-filled biscuits finally speaks up: Doesn't this Xiaoman know a female city manager?Eighty percent of them got inside information from her.So everyone will come out to set up a stall in the future, let's see if Xiaoman is there, if she is not there, we will leave as soon as possible!

Everyone praised Uncle Panbing for his wit, and agreed with him unanimously.From then on, there will always be a few days on Junk Street. There is no street vendor in the noisy street, only a group of confused diners, standing at the intersection of the street and looking at each other.

Xiaoman went out of the stall as soon as six o'clock today, and she wasted a small batch of vegetables if she didn't go out yesterday, and she planned to go out to the stall early today to make up for the loss.

When Xiaoman first arrived on Garbage Street, her family was the only stall on the street, and it took more than ten minutes for people to come over to set up stalls one after another.Xiaoman seemed to be familiar with this phenomenon, turned her head and told Ah Fang to wipe the table clean, and started to make spicy soup base by herself.

"Miss Boss, I was looking forward to you. I didn't eat your Malatang after work yesterday, but I was hungry all night." The loyal old customer of Xiaoman's Malatang rushed over after work. After looking around, he shook his head in puzzlement, "It's really strange, it's fine today, but yesterday there wasn't a single stall on the street."

Ah Fang washed a rag and said casually, "The city management is here."

Xiaoman was about to speak, but she didn't speak when she heard that Ah Fang took the first step.

Thanks to Long Jia's blessing, since the two developed into a lover relationship, Xiaoman was able to get information from her in time, so she no longer had to keep on guard against being caught by the city management and live in that kind of fearful life.

The business was as good as ever, and seeing that the next customers would have no place to sit, Xiaoman had no choice but to borrow a few stools from a nearby stall.

"The city management is really here." Ah Fang filled a bowl of Mala Tang, and pouted at the opposite side.

"What?" Xiaoman muttered without looking, and turned around to put the stool away.Long Jia even told her that there was no order from her superiors today, so Ah Fang must be making fun of herself again.

"I'm talking about Miss Long." After Xiaoman turned around, Ah Fang said again.

Xiao Man patted the ashes on her hands, raised her head and met Long Jia's curved eyebrows, it was deep winter, Xiao Man saw that Long Jia was only wearing a windbreaker, and pulled her helplessly.

"Look at you, your face is blue from the cold, are you dying if you only wear this windbreaker?" Xiao Man held Long Jia's hand in his palm and asked reproachfully.

"It's not cold." Long Jia chuckled.

Even though it was as cold as ice, Xiao Man gave Long Jia a sharp look.

Long Jia coughed dryly: "Isn't this a good match?"

"Good-looking!" Xiaoman clapped his palm down on Long Jia's hand, "What do you want to be so good-looking? Do you want to hook up with others again?"

Long Jia hastily denied: "How can there be!"

Hearing this, Xiaoman held her hand again, and said as a matter of course: "That's it, it's enough for you to hook up with me, and I can wear whatever I like."

"Then what do you want me to wear?" Long Jia knew that Xiaoman was showing her caring side, and looked at her affectionately.

"The down jacket you wore that time was very good, it looked very warm." Xiaoman said, seeing that Afang was too busy alone, she went to give her a hand.

Long Jia's eyes followed her closely, recalling which dress Xiaoman mentioned in his mind, and when Xiaoman turned to look at her again, Long Jia also remembered: "You said it was the big black cotton dress that my mother bought. robe?"

"Isn't it a down jacket?" Xiao Man ignored Long Jia's surprise and handed her a basket of washed lettuce.

"It's a down jacket. If my mother hadn't stuffed it for me before going to work that day, I wouldn't have come to see you in such a designless dress!" Long Jia took it and put the lettuce in the freezer tacitly. good.

Holding the empty basket, Long Jia looked at the freezer for a while and asked Xiaoman: "Do you still need to open the freezer in such cold weather? The temperature inside is not as cold as outside."

