It was getting dark, and Lao Hu had originally prepared rice, braised pork ribs, and stir-fried vegetables for dinner.
Grandma Wu was so good that she filled the refrigerator with everything before she left.
It's just that the two of them didn't have a good taste. They were planning to cook dinner when business came up.
One person comes here to buy a bottle of Coke, and the other person comes to bring a bottle of beer. After all, cigarettes are still the most sold.
Those who are able can't do it, but those who can do it are not difficult.
For the two of them, they either look at the book to find the price, or when the customer first enters the door, they keep an eye on the location and go over to take a look at the price.
Therefore the efficiency is quite low.
The most common thing I say is sorry.
The villagers didn't care. They were very curious about these two young people. Some people really thought that the boss had changed.
The so-called halo of a big star is of no use in a small village.
Hu Ge was okay, the villagers would stare at him for a while and then point at him for a long time. They couldn't name him, but they had seen him on TV.
Qin Xiaobao is basically unfamiliar.
He was so happy.
In fact, neither of them cares much about this. They usually see too many fans, and it is quite rare to be able to go to the countryside and enjoy the life of ordinary people.
The meal was replaced by instant noodles, with two eggs added for each person.
"Why do I think instant noodles are so fragrant?" Qin Xiaobao purred with two chopsticks, half of the noodles were eaten, and then he took a sip of soup. It was very refreshing.
Hu Ge agreed: "I didn't seem to do much physical work in the afternoon."
"It's probably the mentality."
"No, it's time." Lao Hu glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's already half past seven, and I'm already hungry."
Qin Xiaobao didn't arrive for a minute. He finished the bowl of noodles, stood up, and filled himself another bowl.
"What time do we close?" Hu Ge raised his head and asked.
"Yeah, what time is it? I didn't ask." Qin Xiaobao thought about this question seriously.
Just selling things made both of them very embarrassed today. Now whenever they hear some noise outside, they will turn their heads reflexively. Only by closing the door can they have a good rest.
The director walked in and asked, "Are you eating?"
The two of them didn't speak.
The director smiled and came over: "Oh, it's so hard. We eat instant noodles. By the way, what do we have for dinner? It seems to be steaks and steamed fish."
Qin Xiaobao was angry: "If you have something to say, tell me something."
"It's like this," the director sat down cheerfully: "Let me tell you the business hours of the supermarket. Normally, Grandma Wu opens the door at around seven o'clock. We can't break the rules. Normally it is at eight-thirty in the evening. The guests will come tomorrow.
Well, there has to be a night chat session, and you can decide what time it is."
Hu Ge doesn't talk. It's impossible to rest too early when the guests come. After drinking and chatting, can you sleep before twelve o'clock?
It seems that these ten days have not been easy.
Seeing that they didn't want to talk to him, the director clapped his hands and said, "One more thing. The weather is still hot recently. The program team decided to sell fried yogurt at the door starting tomorrow..."
"No, we haven't even figured it out in our shop. We are so busy when two customers come at the same time. There is no time to fry yogurt."
"One works outside and one works inside. It's pretty good. The machine will arrive at noon tomorrow." After the director finished speaking, he patted his butt and left.
Hu Ge suddenly felt that the noodles in the bowl were no longer fragrant.
The fried yogurt was a part that was decided before. It cost one yuan a portion. It was mainly for advertising to the sponsors. It cost more than the cost. It was just fun.
Before coming, the two spent an afternoon doing vocational training.
It's not difficult, just pour the yogurt, cool it down, stir-fry, add seasonal fruits, walnuts, melon seeds, etc., and the seasonings are also various jams. It won't hurt if you add too much. Eat a cup in the hot summer, it is delicious and delicious.
Relieve summer heat.
When Lao Hu came, he also said that he could be responsible for the cashier work and help Qin Xiaobao fry yogurt together in his free time.
But there was no code scanning gun, which disrupted their plans.
"Let's try it first," Qin Xiaobao no longer cares about whether it's funny or not: "Let's try it tomorrow. Fried yogurt is not particularly difficult."
"As for the materials, we must prepare them."
Qin Xiaobao was sluggish. Damn it, he had forgotten about this: "Why don't you call people here earlier? We are really in trouble."
After a simple dinner, Hu Ge went into the house to clean up the room first, as the two of them had to sleep at night.
Qin Xiaobao is also busy. The program team has brought the ingredients for fried yogurt in advance. He packs them separately, seals them and puts them in the freezer.
He didn't want to move for the moment and walked out of the door.
It was already dark outside, and you could clearly hear the chirping of crickets or other small insects in the grass on the roadside. The lights in the village were intermittent, and those who didn't turn on the lights probably meant that no one was home.
Occasionally, a pedestrian passes by on the main road, carrying a hoe. Villagers are still hard-working.
When I looked up, the sky was filled with stars and the Milky Way was sliding from left to right. It was very beautiful.
Taking pictures is not a problem. It’s true that you can’t see stars in a big city like Shanghai, but Qin Xiaobao has seen many of them at the farm, or even if you find a small place with no factories and no light pollution, the night sky is very beautiful.
Snapped!
He casually killed a blood-sucking mosquito on his arm. It would be much cooler than during the day, so he probably needed a quilt to sleep at night.
A figure appeared under the streetlight, looking in the direction that seemed to be towards the supermarket. Qin Xiaobao quickly turned around and walked back, feeling a little embarrassed to be face to face with the customer at the door.
A dozen seconds later the man came in, and after a closer look, he seemed to have seen him somewhere before.
"My grandson wants to eat potato chips."
Qin Xiaobao smiled. He recognized it. Isn't this the uncle who came to buy soy sauce in the afternoon?
"Potato chips, right?" Qin Xiaobao scanned his eyes and quickly found the location: "There are several kinds here, barbecue flavor, tomato flavor, original flavor, your grandson...Uncle, how old are you? You have grandsons.
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The uncle chuckled: "I am 48 years old. I get married early in rural areas. My grandson is already five years old."
Qin Xiaobao expressed his admiration. This person was not good enough a long time ago. It was the result of the joint efforts of father and son.
The uncle looked at the several kinds of potato chips in front of him and was confused: "I haven't eaten them either. Which one is more delicious?"
"My kid, right?" Qin Xiaobao picked up the barbecue-flavored one: "You should like this one better, and eating potato chips makes you thirsty, so the best one is definitely Coke."
"What's so good about Coke? There's water at home." Even so, the uncle obediently ordered a set meal.
"Nine-five dollars in total."
After successfully collecting the money, the uncle waved and left.
Bang bang bang, Hu Ge who heard the sound stood at the door at some point. Watching him serve the customers perfectly, he couldn't help but give him applause.
Qin Xiaobao raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and gave him a high five.
Those who didn’t know thought they had done something big.
There was laughter again in the observation room. I like your serious look. It's very different, funny and interesting.
"It's not that difficult!" Old Hu suddenly gained confidence again.
Qin Xiaobao pointed to the door: "The uncle just came here to buy things in the afternoon."
"Yeah, no wonder it looks familiar."
"His son is twenty-six years old this year." Qin Xiaobao continued.
Lao Hu was puzzled: "What then?"
"His grandson is five years old, you have to work hard!"