New White Snake Asking Immortals

The night is slightly cool.

Raising the temperature can enhance the activity of snakes, but if it is too hot, they will still find shade to dissipate heat.

In the hot weather, Bai changed into cool summer clothes and revised the business hours. During the day, he only did business at noon in the morning, and found a place to cool off in the afternoon. He started to set up a stall in the evening and worked until midnight. It was cool at night. Some money to eat snacks and rest.

Bai Yujun only had four small tables and several folded bamboo stools.

It’s not good to start the burrito business in the evening, because people want to eat something else after get off work, so a certain white researched and decided to set up a stall to sell cold noodles and cold soup noodles.

The soup is prepared in advance, with several flavors of light and spicy, with a slightly different world style.

Step on a bamboo stool and straighten your arms to change to a flag signboard, monster cold noodles.

Cook some noodles first and cool them down for later use. Prepare all kinds of spicy seasonings. In order to be special, I went to the specialty wholesale market to buy some wild vegetables. I can make spicy cold noodles, tomato cold noodles, scallion oil cold noodles, etc. Kind of taste.

To be a cart vendor, you need to make changes according to the environment, not to give up the main products, but also to let customers have choices.

At night, there are few motor vehicles passing in front of the school, and there are many pedestrians.

Sure enough, pedestrians wandering around in the cool air at night are willing to order some cold noodles.

The small tables filled up quickly, and some casual customers simply squatted on the curb with paper bowls and ate. The soup was made of pure water gathered by magic, so it didn't cause stomach upset.

The price of a certain white is fair and fair, and the reputation is good.

One night it was past seven o'clock.

Busy and busy, I suddenly looked up with a feeling in my heart, and saw Zhenbei in dirty camouflage clothes.

This kid's face is covered with cement dust, and his rubber shoes are so broken that they can't be broken anymore. He obviously just came out to look for food after working as a bricklayer. His hair is like a pig's nest. Moubai was stunned, and didn't notice that the cigarette fell to the ground.

"You... you set up a stall here?"

The look of seeing a ghost, maybe the look of seeing a demon is more appropriate.

Bai Yujun spread her arms and rolled her eyes.

"Didn't you already see it? When did you come out? Don't go to school anymore?"

"No more, my family is poor, come out early to work to earn money to subsidize the family's expenses, you sell a bowl of noodles for a few yuan, I just finished work and haven't eaten yet."

Zhenbei pointed to the cold noodle soup and his stomach growled. The cold noodle soup is good and cool, and he will feel fuller after eating the soup.

"My business is good today. I'll treat you to a free meal. Sit over there and wait for a while."

"Thank you, just call me if you need anything later."

Needless to say, it was possible to fight at any time before, and now we have become friends, which is very strange. Maybe a bowl of cold noodle soup is not worth a few dollars, but it is a friendship.

Zhenbei went to the back and looked under the tree. All the people present were city people. They looked at their clothes, turned around and went back to squatting on the curb next to the cart.

Bai Yujun glanced at it and said nothing, it really made him not used to it in the past, just be as casual as possible.

The little hand grabbed the cold noodles and put them in a bowl, and gave them two servings, adding soup, cucumbers, tomatoes, and spicy peppers, and adding two more boiled and peeled eggs. After thinking about it, I added some tender green andrographis, and took a pair of chopsticks to pass To Zhenbei.

"Eat slowly by myself, I have to work on other customers."

"Okay~"

Put the cigarette in your mouth on your ear, hold the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, squatting on the side of the cart and pulling it into your mouth.

Bai Yujun shook his head. He was a very strong boy. Others were still in junior high school, falling in love and rebellious, but he had to go out to work as a coolie. The children of the poor had long been in charge of their families, and the same sky had different fates.

Dim street lights illuminate the snack barbeque stand at the school gate, energy-saving lamps with paper umbrella lampshades illuminate the cart brightly, and there are no mosquitoes. Zhenbei feels very comfortable squatting next to the cart.

There are quite a lot of customers, and Bai is very busy.

The nearby barbecue stalls are drinking beer, and the meat skewers are sizzling.

Zhenbei was full, especially the two eggs, who were very hungry. When they were full and had nothing to do, they went to collect the tableware and throw it into the trash can when the customers left, and helped wipe the table.

The small stall is very busy, but also very full.

After a long time, finally having time to make a bamboo bench to rest for a while, Bai Yujun threw a bottle of soda to Zhenbei.

呲~

The kid directly opened it with his hands, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Boy, why do you come out to work when you are so good? It's all wasted."

Hearing this, Zhenbei smiled wryly.

"I only know how to fight and kill. Now it's a peaceful time and there's no place to display it. Besides, being hired to kill is purely evil, so I can only work hard to make money."

"Are you short of money?"

"It's not particularly lacking. My mother has high blood pressure and heart disease. You know high blood pressure. Even if you have money, you can't cure it. You can only support it. But as you get older, many organs in your body will go wrong. You have to take a lot of medicine and spend a lot of money every year." Money, the money my dad earns from farming and selling grain and going out to work is only enough to take medicine.”

"What do you do in the city, are you tired?"

"Mason, carrying cement bricks up the stairs is not tiring for me."

Bai Yujun nodded. In fact, there were many things that he couldn't say. Zhenbei didn't know how to judge fate or luck. Naturally, he couldn't see that his own face was gloomy and filial. He sighed and remained silent.

It was late at night, and people who wandered outside enjoying the coolness went home to rest one after another.

Zhenbei helped Bai Yujun close the stall, and then returned to the shed with the cement gray camouflage clothes.

Bai Yujun pushed the cart back home, walked past the street lamps and ginkgo trees, disappeared into the darkness and appeared under the light again, the lonely little figure pushed the cart away, and the fat orange cat sat on the cart and looked around.

Dogs barked occasionally from behind the iron gate on the side of the road, and only a few taxis passed by on the street.

The lights on the signboards of Internet cafes are flickering, and there are more rolling doors along the street with small advertisements with pictures of lock repair numbers.

The dim yellow light of the street lamps sometimes brightens and sometimes dims, stretching the shadows of the white flood dragon and the orange cat...

Back at the rental house, I simply took a shower and put on soft pajamas, curled up on the bed and slept soundly, the wind blew the curtains, and the shoebox beside the bed was full of coins and change...

An ordinary day ends.

Sometimes I would secretly go back to see my parents and younger sister, and I often stood downstairs in the community to watch the lights go out...

...

From that day on, Zhenbei would come to help set up a stall every night after work, and his salary was a bowl of hearty cold noodles.

Maybe it's because no one talks when they are away from home. As the same abnormal creatures, they always have a lot of common language. After talking a lot and getting to know each other, Bai Yujun finally understood why this kid has a strong evil spirit.

He is a battle spirit of the ninth world, who died several times on the battlefield and was reborn with memories. This life seems to be the tenth life.

The soul of the army, the spirit of the army, was born for war.

Zhenbei guessed that it was Bai Yujun who fell from the falling dragon that day, with a huge body and terrifying combat power.

It's really rare that the two monsters lived in peace and didn't fight.

Except for rainy days and rests, I usually go out on time and pay all the money. I can’t do nothing and waste it. Gradually, the small cart has become a gathering place for acquainted relatives and friends.

The younger sister often came to have lunch at noon, Yun occasionally came to help, and Zhenbei only came to help at night.

Small energy-saving lamps illuminate the cozy stall...

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