"Dingling, Dinglingling--" A harsh phone rang continuously in a staggering manner that was noisy and life-than-worthy. A small white hand stretched out from the quilt, touched left and right, grabbed the phone and took back the quilt, and pressed the call button without even opening his eyes.

"Niu'er, get up quickly, I'm downstairs in your house." It was indeed Ouyang Jinxiu's loud voice.

"You don't have the key, come up by yourself, I'll take a moment for a while." A half-difficult voice.

After a while, a sound of footsteps came, and the lock was unscrewed, "Girl, do you miss me?" A bear pounced, and Song Jian'er felt a mountain pressing on her body, and couldn't help but scream.

"Please calm down." He pushed away her head, which was rubbing her neck with disgust, "Get up, you pig, you're so heavy that you're going to crush me."

"Where is it? They haven't reached 95 pounds yet. People have a standard figure. Do you hear the standard figure?" I rub, I rub, I rub, I rub, until you admit your mistake.

"I know, you mean it's still far from the standard weight of 270 pounds, right?"

"Ah~, you actually compared your sister to a New Year pig, look at her five-clawed dragon."

"Ah~" Ouyang Jinxiu's magic hand was just grabbing Song Jian'er's itchy flesh, causing a scream. Then he counterattacked hard and the two rolled into a ball on the bed.

"Get up, peeled eggs and lean meat porridge." Used a unique move.

He stood up with an expectant look on his face. Sure enough, food is the most irresistible temptation for foodies. Ouyang Jinxiu transformed into the cuteest puppy, shining with starry eyes. When he was about to pounce on Song Jianer, he was tapped by a magic hand and could not make any further progress. Starry eyes were immediately watery.

"Add it again, it will be Guilin rice noodles at the door." Sure enough, but the effect is significant, and Jinxiu instantly returned to normal.

"The peeled eggs should be large, and the shallots should not be white..." A series of requests blurted out. The saliva could not help but rot. You should know that Song Jianer's cooking skills are unique. Jianer has an unknown problem, which is that she is extremely picky in food and grew up in an orphanage since childhood. How to make food that can satisfy herself under limited conditions has become Jianer's goal. In addition, working and stealing a teacher made Jianer develop a good cooking skill that makes people praise.

"I know, I also need to put a large bowl in a cool place. The small bowl is packed for your young lady to enjoy, right? I really don't have any portion of your work, so I'll ask for more."

"Sister, I want to show off my skills, as long as you don't worry." The big thorn answered. Jian'er's head was covered with black lines. Forget it. If the kitchen killer wants to make it by himself, it is a trivial matter. I'm afraid that the eldest lady will burn the kitchen. This is a precedent. The young citizen who rents a house cannot afford to be injured!

"Ah~, it turns out that Baby Jian's skin egg lean meat porridge is deeply rooted in my heart!" He looked intoxicated.

"If you have something to eat, you can't block your mouth. Hurry up, or you'll go for lunch." He curled his lips, but this lean egg porridge is really delicious. The tender egg porridge is thick but not greasy, and the fragrance of green onions is worthy of being the work of this lady. It's extremely delicious! It's true that birds of birds of birds fly together. The same foodie, the same narcissism, is just an explicit narcissism, and the other is a hidden narcissism. No wonder it can stick together.

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When the two of them finished their breakfast and came to the fresh market, it was already 10:30 in the morning. The market was already crowded. This market was established by people in the early 1960s. At first, people just bartered each other. Later, they gradually developed into a comprehensive market integrating flower and bird market and antique market. Every weekend, they gathered very high popularity. There are old insects in the collection industry, college students who want to save some money to buy old reference materials. White-collar workers who are shopping for small accessories, and retired cadres at home like to come and have a look.

Ouyang Jinxiu pulled Song Jian'er into the crowd. Although Ouyang Jinxiu was not old, she was also an old insect in the antique business. Jinxiu's grandfather's family was considered a wealthy family before liberation, and the fragrance of books was passed down from generation to generation. During the War of Liberation, the old man resolutely returned to China to participate in the revolution despite his family's opposition. He accumulated great military achievements after life and death on the battlefield. He wore a high hat and lived in a cowshed during the special period, but he was lucky enough to hold on until the rebellion. He retired in his later years and picked up his previous hobbies. When Jinxiu was a child, he could say that in addition to harming the world with a group of half-bachelors, he grew up in his grandfather's antique pile, so he developed a pair of fiery eyes.

