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"Don't be shameless!"
Suddenly, a discordant whisper interrupted Ye Nan's rare state of philosophical enlightenment.
"Really shameless!"
"You see, he's showing off to the customers again!"
"No wonder business is good!"
"Ah, so jealous. Blame it on my parents for teaching me too well. It's better to be a little lowly and make money!"
The owners of several breakfast stalls nearby are already on the offensive.
Two middle-aged women, purely envious but powerless.
One middle-aged man, purely covetous but unable to obtain.
Shumei is the only one with a storefront. The rest of the breakfast shops only have a stall. It seems that Shumei is indeed doing good business.
Shumei Upon hearing the surrounding comments, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes showed a hint of panic. But she quickly adjusted, returning to normal as if she hadn't heard anything. Clearly, she was accustomed to such malicious slander.
And, also used to tolerate, not taking action, not fighting back.
"I wonder if there's something in her family's buns!"
The middle-aged woman making pancakes on the side sneered, looking mean, still talking.
Shumei's forbearance did not achieve the desired result of calming things down.
"That's for sure!" another woman making steamed buns chimed in with a laugh, "Haven't you smelled the delicious and fragrant aroma of the buns!"
As they spoke, they covered their mouths and chuckled mischievously.
On the other side, the creepy uncle who was frying the dough sticks was ignited by this conversation, with steam coming out of his triangular eyes, and he fiercely glanced at several parts of Shumei's body. Shumei's body trembled even more. Her eye sockets were a little moist.
The busy hands of a pair of tender green onions are not as nimble as before. She bites her lip, trying to maintain a calm expression. Ah... the life of a dog...
Ye Nan Let out a light sigh in his heart. He is not a saint. Since he was young, the old man always said that his son's heart was kept in the cold storage.
After many years of bloody killing, he had long moved from the morgue to the freezer.
But...
Who made him just have a spiritual exchange with Mengde's soul...
Ye Nan took a steamed bun out of the plastic bag as if nothing had happened and took a big bite. "Wow, it's so delicious!" Ye Nan wasn't exaggerating. Shumei's buns had thin skin and a lot of filling. The meat filling was also seasoned with some kind of sauce, very fresh and refreshing.
Upon hearing Ye Nan's sincere approval, the aggrieved Shumei finally showed a hint of comfort and a sense of accomplishment in her eyes. She was about to say again: "If it's delicious, please come and support the business more in the future." But as she was about to speak, she trembled all over, timidly glanced at the several breakfast stalls on both sides, and closed her mouth.
"Boss lady, these buns of yours are awesome!"
"They're delicious!"
Ye Nan didn't hesitate to give a thumbs up.
The nearby stall owners all showed jealous but powerless expressions.
Country bumpkin!
Never had anything good to eat in their whole life!
How many buns, look at your dead appearance!
"Thank you!"
Shumei's eyes became even more moist.
She is no longer just a simple girl, of course she can see that the clean but not very sunny young man in front of her is deliberately boosting his own morale.
"How much is left?" Ye Nan asked with a mouthful of buns, speaking unclearly.
"What?" Shumei was taken aback.
"Baozi." Ye Nan pointed to the steamer, "Plus the ones that haven't been steamed yet."
"About one hundred..." Shumei answered instinctively.
She runs the shop alone, preparing ingredients every night, waking up in the early morning to make the baozi. She can sell about two hundred of them every day.
"I'll take them all." Ye Nan took out his phone, scanned the QR code, and said, "Pack up the steamed ones for me to take away now, and steam the uncooked ones quickly. When they're ready, deliver them to Villa 8 in Zone C."
"Beep! Alipay payment received, 5000 yuan!"
A not-so-quiet notification sounded in the shop.
"Ah?!"
Shumei is silly!
All... all taken?!
What does this mean....
The mean women at the nearby stalls and the creepy uncle were staring with wide eyes.
The woman at the pancake stall was so lost in thought that her fingers involuntarily touched the pan, causing her to howl in pain.
"Not enough?" Ye Nan saw Shumei lost in thought, as if she were an unparalleled overlord, calmly lowering her head and lightly tapping her fingers a few times.
