An Jing frowned as she looked at An Ran and the sausage in front of her.
An Ran took the sausage from the boss's hand, saw his appearance and asked, "What's wrong?"
An Ran said nothing.
She asked again, "Do you want to eat?"
After she finished speaking, she took a bite of the grilled sausage in her hand. The meat was plump and juicy. When she bit it, the juice overflowed. It was tender and full of delicious taste on the tongue is blended with the sweetness of the sauce, and the slight sourness and spicyness are intertwined with the aroma of meat, awakening the desire of the taste buds.
She instantly felt the impact of the heat wave in her mouth, and the rich smoky flavor filled her mouth, making people want to take a second bite.
It’s no wonder that when people are unhappy, they can be temporarily cured by delicious food.
An Jing originally didn't want to eat because he was a little afraid of getting dirty, but when he saw An Ran eating one bite after another and being very satisfied, he accidentally changed his mind and said, "Eat."
He stretched out his hand, ready to pick up the other uneaten sausage in An Ran's hand.
An Ran's hand quickly moved to the side, "This belongs to someone else. If you want to eat it, buy it yourself."
An Jing was speechless, "Who is it? More important than me?"
An Ran thought, "No one is more important than you."
But he said, "First come, first served, you know?"
Turning her head, she looked at the owner of the fried stall and said, "Boss, let me have another sausage. He will pay for it."
She motioned to the boss to look at An Jing beside her.
"Okay." The boss asked An Jing with a smile, "Does the handsome guy like spicy food?"
An Jing reluctantly replied, "Eat."
If An Ran hadn't asked the boss to make a new sausage for him, he wouldn't have wanted it.
The boss cut Anjing's grilled sausages into pieces and fried them in oil. Then he took out four rice cakes from the pot and said, "Little girl, do you want tomato sauce or chili sauce on the rice cakes?"
"Two sticks of chili sauce..." An Ran eats chili herself, but she is not sure whether Shi Jian likes ketchup or chili sauce, so she hesitates for a moment.
When she hesitated, the boss asked again, "Where are the other two? Tomato ones?"
Before An Ran could answer, An Jing answered quickly, "Chili sauce."
"I haven't thought about it yet." An Ran glanced sideways at An Jing and said to the boss, "One for pepper and one for tomato."
Since you’re not sure, it’s all good! Adults don't make choices.
"Are you giving this to others too?" An Jing finally figured it out, and An Ran had no intention of inviting him to eat.
He originally wanted to say, how could she eat so many rice cakes by herself, but now that she is eating them by asking the boss to spread the sauce, she must not be eating them by herself.
He knew that Anron liked tomatoes and disliked ketchup.
When they were children, every time they went to McDonald's or KFC, she would ask him to ask the waiter to get two more chili sauces, and the fries would be eaten plain or dipped in chili sauce.
The heat of the grilled sausage gradually spread throughout the body, warm and satisfying. An Ran felt that her whole body felt warmer.
An Jing turned around and wanted to deliver sausages and rice cakes to Shi Jian. When An Jing saw that she was leaving, he quickly said, "Where are you going?"
"Go find a friend."
"Wait for me." An Jing took out the money from his pocket and asked the boss, "How much is the total?"
"One and a half yuan for grilled sausages and [-] cents for rice cakes." The boss quickly counted, "A total of two and a half yuan."
An Jing looked at the money in his hand. The smallest one was fifty. He was about to take it out and give it to the boss. The boss smiled and said, "Young handsome boy, do you have any change? Give me fifty and I will give you all the change." , I won’t have any money to give to others later.”
An Jing shook his head, "The rest is 100 yuan."
The owner of the fried stall kept looking at An Ran, "Little girl, just pay him the money, and he will spread the money later and let him pay you back."
No matter how much An Ran digs, she won't pay An Jing two and a half yuan. The most important thing is that this man gave her two thousand on the weekend.
So he changed the hand of the half-eaten sausage, took out a neat stack of banknotes from his pants pocket, and handed it to An Jing, "Take five yuan for yourself!"
An Jing couldn't help but feel a knot in his heart, "Will you die if you give me a few more dollars?"
"No." An Ran shook his head, "But you can't ask for that much."
If I give you money, my heart will ache!
An Jing complained about her, but his actions were honest. He really only took out a five-dollar ticket and handed it to the boss.
"I'm leaving. You can wait slowly." There were so many people at the fried stall and the smoke was heavy. An Ran didn't want to wait any longer.