Xiaoman took the empty basket in her hand, and put it aside casually: "You also know that it's cold? Next time you go out, don't wear a down jacket. I don't care if I get sick from the cold."

Knife mouth, tofu heart.Xiaoman's personality is still unclear?Long Jia looked around and saw that no one was looking at them, and gently hugged Xiao Man's slender waist from his side: "But that down jacket is really ugly, like..." Long Jia hesitated to speak.

"Like what?" Xiaoman looked at her and raised her eyebrows.

Long Jia whispered unwillingly: "Bear."

"Bear...hahaha..." The scene of Long Jia appearing in front of her that day is vivid in my memory. Xiaoman's laughter attracted the attention of diners, and she immediately smiled, "It's really a vivid image."

Long Jia sighed weakly, seeing Xiaoman's reaction, she would never touch that dress again anyway.

Xiao Man ignored her eyes, grabbed Long Jia's hand and spread it out, and asked her with a smile: "Stupid bear, how do you sell the bear's paw?"

Hearing this, Long Jia quickly withdrew his hand, pretending to be frightened: "You want to murder your own husband!"

Xiaoman put on a straight face, looked Long Jia up and down: "Are you a husband?"

Long Jia smiled unhurriedly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone: "Could it be you?"

I saw an incomparably coquettish smile blooming on Long Jia's face, her eyes were fixed on Xiao Man, which made her feel flustered for a moment, Xiao Man scolded a monster in her heart, and decided not to look at her again.

Looking at yourself on the main road with this kind of eyes... It's not letting people do business properly.

Seeing Xiaoman's head turned away arrogantly, Long Jia posted it with a face that was not afraid of death: "The lady's skills are so poor, I'd better let my husband pamper you more."

"Longjia!"

Every time Long Jia gets speechless, Xiao Man can do nothing but yell at her, this woman is really enough!A pretty good-looking girl, but what she said...why...

So straightforward!

Don't know what euphemism is?Can't you just learn?

Xiaoman ignored her, took the spoon in Afang's hand, and asked Afang to clean up the table, and kept the money for cooking Malatang.

Long Jia stood beside her and looked at her quietly, when a diner came over with a basket of skewers, Long Jia took it without waiting for Xiao Man's reaction, glanced at it, and smiled at the diner: "15 yuan five. "

After receiving the 20 yuan bill from the other party, Long Jia quickly opened the cash box on one side and found some coins for him.

In the past few months, whenever I have free time, I come here to accompany Xiaoman to set up a stall. Ah Fang made a name for himself as a free labor force. Long Jia is very familiar with everything here.

One wave of guests left after eating, another wave of guests came, Xiaoman cooked Mala Tang, Long Jia collected the money, Ah Fang cleaned up the table, everyone was busy with their own tasks, no matter how many people there are, there will be no chaos.

Finally free, Xiao Man asked Long Jia to bring some favorite skewers and cook them. Long Jia just looked at Xiao Man after bringing them over. She was rarely so silent, and Xiao Man knew that Long Jia had something to say.

"what happened?"

Long Jia tightened his clothes, he didn't know whether it was cold or nervous, his voice trembled: "Xiaoman, have you ever thought about not setting up a stall again?"

Xiaoman paused holding the spoon: "What do you mean?"

"The higher-ups think it's strange...every time they come to patrol Garbage Street, there's not a single stall here. It's okay once or twice, but after a long time, they also noticed that someone inside leaked the news." Long Jia knew that Xiaoman had listened. I'm not happy with my own words, so I speak softly.

"You told me not to set up a stall on a certain day, and other stallholders would not open their stalls when they saw that I didn't come. What can I do?" I can't influence other people's thoughts.

"I know there is no way to do this, so I ask you...don't set up a stall in Junk Street?" Long Jia became more cautious.

"Not here to set up a stall? Then where should I go?" Xiaoman pushed aside the broken hair that blocked her view, and looked at Long Jia seriously, "No matter where I go to set up a stall, as long as you tell me which day the city management committee will come, the scene will be different." It's no different from Junk Street."