"Alipay payment received, 5000 yuan!"
Once again, the alert sounded, like a mischievous landmine bouncing around in the hearts of several other vendors, even creating a sense of rhythm.
" “gurgle"!" The woman cooking rice voraciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her eyes revealing an uncontrollable greed.
The corner of the creepy guy's mouth twisted, and a drop of saliva fell into the boiling oil, making a sizzling sound. "Not enough yet?" Ye Nan asked calmly, seeing Shumei still lost in thought. This guy was only calm on the surface.
In my heart...
Refreshing!
So refreshing!
Is this the happiness of President Ba?
Is this the pleasure of throwing money at people?
Is this the confidence of Long Autian, Ye Chen, and other seniors?
He didn't realize that using a mere ten thousand yuan to attack people would make Long and Ye feel embarrassed and kick him out of the group chat. Is ten thousand yuan not precious to Ye Nan? This is the total amount in his account.
The service fees for the five senior sisters have not been paid yet.
The salary for Haiqing Group has not been issued either.
In the past, I wouldn't dare to show off like Ye Nan.
But now.
Panic for what!
A black card lies quietly in the pocket.
Small volume, big energy.
So warm, so secure!
Mr. Qi, actually the area of my right cheek is slightly larger, I can slap two at once.
"That's enough!!"
Shumei finally came to her senses, as if she had stepped on the accelerator and nearly took off right there.
"No no no!" Immediately, she hastily waved her hands, her face full of panic and confusion, "Too much, too much! I don't need that much at all..." "Save it." Ye Nan casually waved his hand, with a tone that was three parts casual, three parts showing off, three parts showing off, and one part showing off.
"From now on, I want all the buns every day."
"The money is gone, come to me for a renewal.
Several stall owners nearby looked at Shumei with jealous eyes, and Ye Nan was secretly delighted.
Because they also gave Ye Nan a portion of their gaze, which was filled with awe!"
"But this... this..." Shumei was completely flustered, repeatedly wiping her hands on her apron, feeling anxious and uneasy.
Ten thousand yuan, for her, was two months' worth of income.
"What's the problem?" Ye Nan raised an eyebrow. "You have money but don't want to earn more?"
"Ah! No!" Shumei quickly waved her hand.
She really needed the money.
Her panicked appearance was surprisingly cute, even more alluring.
"Why are you standing there? Start packing." Ye Nan chuckled softly.
"Oh, oh, okay..." Shumei then started hurriedly packing all the steamed buns that were ready.
Her heart was already racing.
If her body hadn't forcibly limited her speed, she would probably have already walked halfway there. Ye Nan nodded in satisfaction, and the peerless master glanced at the three bickering idiots around him, and said slowly and deliberately, "Boss lady, I envy you. You're off work early in the morning. Not like us laborers, still struggling to go to work and do business. Sigh..."
He says "we" with his mouth, but his eyes are looking at "them."
The three idiots suddenly looked like they had been force-fed Oreo cookies, with their faces all smeared and turning dark.
It's like a feeling of wanting to vomit blood.
The gaze of the three people kept shifting back and forth between the phones in Shumei and Ye Nan's hands, repeating more than ten times.
Ten thousand yuan!
Without doing anything, ten thousand yuan!
But think about it carefully, this ten thousand yuan was earned by the three of them helping Shumei. Without their big mouths, today would have been just an ordinary day for Shumei. Thinking about this, they felt even more regret and the urge to die, filled with remorse and the desire to scratch the walls!
Oh, the gears of fate, sometimes they just turn so capriciously.
Shumei was taken aback when she heard this, staring blankly at Ye Nan, unable to control the impulsive tears that sprang from her eyes.
If she still didn't understand that the young man in front of her was venting for her, then she would have suffered so many years of beatings from society in vain.
Bitterness, grievances, unwillingness, and helplessness all welled up in her throat in an instant.
She had a strong urge to confide everything to this unfamiliar young person.
But her choked-up throat couldn't produce a single sound.
Can she make a sound? Will she speak?
No.
There is something that will stop her.
The scientific name is: the sense of stupidity.
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