An Jing was very unhappy. He looked at the half-fried rice cakes and sausages in the oil pan, and then at An Ran, "Who are you looking for and what are you doing?"
"Find my classmate for tutoring."
"Can't you wait for me to come with you?"
"You go back by car and we go back by bike. What's the point of being together?" An Ran walked further and further away.
When Hua Zhan came out of school, he saw An Jing standing in front of the frying truck, silently looking at An Ran's back, "Why didn't your sister wait for you?"
"Little handsome guy, your fried food is ready, do you want to take it away or eat it here?" the owner of the fried stall asked at the right time.
"Pack it up." An Jing glanced around and found that there were several classmates, including girls. He was too embarrassed to eat these in front of everyone.
"Okay." The boss quickly took out a disposable lunch box from the side and put the sausages and rice cakes that An Ran ordered for him.
Hua Zhan looked on, "You only bought this much, is it enough?"
An Jing glanced at him, "What, you want to eat?"
Hua Zhan doesn't usually eat these. He wants to eat them, but is too embarrassed to admit directly, "Is it delicious?"
An Jing said speechlessly, "I've never eaten it, how do I know?"
Hua Zhan encouraged him, "Try it now!"
An Jing gritted his teeth, "Believe it or not, I can stuff it directly into your mouth."
The two of them were outstanding in terms of height, appearance and temperament. The classmates waiting to buy fried food next to them silently paid attention to them regardless of whether they knew them or not.
Even though the owner of the fried stall was busy working quickly, he didn't forget to listen to their chat.
As he handed the packaged fried food to An Jing, he asked, "Is that little girl just now your sister?"
Ann nodded.
The boss laughed and said, "Your sister buys fried food for others, but she won't buy it for you either!"
A student nearby heard this and couldn't help laughing.
An Jing couldn't laugh, so she could only find the steps for herself, "Didn't she give me money?!"
"That's right! I gave you the money to buy it for you!" The boss smiled and took back his hand, turned around and asked Hua Zhan, "What do you want to eat, handsome boy? It's very delicious. If you haven't tried it before, you'll know. "
Hua Zhan hesitantly looked at the neatly arranged ingredients on the stainless steel plate in front of the dining car. "What is that?" he asked, pointing to a bunch of meat that looked like he didn't know what it was.
"Treasure in the palm of your hand!" the boss replied.
"What about this one?"
“Chicken skewers.”
"what about this?"
"Kebab."
"what about this?"
"Fish Ball."
"This……"
"Young man, don't ask. The other students are waiting. They are all delicious. Don't worry!" The boss got a little impatient when asked, "Meat-eating here, vegetarian here."
Hua Zhan turned around and saw the classmates waiting in line looking at him. Feeling very embarrassed, he quickly said, "Four skewers of mutton skewers, two skewers of fish balls, and the rest are the same as him."
He pointed at An Jing next to him, "He pays!"
An Jing Bengbu paused and wanted to curse, "You pay for it yourself!"
"Your young master has so much pocket money, what's wrong with treating me to some fried food?"
"No please!" An Jing refused coldly, "If you want to eat, you can buy it yourself."
"I'll go! You're too stingy." Because An Jing has a lot of pocket money, he is usually more generous to his friends, let alone a good person like Hua Zhan.
Sometimes everyone goes out to KTV together on the weekends, playing board games, skating, etc. Anjing never cares about the money. Today, he didn’t want to invite these fried strings. Hua Zhan was shocked, "Where did your money go?"
"none of your business!"
An Jing took the fried fried food packed in his hand, turned around and walked out. Somehow, looking at Hua Zhan's surprised face, the depression he had just suffered from An Ran finally eased.
When he got into his family's private car and took his first bite of grilled sausage, the crispy outer layer made a slight clicking sound in his mouth, releasing an alluring aroma. He couldn't stop eating at all.
"No wonder there are so many people queuing up every day." An Jing sat in the back seat of the car, eating grilled sausages one after another, and reluctantly looked out the window at the popular fried stall in the distance.
He was eating happily, and the tempting aroma also attracted the driver in the front seat.
"It smells so good. Master, is this delicious?"
"It's okay." An Jing replied restrainedly, "If you want to eat it, I'll bring it to you to try next time."
"Thank you, Master, I just wanted to ask." The driver said happily, "These are the things you kids like to eat, we don't want them."
"There are adults buying it too." An Jing finished the sausage in two bites and felt that he was still unsatisfied. He took out a bunch of fried rice cakes from the packing box and said, "Uncle Zhang, open the car window and let some air flow."
