Chapter 128: I can't starve to death here without money
"This honey is pretty good... Look, there's honeycomb in it. I'll take a jar and try it." Upon hearing this, Hong Tao realized that this sentence was too sour, so it was better not to mix it up, so as not to get blood all over him for no reason.
"Poison you to death!!!" Zhou Xiaoli glared at him bitterly and ran to another stall to look at the flowers sold by the fat aunt.
Freed from women's fuss, Hong Tao was like a fish in water, wandering around in the market, speaking English from the ** area of London, asking questions from house to house, because he discovered an interesting thing. Whenever he was in front of a food stall, he would
As long as you don't understand what you want to say, the stall owner will immediately give you a small piece of food to try for free. Whether you buy it or not, as long as you stick out your thumb while eating, the stall owner will laugh continuously.
Even the little tongue can be seen.
Of course, this also needs to be carefully selected. Don’t bother others when buying vegetables such as carrots, sweet potatoes, potatoes, and green peppers. There is no point in eating a full stomach of carrots. Even if they are pure natural and pure green, they are not very delicious.
.If you want to patronize, you have to visit those stalls selling honey, dairy products, cooked meats and fruits. Only there can you taste authentic Toronto farm food.
"Can you have some dignity? This is not a restaurant, give me this." When Zhou Xiaoli found Hong Tao, he was holding a skewer of barbecued meat in his right hand, a few strawberries in his left hand, and a jar of honey in his arms.
He was chewing something unknown, and there was some white powder on his lips.
"Don't insult me. They gave it to me. They won't be happy if you don't eat it. I didn't eat it in vain. I spent money to buy a jar of honey." The woman snatched the strawberries from Hong Tao's hand.
He quickly put the whole roast into his mouth in one bite.
"You are an idiot, don't you need to eat lunch? Are you full?"
"It's not even close. It's such a cold day and there's no stall selling hot drinks. My stomach can't stand just eating these cold things." Hong Tao was really almost full, but too much meat and dairy products made him tired.
The stomach that was customized for omnivores was very uncomfortable. He planned to look for a stall selling hot chocolate so he could try it. He remembered that there was such a stall in the South Market just now.
"Let's go, don't embarrass me." Zhou Xiaoli pulled Hong Tao and walked out of the market.
"Where are we going? We haven't finished shopping here yet. Don't tell me. There are places here that can't be compared to Pacific Place. It's a pity that it's only open one day a week. You should suggest the Toronto government to extend the opening hours. This is the people's fault.
It’s a popular event.” Hong Tao still couldn’t find the stall selling hot chocolate.
"You like it, right? If it's open every day, do you plan to hang out here as soon as it's time for dinner?" Zhou Xiaoli let go no matter how hard Hong Tao struggled.
"Tch, do I care about this stutter? Let me tell you, I'm too...hiccups..." Hong Tao was still trying to distinguish, but before he could finish his words, he hiccupped.
Regardless of whether Hong Tao was happy or not, Zhou Xiaoli took him to the back of the market. There were dozens of open-air stalls here, and there were basically no shelves. There was only a movable shed with small trees and some random things piled underneath.
, tree roots, animal fur, animal specimens, etc.
"Hey, look, these antlers are big enough. Wait a minute and I'll ask how much this cost." Hong Tao suddenly saw a rack of antlers placed on a box in a stall. It was tall and big, with branches and branches.
The fork is very beautiful.
"600 Canadian dollars, isn't it a bit expensive?" After asking about the price, Hong Tao turned around and asked Zhou Xiaoli for help. This stall owner looked similar to Quasimodo, with a thick face and a height of at least 2 meters. On the box next to him,
There were also two large axes, and the cold light flashing on the ax blades ruined Hong Tao's bargaining mood.
"It's not expensive. These are the antlers of a big-horned deer. They are very complete and not easy to get." Zhou Xiaoli seemed to be very knowledgeable. She came up and touched the antlers and counted the branches on the antlers.
"Then I'll buy it and give it to you as a Christmas gift. It'll be just right to hang in your living room. Your room is too empty and it won't look good without any decorations." When Hong Tao heard that he didn't feel offended, he immediately started to pay for it.