"I know, I know." Long Jia repeatedly comforted Xiao Man's restless emotions.

"Otherwise, don't tell me the inside information, at worst, I'll admit it with everyone."

"Don't say that, how could I not tell you."

Xiaoman narrowed her eyes: "Then what do you want me to do?"

"What I mean is, you can find a job without having to work so hard, and you don't have to keep blowing the cold wind here at night." Long Jia felt that his idea was very good.

"Long Jia," Xiaoman lowered his head and smiled, as if mocking himself, "I don't have a degree, I can't do anything well, the only thing I can do well is to make what I think is the most delicious Malatang. "

Long Jia wanted to say something more, but Xiaoman interrupted her: "I never asked you, how much is your monthly salary?"

"Additional subsidies or something... more than 5000, but there are other incomes, if you add them up..." The number of credits changes every month, and Long Jia has not studied it carefully.

"Then how much do you think I earn a month?" Xiaoman suddenly smiled.

Long Jia was puzzled and shook his head.

Xiaoman made a calculation with her: "The average price of a bowl of Malatang is about 12 yuan, and the cost is at most five yuan or even lower, so the profit of a bowl of Malatang is seven yuan. I set up a stall from six o'clock in the evening to twelve o'clock in the evening, a total of six hours. It takes at most half an hour for customers to finish a bowl of Malatang. There are a total of 20 seats here, which means that there are at most 240 customers per night, and 240 bowls can be sold. Malatang. Maybe sometimes the business is not good, or maybe many customers choose to take a package without occupying a seat. Combined with this situation, generally 220 bowls of Malatang are sold every day, so the profit per day is 1540 yuan, and [-] yuan per month. Excluding The salary for A Fang, plus the fuel cost of the pickup truck, and the cost of cleaning supplies, the monthly income is almost [-]."

Xiaoman calculated extremely fast, until she finished speaking, Long Jia didn't react.

In vain, she studied hard for more than ten years, and finally lived up to her parents' expectations and entered a public institution. She thought she was getting a decent salary, but it turned out that it was not as good as Xiaoman's income from selling spicy hot pot for a week!

"It's not that I don't understand what you said." Xiaoman said while holding Longjia's bowl of Malatang, looking at the noodle soup, "I know you're in trouble, but it wasn't long before I started selling Malatang by myself. You have to save enough money to be able to open a store.”

Long Jia opened her mouth, she felt that she was so stupid, she didn't understand Xiao Man's intentions and presumptuously planned a way out for her.

"Unexpectedly, the person I fell in love with at the first sight is a local tyrant." Long Jia looked at Xiao Man, heaved a sigh of relief, and didn't care about anything else, Xiao Man can do whatever she wants, as long as she is happy.

"I'm poor!" Xiaoman corrected dissatisfiedly, she was still saving money for her ideal!

"That is also a poor person who will become a local tyrant!" Long Jia picked up his bowl of Malatang and said firmly.

"Do you want me to keep you?" Xiaoman teased following Longjia's words.

"You don't need to take care of me." Long Jia walked a few steps towards his seat, then turned around and said, "If I don't want to be an urban management officer anymore, take me in to work for you."

Xiao Man didn't take Long Jia's words to heart, and smiled indifferently: "Why are you willing to let you work? I will be the boss then, and I will take the boss's wife's seat for you!"

"Okay!" Long Jia left with the bowl in hand.

Xiaoman turned around and continued cooking Mala Tang, and inadvertently remembered that Long Jia's expression on saying this sentence was unprecedentedly serious.

The author has something to say: Seeing this, is there any girl who suddenly wants to sell Malatang...

It is really important to have a good craft~

Some girls said that the progress is fast or something. After all, it is a short story, and it is normal.

There are still two or three chapters to finish, I hope I can write it before the summer vacation

There are so few messages, you don’t love me, so sad ╮(╯﹏╰)╭

Then, after reading this chapter, please press 1 for girls who want to sell Malatang