It was already early 4 o'clock when I returned from the vegetable market, and there was only one and a half hours left before school. In such a short time, Qin Feng could only produce about 200 strings of ingredients, so Qin Feng decisively gave up this wave of student wave and delayed the stall setting up to the midnight snack.

He calmly processed the ingredients according to the rhythm of the past. After a while, Qin Jianguo came back from get off work.

Qin Jianguo walked into the door with a stern face, obviously sulking.

Qin Feng saw that he was in a bad mood, and while rolling out the dumpling skin, he asked casually: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Qin Jianguo shook his head in a depressed manner.

Qin Feng didn't ask questions. Seeing that Qin Jianguo didn't bring the vegetables back today, he said, "I'll eat the ones I bought tonight. I'll make you sweet and sour pork ribs."

After hearing what Qin Feng said, Qin Jianguo suddenly remembered the matter of buying vegetables. He slapped his head and said annoyedly: "I'm really confused during the Chinese New Year and I forgot to buy vegetables. Wait, Dad, go to the vegetable market now." As he said that, he quickly put on the shoes he had just taken off.

Qin Feng couldn't stop him. Seeing Qin Jianguofeng going downstairs in a hurry, he couldn't help but sigh: "This personality is really unbearable. I have bought so many things and I have to go to the vegetable market again. It's a waste of life..."

Qin Feng continued to do his own work. Time passed by minute by minute, and the sky gradually became dark. However, Qin Jianguo, who was out to buy vegetables, did not come back for a long time.

Qin Feng was a little worried, but Qin Jianguo didn't have a cell phone on his body, so it was unrealistic to go out to find him. He frowned and continued to process the ingredients. When it was almost 7 o'clock, Qin Feng had prepared all the ingredients for midnight snacks. Qin Jianguo's heavy footsteps finally sounded in the corridor. Qin Feng hurriedly opened the door, saw Qin Jianguo's appearance clearly, and immediately exclaimed: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Jianguo was carrying a few plastic bags for vegetables in one hand, but his other hand was wrapped in exaggerated bandages. Hearing Qin Feng's voice, Qin Jianguo exclaimed and suddenly raised his head, as if he realized that he had arrived at the doorstep.

"It's nothing. I met a hooligan when I was buying vegetables just now. I went to help me." Qin Jianguo said, with a strange smile on his face. But the sky was too dark at this time, and Qin Feng didn't notice this little detail.

It is very consistent with Qin Jianguo's character when he saw injustice on the road. Qin Feng didn't feel surprised and just complained: "Help must be limited, and he hurt himself like this."

"I was not seriously injured, but I was cut by a piece of paper, which means that others were worried and insisted on taking me to a nearby hospital for bandage." Qin Feng said with a relaxed look on his face.

Seeing that Qin Jianguo had no big problems, Qin Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "That man is very grateful. If you draw a cut, you will wrap you up like a rice dumpling."

"Yes, he is indeed a very good person..." Qin Jianguo sighed.

"Let's have dinner first, I'll starve to death." Qin Feng took the dinner dish from Qin Jianguo. When he saw a pack of thin slices of dried tofu inside, he couldn't help but shake his head and smiled bitterly. But since he had already bought it, there was nothing to say. Qin Feng swallowed the words into his stomach, poured out the two cooked foods, and put the dried tofu into the refrigerator.

After dinner, Qin Feng rested for a while and immediately started working hard, putting the things that were out of the stall into a canvas bag one by one.

Qin Jianguo stood beside him, as if he was about to set up a stall with Qin Feng.

Qin Feng advised: "Dad, you are like this, so you should stay at home and rest. According to me, you don't have to go to work tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Just take a leave."

Qin Jianguo's face suddenly changed again, and he changed back to the way he was when he just came home from get off work. He was quiet for two seconds, nodded unhappily, and sighed: "Yes, it's better to take a leave, so that some people can pick their bones in their eggs."

Qin Feng said strangely: "Dad, who did you quarrel with?"

"Don't mention it, it's the new factory manager who clearly doesn't know anything, but he just likes to point fingers." Qin Jianguo finally told the truth.

Qin Feng smiled.

In his previous life, Qin Feng heard Qin Jianguo say bad things about this factory director, not once or twice, especially after Qin Feng graduated from university, Qin Jianguo felt that he had grown up and really treated Qin Feng as an emotional trash can. Every now and then, he had to tell Qin Feng how annoying the factory director was. Calculate the time, from the first year of high school to the graduation of university, Qin Jianguo endured it for a full seven years in order for Qin Feng to be able to finish college with peace of mind. If he could endure it, he could finish the war of resistance.

However, Qin Feng did not expect that because he entered society early in his life, Qin Jianguo no longer had to bear such great pressure on life, so he started complaining to him seven years in advance.

"Why just quit your job and let's set up a full-time stall together." Qin Feng said casually, and without seeing Qin Jianguo's reaction, he went downstairs with two canvas bags.

It took a long time since I set up a stall, and Qin Feng was a little excited when he put the things into the car.

Seeing that Qin Feng finally came out again, the old man who was watching the car smiled and said, "Make more tonight!"

"It depends on whether God gives you face or not." Qin Feng replied with a smile.

Pushing the car, he walked slowly to the entrance of the back alley of the No. 18 Middle School. Qin Feng parked the car and just lit up the energy-saving lights in the car. Before he could even take out the Maza, a middle-aged woman with a bad face came out of the shop next door. He raised his head and said to Qin Feng domineeringly: "Don't put this stall here, it will affect my business!"

Qin Feng glanced at the adult Obasan and looked at her shop again. The decorations in the shop had changed significantly from the previous ones, and the middle-aged man was gone.

Qin Feng asked strangely: "Has the original boss left?"

The middle-aged woman frowned slightly and said angrily: "I don't care what's wrong with it. Even if the boss here asks you to set up a stall, it has nothing to do with me. You should go away quickly and don't block my door."

"I'll go right away." Qin Feng smiled, pushed up the car, and walked forward for another ten meters.

When he walked to Aunt Juan's store, Qin Feng stopped the cart. Aunt Juan, who was playing cards online, glanced up and saw that it was Qin Feng, he immediately shouted: "Hey, Xiaofeng, you finally appeared. I have been waiting for you for several days, and I thought you wouldn't leave the stall anymore!"

Qin Feng smiled and said, "What should I eat if I don't leave the stall?"

"Is your car new? It's great!" Aunt Juan walked out of the store, raised her hand and touched the large awning of the cart, "How much does this shed cost?"

Qin Feng replied: "500 yuan."

Aunt Juan nodded, "It's a little more expensive, but I think it's worth it. When the weather gets hot, it can block the sun, and it's cooler for people to stand at the bottom. This money should be spent."

When a businessman communicates with a businessman, it is comfortable to communicate.

Qin Feng chatted with Aunt Juan for a while before he found out that the people who opened the store here had almost changed half of the time this year.

"No business is easy to do now. Don't look at the large traffic on this pass, there are actually not many people coming to buy clothes. Moreover, there are many people opening clothing stores here. Once the customers share it, it would be great if I can earn two or three hundred a day. It's still you who are smart and know how to make money from us." Aunt Juan sighed.

Qin Fenghe Xini said: "I just make some money for food, everyone is for food and clothing."

Of course, even ghosts would not believe this. Aunt Juan smiled and pointed at Qin Feng, saying, "Slip."
Chapter completed!