"Okay, since it's a gift, I'll accept it, but I can't afford to give you such an expensive Christmas gift. Don't regret it then." Zhou Xiaoli obviously also likes the antlers, but women are always calculating when buying things.
The scheming person on the right quickly blocked the escape route as soon as he heard that Gao Hongtao was going to give it to him.
"I'm not as stingy as you. I don't celebrate Christmas either. If you want to give it to me, just take it. If you don't want to give it to me, I won't be picky." Hong Tao respectfully presented three 200 Canadian dollar bills to the stall owner.
The main style is too scary, which affects sales.
"Holy shit, what is he going to do!" After the stall owner collected the money, he picked up the ax on the box and walked towards him like a torrential wave.
"Don't run, I'm buying a Christmas tree. You're not just a coward, you're also a coward. If you're in danger, just drop me and run away!" Zhou Xiaoli grabbed the hat on Hong Tao's cotton coat and dragged him back.
Mr. Quasimodo crossed the torrential waves and walked to a small pine tree. He used his big ax like a knife and with a few clicks cut down some of the unsightly branches on the tree. Then he retreated.
After taking a few steps to look carefully, and then a few more blows with the ax, a Christmas tree was completed.
After doing this, he threw the ax away, took out a small piece of paper with a rope from under the shed, and handed it to Zhou Xiaoli. After Zhou Xiaoli wrote a few lines on it, he hung the piece of paper on the pine tree.
He turned around and bared his teeth at Hong Tao in amusement.
"Here, these tiger teeth look like those of a vampire." Hong Tao shivered when he saw the two big tiger teeth in his mouth, and muttered in Chinese.
"Don't talk nonsense. People here may understand Chinese. With your small body, you will fall apart with an axe." Zhou Xiaoli stabbed Hong Tao and said goodbye to Quasimodo.
"Let's go home. It's too expensive to eat out, so you should cook. You have to do a lot of work in the afternoon." Like a hostess, Zhou Xiaoli pulled Hong Tao out of the market and gave Hong Tao food.
Assign tasks.
"Where's the tree we bought?" Hong Tao looked back at the pine tree, a little worried.
"Oh, let's go. He will deliver it to his home after the market closes."
This shopping trip didn't take long, but it was already past 12 o'clock when I got back to Zhou Xiaoli's house. The main reason was that there was a traffic jam on the highway. Hong Tao was a little surprised at first. Can such a highway that is so empty that it can be used as an airport runway be jammed with traffic? According to Hong Tao
From my point of view, there is no need to build expressways in this place, and the utilization rate is too low! It is enough to build a few more provincial or municipal highways with that kind of money. It seems that foreigners will inevitably do face-saving projects!
As I got closer, I realized that it was not a traffic jam, but more than 20 huge snowplow trucks plowing snow along the highway in several rows. With this work efficiency, in China, you can't even drink soup.
It costs so much labor and fuel to break the snow, what a rotten, evil capitalism!
At noon, Hong Tao showed off his skills again. He fried a large bowl of fried sauce with yellow sauce and meat fillings bought from Pacific Place, then mixed white flour and fine cornmeal together to make two large bowls of handmade noodles, served with cucumber shreds.
Shredded white radish and some kimchi, it tastes great.
"Now let me arrange the next step, Comrade Hong Tao, you need to clear the snow outside first, including on the sidewalk; then you need to clear the snow on the porch; finally you need to clear the trees in the backyard
The walls are being renovated, and the tools can be found in the storage room under the stairs. If you don’t understand something, you can ask me.” After the meal, the two of them lay on the sofa, and Zhou Xiaoli took out a piece of paper from her pocket and read it while reading.
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"Then what are you doing?" Hong Tao felt that the work assigned to him was a bit too much.
"I am responsible for hanging lanterns in the house and decorating the Christmas tree. These are tasks that require artistic vision, and you are not suitable for it." Zhou Xiaoli did not give Hong Tao the right to choose.
"Come on, I ate a lot at lunch, so I just thought of it as exercising." Hong Tao's stomach was indeed a little bloated, not because of the bowl of noodles at lunch, but because of the free food he ate at the market in the morning.
