It's rare to get up early and go shopping with the cook. The cook goes to the farmer's house to collect vegetables. The farmer is his relative, and vegetables come here every few days.
Seeing that the dishes were relatively fresh and the prices were reasonable, Manmei gave the chef a favor and asked his relatives to be regular food delivery persons. She agreed in advance that she would not accept bad dishes. If bad dishes were delivered several times in a row,
I will never buy from him again.
The cooks, waiters, and employees in these stores always go out to do market research every time they see the landlady. They have no awareness of market research. They just watch the landlady often visit the market, and they have a very clear understanding of various prices.
It's not easy to fool, so I no longer have any contempt for the boss's wife. At first, I thought she was a woman and couldn't stand up, but now I come to her for decision-making on many matters.
The prestige of the landlady has been established, and the store operation is on the right track.
In the past few months, after deducting the initial money spent on buying furniture, I have started to make money.
Excluding the principal of buying a store, as long as it can generate a fixed % return every year, it is considered a good investment, but now it seems that there is actually more.
Singing a little song happily, I walked with the cook on the way to the back mountain.
The cook's relatives are really pitiful. The child's parents died young, so he lives with the old man. The child is too young and the old man is too old. He grows vegetables every day just to make ends meet.
Although the elderly and children are poor, they are very responsible. The daily vegetables are washed and delivered. The vegetables are very fresh and picked early in the morning. The family is poor, but they are very moral and will not be lazy or slippery.
, this is a very admirable quality.
Manmei always brings some snacks for the children, either candy or a few pastries made by the chef.
The cook was very grateful for this. The cook's name was Fatty Liu. As for his real name, no one remembered it. He had been called Fatty Liu for decades and everyone was used to it.
Fatty Liu wiped his sweat with the towel on his shoulder, "My boss, thank you very much. This family is really having a hard time. I look pitiful, but my family can't help much, and they don't want it either."
Listening to his chattering, she also knew that the cook was a kind-hearted person and wanted to express to his employer that he did not want to line his own pockets, so every time she asked to come, the cook agreed and carried the heavy dishes by himself.
She kept chattering the same words.
"I know, I know, you don't have to tell me. If I am willing to buy their food, it means I am satisfied with the food. I run an inn, not a charity. I also want to make money. If the food is not good, I don't want it.
"I didn't want him to be under too much psychological pressure, so I said a few words to reassure the cook.
Fatty Liu was relieved and wiped his sweat again. He was carrying three days' worth of food. It was only three days. How many people are there in the inn? It's the peak season now. The poles in front and back of Fatty Liu are full of sweat.
Like rain.
The two were talking when they suddenly heard a very weak voice shouting, "Fat Liu..."
The sound was very small, and if it weren't for the fact that the two of them got up very early and there was no one on the road, I might have missed it.
Fatty Liu was startled. The pole was spinning everywhere, and the vegetables were shaken all over the floor. With his graceful eyes, he directly saw a man leaning half against the rock, behind the weeds about half a man tall. He was not very conspicuous.
, if he hadn’t made a sound, he wouldn’t have been seen passing by.
Fatty Liu threw the pole to the ground and looked at the man, "Boss Huang, Boss Huang, how did you become like this? But you met a bandit?"
There are very few bandits here. I have not met a single bandit in the past few months. Do you really think that the gangs entrenched around you are just a living wage? If you don't have any skills, who is willing to pay the protection fee every month?
Boss Huang was obviously injured. He was holding his ribs. There was no trace of blood on the outside. It might be that the ribs were broken. There was a big cold sweat on his forehead and face, much more than Fatty Liu's sweat.
"Fat Liu, where is your boss?" He gritted his teeth and said without saying anything else.
Fatty Liu glanced at Manmei next to him, "My boss is old and went back to take care of himself. The store was given to the new owner. Now this is the new owner."
Manmei looked at the middle-aged man and said, "You ask the innkeeper, I am the owner, what can you do?"
When Boss Huang heard that his former employer had taken over the store, he had a look of shock and anger on his face, "This ungrateful bastard actually ran away like this."
He cursed for a long time, probably because the injured area was affected, and leaned against the rock. He broke into a cold sweat for a long time and was speechless. Then, as if he had made some decision, he took out a bag wrapped in oil paper from his arms.
She handed the thing to Manmiao tremblingly, "Take this first. If someone asks you about me, give it to them."
Manmei took the thing and weighed it in her hand. It looked like a packet of paper, "You will give it to me if I ask? Then if ten people ask, how can I tell ten of them?"
Boss Huang took something out of his arms and handed it over. It looked like a wooden sculpture that had been broken in half. It looked very strange. Some wood slag was still outside. The whole thing was probably about the size of two copper coins.
It looks weird to be broken in half.
"Whoever comes here can come up with the other half." Boss Huang said, and took out a few silver screws and copper coins from his pocket. "I'll give these to you as my room fee. If I can come back,
I'll go find you and get the things back. If you can't get them back, just give them to the person holding the token."
Looking at these silver coins, they are considered a large sum of money in this world, and are they just left to the person they meet for the first time?
She didn't want to cause trouble, but she didn't expect that after Boss Huang gave him something, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the mountain behind her. Seeing that he was in such pain, he was still walking as fast as he could, and Manmei didn't even shout to stop him.
Just holding the money and things messy in the wind.
Damn it, no matter how you think about it, you are forced to be involved in some conspiracy~!
"Master, what should I do?" Fatty Liu also noticed something was wrong and came up to ask.
This thing is weird no matter how you think about it, but what can you do now? It would be even worse if the thing is lost. If someone really comes looking for it with a token, where can he find it for him?
If you accept this hot potato, I'm afraid there will be trouble in the future.
He glanced at Fatty Liu and said angrily, "What else can I do? Just hold it and wait for someone to come get it."
As he spoke, he looked at him, thinking about how to warn him. He didn't expect Fatty Liu to have enough brains on this matter. He patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, boss, I will keep this matter in my heart, even my mother-in-law."
Can speak a word."
Hey, seeing him act like that makes me feel that his guarantee is not very credible, but now I have no other choice but to believe that he won't say anything. You can't just kill people and silence them for such an uncertain future, right?
Fatty Liu picked up the dishes again and carried them behind him. The two of them lost interest in talking along the way.
Manmei put the things away and put them in her sleeves. When she returned, she found them in her small cabinet. She also put the keepsake together with her guest files.
There was no other place to put it. Fortunately, it was locked in the first place, which gave me some psychological comfort.
Fortunately, I didn't bring any valuable jewelry. I just brought some banknotes. Apart from the ones I bought in the store, I didn't have much left. I wrapped them all in oil paper and kept them close to me. For other things, just throw them away. It's not particularly important.
, you can make it up at any time.
It's just that the divorce letter is a bit troublesome. Fortunately, Washington now treats me as a dead person. The divorce letter is my graduation certificate from Washington. It means a lot to Su Youwei. For Hua Feng, it has long been regarded as waste paper. Is there any
it's the same.
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