In addition to the shops on both sides of the market, there are also many small stalls on the spacious streets. Small vendors place their goods on the ground according to the conventional rules. There are old books and newspapers, bronze ware carved, ancient coins and pearls... all kinds of things, and it can be said that only you can't think of it and you can't buy it.

In recent years, with the improvement of people's living standards, the four words of prosperous antiques have gradually become popular. Especially when you have something to do, you can watch treasure appraisal programs, listen to expert lectures, and even buy a few books to figure out what you think you are an expert. The level is not two taels, and you always want to pick up a big leak and get rich overnight. This has also created chaos in the antique market. It would be good to have a real fishing product, but it is afraid that one can be put on a bunch of authentic products.

Although Ouyang Jinxiu grew up in a pile of antiques, she also understood more how deep the industry is. She paid for her deep skills, read more, listen more, and bought less. Even so, she paid a lot of tuition fees. However, Jinxiu was very restrained in taking action. She was happy to buy it for 8,000 yuan. Her good mentality also made her pick up a few small leaks.

With this kind of casual look and relaxation mentality, Jinxiu pulled Song Jianer from time to time to time to listen to the vendors who set up stalls and talked about the ancient times. She was so happy. Maybe when she saw two beautiful girls, the vendors also showed unsatisfactoryness. Anyway, those who do this industry rely on their mouths to make a living, and they were so happy to tease the little girl. She didn't show impatience to the two girls' behaviors that only looked at and didn't buy them. She walked to noon and felt a little tired.

"Girl, let's go, I'll invite you Shikou Malatang." Shikou's Malatang is also well-known, with sufficient soup and very popular. As a standard foodie, Jinxiu can't help but come with a big bowl every time she visits the fritters market. She holds the letter Song Jianer's hand, turns around and waves her hand and comes out.

It was a thrill, Jinxiu's raised hand just hit something.

Song Jianer was startled and quickly turned around and saw that the ground was covered with small accessories. A middle-aged woman in her forties was busy cleaning up. Song Jianer and Jinxiu replied repeatedly and helped to pack up. The accessories were not worth it, so they were not afraid of the people under the melon field and plum blossoms.

When Song Jianer swept over a wooden hairpin that looked very simple, she suddenly felt palpitations reaching her heart. Every cell in her body was clamoring to leave it. A persistence that rose from nowhere made Song Jianer tightly grasp the wooden hairpin.

"Jian'er, are you okay?" Seeing that Song Jian'er's face was wrong, Jin Xiu hurriedly asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just suddenly got a little dizzy," Song Jian'er pulled the corner of her mouth and showed a far-fetched smile, "Sister, this wooden hairpin is so special."

The woman glanced at me, "Yes, it's just right to tie my head in summer. Girl, why don't I go back early if I have something to do, and I won't put it in the afternoon. If you like, you'll be given a discount for you, 20 yuan." The middle-aged woman enthusiastically promoted it out of her professional habits.

"Not as expensive as 2o. Now the new style of filigree is only 15. The wood of this kind is called 2o. Can't you sell it for 8 yuan? Anyway, you have closed the stall and sell it for one piece." Although he was clamoring to leave this wooden hairpin, Song Jianer still started bargaining out of the instinct of a commoner.

"Okay, okay, I'll take one for you. I'm in a hurry to leave, so I'll give you the cheap one." The middle-aged woman remembered that this hairpin was just taken out of the corner when she was cleaning her ancestral house yesterday. It looked good to wash it clean water, and she nodded without spending a penny of her capital.

Seeing that the silver goods were cleared, Jinxiu grabbed Song Jian'er's hand and killed Malatang.

"Why did you buy that thing? Your half-length head is not enough to use it." Jinxiu asked in a slight scent of hot vegetables in her mouth.
Chapter completed!