I came home from work last evening, walked through the vegetable market, and wanted to buy some onions and small greens. I followed the right side of the main road, from east to west, winding around pedestrians and electric vehicles, scanning the stalls one by one, almost halfway to the distance, and finally caught a glimpse of an onion on a stall. Glancing at the look, it was not bad, so I squatted down to choose.
At this time, I only heard a woman's voice from the right back: "Yo, look at your tomatoes so beautiful, raw food must be delicious!" With that, he squatted down and fiddled with the tomatoes. I followed the prestige and saw that the tomatoes looked really good——- ripe, pure red, full and round, like a rich lady like Xue Baochao, unlike the tomatoes on other stalls, which were yellow in the middle, like the yellow haired girls who cut grass and fed pigs next door. Thinking about it, I continued to look down and pick the onion.
At this time, I only listened to the stall owner open the conversation box: "My tomatoes are absolutely good, the taste of childhood, the enjoyment of childhood, the taste that cannot be forgotten..."Yo, the vegetable seller also talked about the comparison sentence! I couldn't help but glance up: a man in his fifties, with a pointed chin, a long thin face, slightly dark skin, shiny eyes when talking, and hair on his forehead that swayed rhythmically as he gushed. Seeing me looking at him, the stall owner was even more excited: "The taste of childhood, the enjoyment of childhood, the taste of forgetting, the tomato (qi á) that I did not eat enough..." This time, several platoons were clearly heard. The "tomato" of "tomato" is also pronounced (qi á), which place in Shuyang is this the vernacular of Shuyang?
I pondered, and the woman next to me laughed and praised while picking tomatoes, "You see people, you can talk a lot, and you must be able to talk when you sell things!" The stall owner listened even harder, "Ripening tomatoes are cheap, but you can't buy them, and you'll regret it in twenty years!" Naturally ripe tomatoes protect your child's body. Delicious is the last word, saving money is harmful to children. "Listen, how earnest the words are, how serious the admonitions are, not only for the customer to be good now, but also to consider the future of the child..... I was a little impressed. Especially when he talked about the "taste of childhood", I did remember when I was a child picking tomatoes in the vegetable field..." So I moved to the right and prepared to pick a few in front of the tomatoes.
At this time, the woman had picked up a bag, handed it to the stall owner, and heard her say, "I'm going to shoot him writing this billboard!" With that said, I turned my head and fixed my eyes on a white foam-bottomed billboard leaning against the tomato front fruit, which read the same set that the stall owner had just said. Just now I regret that I didn't fully remember what the stall owner said later. So I also picked up my mobile phone to take a picture, and looked at the words and wrote well, which should be a bit of experience. Only to hear the male stall owner proudly recite a word, saying that he once stayed in a certain organ and unit in the south, and also wrote a speech for a certain leader, where the words on the wall of the compound were also written by him..."
While listening to the proud history of the stall owner, I glanced east and saw that there were beans on the ground on the right side of the aisle of the vegetable stall, so I asked, "Is this your family?" He immediately smiled and replied, "Yes, yes, even the woman." I smirked and looked at the female stall owner on the east side. The female stall owner smiled softly, and I handed her a few dishes to weigh. While she turned her back to the customer and weighed the dish, the male stall owner played another lip on the side: "We are a perfect match!" I looked up at them curiously, and he added hurriedly: "We are both very thin, not fat!" I smiled back.
After the dish was weighed, the code was scanned to pay, and I walked back with the dish, reminiscing about the words of the stall owner. A "taste of childhood" made me buy two more dishes. I remember the book "Influence" that people are unconsciously affected by others and the environment. The mystery of this psychology comes from the rich heart of man. When the customer has a "recognition" psychology, "psychology" and "economics" quietly hold hands, like Mona Lisa's smile is as confused and subtle.
When I got home, I immediately washed a tomato and lay down on the couch to taste the "taste of childhood"...