"Drive after you finish eating. There will be dust." The driver who drove Anjing had been working for Anjia for several years. He was familiar with Anjing and Anran. He was not tall, had a kind face, and had a good temper.
"Okay." An nodded, "Don't tell my mother that I ate from a roadside stall."
The outer shell of the fried rice cake was golden and crispy. Anjing looked at it for a while, then bit it gently, making a pleasant clicking sound. When chewing, the inside of the fried rice cake was soft and delicate, forming a perfect contrast with the crispy outer layer. , releasing a unique magic power in his mouth.
"Why is it so delicious?!" An Jing was amazed inwardly.
"Master, do you want to wait for Master Hua Zhan?" The driver saw Hua Zhan coming this way from a distance.
An Jing's attention was entirely on the rice cakes and he couldn't reply to him in time. He couldn't help but ask again, "Master?"
"Ok?"
"Master Hua Zhan is here."
"Let him come up." An Jing immediately thought of the six fried skewers Hua Zhan bought more than him!
……
When you get home safely.
When Mrs. An saw her entering the room, she waved to her and asked her to sit next to her.
"Mom!" An Ran put her schoolbag aside and sat down next to her.
"Mrs. Wei came to my house for afternoon tea today. Do you know her son, right?"
"I know, Aunt Wei's son is studying in Los Angeles. He is 13 years old today." An Ran quickly remembered the Mrs. Wei that Mrs. An introduced to her at the last banquet, and specifically mentioned that Mrs. Wei has a very outstanding son in Los Angeles.
Mrs. Wei has a total of two sons. The son in Los Angeles is the eldest son.
Mrs. Wei's husband, Mr. Wei, usually spends two-thirds of the year doing business in Los Angeles. Mrs. Wei takes care of her younger son alone in China, and her eldest son lives and goes to school with her husband in Los Angeles.
"Yes, that's him." Mrs. An put down the fashion magazine she was reading and turned to look at An Ran, who was sitting on the sofa. "When you come down to eat later, hide your hair from me."
It seemed that she still couldn't accept An Ran's new hair style, so she stopped her now out of desire to share.
An Ran nodded, indicating that he understood.
Mrs. An continued, "Mrs. Wei's son sets his own alarm clock before going to bed recently. He goes to bed at about 10:30, gets up at 3:50 in the morning, and calls a car to go swimming. Swimming is from 4:45 to 6:30. Then he would call his own car to go home and take the school bus to school. On the way back, he would call his father and ask him to pick him up, because the 15-minute ride cost more than 30 US dollars, which he thought was expensive."
"Mrs. Wei's son is really self-disciplined." An Ran praised, pretending to be surprised.
"With self-discipline comes freedom." Mrs. An raised her head slightly and raised her chin to look at her, "otherwise, why would Mrs. Wei's eldest son be so good at everything? Not everyone is as lucky as you."
Mrs. Wei's eldest son is 13 years old this year and is already among the top athletes in the national youth swimming competition. When Mrs. An introduced her to him that day, she highlighted that this boy had just won a gold medal in a national competition last week.
Although Mrs. Wei had been saying modestly at the time: "I don't care much about my son. His father is busy every day, so he can't care about him. He takes care of himself. Sometimes I think this kid is a bit awesome. It may be an illusion." , because he drives me crazy a lot of the time.”
But everyone can feel the happiness and joy on his face.
Words may be deceiving, but physical reactions . Wei was very proud of her eldest son.
I am excellent because of good luck, and others are excellent because of super self-discipline and hard work? The adoptive mother will still ignore her efforts as always.
An Ran sat on the sofa and curiously asked Mrs. An, "He really likes swimming, right?"
Otherwise, if a person gets up so early, what strength can he rely on to support him? "I like it, even though he is an average swimmer." Mrs. An thought about what Mrs. Wei said to her today and replied, "He has not yet achieved complete self-discipline in my heart."
That is, the child you need is as precise and emotionally stable as a robot.
Why don't you give birth to a robot?
An Ran complained silently.
"What is your purpose in telling me this?"
"There is no purpose, I just want to tell you."
"That's weird. There is no purpose in what you say. When I don't do well, you will say that I have told you excellent role models and examples. Don't you know how to learn them? I am not as stupid as you. of?!"
An Ran cursed in her heart, dealing with the two lives. Of course she understood Mrs. An's thoughts and some of the logic of doing things. 1314(End of this chapter)