My father liked to eat pork intestine powder for breakfast, the kind without filling, with sweet sauce, oil, dark soy sauce and sesame seeds.
As he grew older, life became simpler, and the servants, for convenience, made only toast, milk and Ahuatian every day, and ate less pork intestine powder.
When I returned home to accompany his old man's home, I would go to the market early in the morning and patronize the stall that did the best. Which is the best? Of course the most guests.
The wife who sells pork intestine powder, a man in his forties and fifties, has a very familiar face and thinks that he has seen it somewhere before.
There were already six or seven housewives waiting, and she slowly and methodically opened the lid of the steamer basket, took it out one by one, and cut it with a large pair of scissors and drizzled with sauce. I took the gap and said to her, "I want three, pack it, and come back and get it." ”
"Oh." She answered.
The movement is so slow, it will take at least fifteen minutes for my turn. Looking at the watch, I walked to other stalls to see seafood and vegetables.
The time on the vegetable stall is almost over, and I turn back to the pork intestine flour stall.
"Okay?" Ask the vendor.
She said "Oh" again, not the answer at all, knowing that the order she had just placed was not heeded.
It took a lot of trouble to ask again, only to patiently retake the waiting, and now there are four or five more guests, and I am at the bottom of the list.
Good to go and wait.
"How much?" She asked expressionlessly.
Apparently, she took what I had said as the wind in her ears.
"Three, pack." I repeat.
Saying thank you when I pay has become a habit for me and has lost its original meaning.
She nodded to me.
Back at home, my father tried it and said it was delicious, and I was satisfied. The sullenness that I had just suffered was completely eliminated.
The next day, when I bought pork intestine powder, I didn't dare to walk through the streets and obediently lined up behind the four or five housewives so that I wouldn't waste time.
Another one was my turn.
"A portion of pork intestine powder." Wait a minute and get it. Behind her, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl shouted.
"Oh." The woman who sold pork intestine powder answered.
I knew that the woman who said it was equal to not saying it, and would definitely wait again like I did last time, and couldn't help but smile.
"How much?"
I looked up at the pig intestine powder seller, and this time she smiled, as if she understood what was on my mind.
"Three, pack."
When I was done, I said thank you and took it home.
The same process happened several times.
It's my turn again.
This time, the woman who sold pork intestine powder spoke first.
"It's not that I didn't hear the man." She explained: "You know, people like us have a bad memory, and we have tried to make mistakes, people want four, I wrapped three, let them scold so fierce." ”
I nodded in sympathy. Received my money, and this time she said thank you.
"Buy it back for your wife to eat?" she asked.
"Give it to your father."
The woman who sells pork intestine powder listened to Tim one more, and I pushed that the old people could not eat it, don't waste it. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, she still stuffed it.
"People like us are useless," they said. But I don't believe I'm useless. "At one point, she complained to me.
"Don't keep talking about people like us?" I protest.
"Do you want me to use mental retardation?" This kind of person is this kind of person. She did not have any inferiority at all: "I came out to sell things, on my own, one by one, one by one." The more I sell, the less I feel like I look like a person like us, you say? ”
I looked at her, and in addition to self-confidence, there was also mischievousness in her eyes.
"Yes." I'm sure.
"Hey, I've been here a few times, why haven't I done it yet?" A woman in her thirties behind her shouted loudly: "That person is later than me, how do you sell to her first?" ”
"Sold to you! Sell it to you! Sell it to you! Sell it to you! ......”
The woman who sold pork intestine powder grabbed a piece of intestinal powder, cut it vigorously, and cut it dozens of knives. He kept cutting and talking about selling to you, pretending to be an idiot of a hundred baxians, frightening the man to the face and running away.
I couldn't stop laughing, and she laughed cheerfully. From the tear-drenched gaze, she looked beautiful.