The next day, Hong Tao was woken up by Zhou Xiaoli. To be precise, he was woken up by the sound of Zhou Xiaoli making breakfast. I guess he was a little embarrassed to let Hong Tao, a guest, cook two meals in a row. Zhou Xiaoli woke up early in the morning.
I ran to the kitchen and started working. After a long time of tinkering, a large plate of scrambled eggs, a large plate of fried ham, 4 slices of bread, and 2 cups of fruit juice mixed with milk were finally served on the table.
"Taste my skills..." Zhou Xiaoli showed her back teeth to Hong Tao, who had just finished washing.
"..."
"Don't just look at it, start eating it!" Seeing Hong Tao smelling this and touching that, but not putting it in his mouth, Zhou Xiaoli raised her voice a little louder.
"..."
"You want to eat it or not? If you don't eat it, don't be an eyesore here!" Zhou Xiaoli finally got angry and snatched the fork from Hong Tao's hand holding a piece of scrambled eggs and threw it heavily on the plate.
"Hahahaha, you're anxious, aren't you? I know you can't hold it in. Eat, it's not too dark to eat steamed buns for nothing. Not to mention the hot rice you spent a long time making. Even if it's bread with jam, you can't eat it without doing anything.
Ah." Hong Tao's originally disdainful expression immediately turned into a flattering one. He grabbed the fork back, took a piece of fried ham and stuffed it into his mouth.
"You're not going to work today, right?" Hong Tao's mouth is so big that even a few slices of bread and ham can't seal it tightly.
"Well, there are still some things to do, but there's no rush. It's too late to do it after the holidays." Zhou Xiaoli's anger had not completely dissipated, so she answered without raising her head.
"Just rest. You see, the holidays are coming soon. Although I won't be able to celebrate Christmas, you probably want to celebrate it, right? There is no festive atmosphere in your house at all. I decided to help you decorate it. You
What do you think?" Hong Tao stuffed the last piece of ham on the plate into his mouth, and drank the milk in the cup in one gulp.
Zhou Xiaoli didn't seem to hear Hong Tao's words, she slowly raised her head, her slender eyes widened, staring straight at Hong Tao.
"What are you doing! Are you trying to fake a corpse? Are you looking at me like this?" Hong Tao was a little confused. Didn't he recruit her? Why did he show such a fierce expression?
"You idiot, I made you eat all the ham. I cooked it for a long time, but you can't leave a piece for me!!!" Zhou Xiaoli burst into tears of grievance. She caught up with such a heartless boss.
It's bad luck for her.
"Ahem, blame me for this, blame me for this. I will cook a big meal for you at noon. Four dishes and one soup. You eat first. I will watch from the side. Don't shed tears..." Hong Tao saw that she was about to cry.
He quickly apologized. Just now, he was only thinking about how to trick Zhou Xiaoli into taking him out shopping. He didn't even notice how many pieces of ham were on the plate, and he ate a few more pieces.
After washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, after a series of hard work, Hong Tao was finally cleansed of his sins. Zhou Xiaoli also spoke up and took him to the St. Lawrence Market in the city center today to buy some holiday supplies and build a Christmas tree.
Come back and decorate the house for Christmas.
Hong Tao was very surprised why the markets in Toronto all looked the same. Apart from being a bit shabby, the houses in the St. Lawrence Market were almost modeled after Pacific Place. They were both long, similar to factory buildings but also like
A building like a train station.
It is said that this market is the oldest market in Toronto. It is mainly for buying food. There are all kinds of food, from raw meat and seafood to bread, pastries, cheese and jam. There are also some shops selling handicrafts, jewelry, and clothing. Zhou Xiaoli said that there are several shops here.
Each store has been operated by generations of people for more than 100 years, making it one of the most time-honored brands in China.
To be honest, Hong Tao feels that this market is far inferior to Pacific Place. Not only is it much smaller in scale, but the prices of goods are also much higher. However, the passenger flow here is no less than that of Pacific Place, especially white people.
However, the proportion of Chinese people has decreased. It may be that Chinese people are more sensitive to price. Why would Fei Fei come here to spend a few more dollars to buy the same thing? White people are more aware of credibility and are more willing to shop in these century-old stores.
consumption.
Due to different nationalities and tastes, Zhou Xiaoli is more interested in dairy products and raw meat, while Hong Tao is more interested in various pickles and pickled products. In line with the principle of non-interference, the two of them buy their own products, and soon they are
I got two big bags of food.
"The things here are too expensive, why don't I take you to Pacific Place, where there are many shops and the prices are cheaper." Hong Tao is not very satisfied with this mall. He only buys things that he has not seen in Pacific Place.
"Today is Saturday. There is a market here, just like your Chinese market. There will be many farmers bringing their own products to sell. Let's take a stroll here first, and then go to the market." Zhou Xiaoli ignored Hong Tao's words.
Complain and continue shopping on your own.
According to Zhou Xiaoli, the St. Lawrence Market is divided into two parts, the north and the south. The building in the south is the one where Hong Tao and the others are visiting now, and there is another market in the north, which will be open to nearby farmers on Saturdays, allowing them to bring their own products.
to sell, and on Sunday, it changes to
After thinking about it for a long time, Hong Tao could not connect the market selling vegetables, chickens, and duck eggs with the market selling antiques, calligraphy and painting, or even
Imagine how those artists squatted on the ground that still smelled of chicken manure and played elegance.
But when he came to the North Market, he felt a little ashamed of his lack of imagination. This North Market was said to be a temporary farmer's market. In fact, the building was the same as the South Market, except that it was separated by a small road.
However, the atmosphere here is completely different from that in South Market. It is less elegant and more elegant and more rustic.
There are both outdoor stalls and indoor stalls. As soon as you look at these stall owners, you will immediately feel friendly, because none of them are professional businessmen. They are all farmers living near Duoluduo. Every week
On Saturdays, I drive my car and bring my own products and sell them here. There is only one day a week. Except for the farmer's market on Saturday and the art market on Sunday, the south building is usually closed.
Regarding this point, Hong Tao despised the Toronto city government in his heart. This is a serious crime. Such a large commercial area wasted 5 days in vain, even if it is rented to those who cry for demolition every day and burst into tears.
It's better for a profiteer to have a big sale than to leave everything empty.
In this free market, Hong Tao also met several Americans. Relying on his thick skin, he went up to chat with them. It turned out that those families were quite enthusiastic and were not in a hurry to buy anything. You ask
No matter what they say, if Hong Tao, a mute, doesn't understand something in English, they will explain it to you over and over again. As long as you don't show your understanding, they won't stop.
"Didn't you say that your English is very good? People say strawberry, you say carrot, is that English?" Zhou Xiaoli couldn't stand it several times, so she had to continue to act as Hong Tao's translator.
"Tch, I learned spoken British English, which is different from your rural English in Canada and the United States. You are the native English. I want to take you to Guangzhou or Yunnan. Can you, a Chinese expert, understand the local dialect there?
It makes sense!" Although Hong Tao was right, he never gave up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.
"I also understand Cantonese..." Zhou Xiaoli said a sentence in Cantonese calmly, and Hong Tao probably understood it.
"Let's not argue, why do these Americans come so far to buy things from you? Isn't this considered smuggling?" Hong Tao quickly changed his words and argued in a field that he was not good at. It was purely a fool's behavior.
"Have you ever seen someone smuggling carrots and sweet potatoes? This family just came from Buffalo. You should ask them if they know your two little American sisters. If necessary, people here also
I would go to the United States to buy things. If it weren't for 911, there would be no border between the two sides." Zhou Xiaoli rolled her eyes to the extreme.
