diskusbooks Chapter 110 Meeting Dou Niang Again
Chapter 110 Meeting Dou Niang Again
"What about the area around the theater?" Jiang Yu asked, with a searching look in his eyes, trying to find a new way out of this predicament.
"Since there is no suitable location at the entrance to the night market, then we can just abandon it. It's not a bad idea to choose the theater, right?" He turned slightly to face Cheng Yuntao, his eyes fixed on her, waiting for her answer.
Cheng Yuntao shook her head, her eyes revealing helplessness and a clear understanding of the world. She raised her chin slightly and motioned Jiang Yu to look in the direction of the theater.
"It's not that simple. Haven't you noticed? There's not even a single person running a business in the open space in front of the theater, let alone a vendor setting up a proper stall."
She took a few quick steps forward, pulled Jiang Yu closer to the theater, and pointed to the open space.
"It's obvious that someone had already given instructions. They didn't want the theater entrance to be cluttered and disturbing to the theatergoers."
"Think about it, those dignitaries and wealthy ladies coming to see the theater, who would want to be confronted by a mess of stalls and the mixed aroma of food and fireworks? The theater naturally has to maintain this area well, ensuring that the audience can enter and exit in a clean and elegant environment."
"People engaged in various kinds of livelihoods in Nanfang City are classified as lowly people and are looked down upon by others. But those who come here for entertainment are wealthy and idle people from other markets in the city. Naturally, they cannot be neglected." Cheng Yuntao withdrew his hand and sighed again, obviously distressed about this.
Jiang Yu followed her gaze, frowned slightly, and had to admit in his heart that what Cheng Yuntao said was absolutely right.
"If I could get this spot in front of the theater and set up a stall, I wouldn't have to worry about making money. But I can't find a way to do it right now, so I have to put it aside for now."
"How about this, let's go ask the vendors at the entrance of the night market to find out what the situation is."
Cheng Yuntao was not someone who gave up easily. Her brief depression was like a light snow in spring, which passed in a flash. She quickly cheered up again and trotted excitedly towards a place not far away.
Jiang Yu looked at her back as she walked away, and hurriedly caught up with her.
As we got closer, the noisy voices and the hawking sounds became clearer and clearer in our ears.
She had been in a hurry and was trying to get inside, so she hadn't had time to carefully observe the entrance. Cheng Yuntao looked around curiously at the various vendors, her eyes moving among the crowd.
Suddenly, a familiar figure came into her sight, and she was startled. The woman who sold soy milk at the corner every morning was also here!
Dou Qiaohui was still wearing her usual plain clothes, the coarse cloth a bit pale from washing, but clean and tidy, exuding a sense of simplicity. The baby on her back was already fast asleep, its cheeks flushed, its head tilted to one side, pressed tightly against its mother's frail back.
Cheng Yuntao's gaze shifted to Dou Qiaohui's stall again, and she found that the stall at night was very different from the one in the morning, and was much simpler.
In the early morning, there are always big buckets of soy milk, steaming hot and emitting a strong bean fragrance, attracting passers-by. Now the iconic big buckets of soy milk are gone, replaced by various braised bean products, such as braised dried tofu, braised bean curd, braised bean skin, etc.
They were neatly arranged one by one according to their type, and each item was placed in an orderly manner. Although it was just a small stall, it was managed in an orderly manner by the woman.
Cheng Yuntao walked past the other stalls and went straight to Dou Qiaohui: "Sister, do you still remember me?"
There weren't many customers buying food at this time, and it was a free time. When Dou Qiaohui heard someone asking her a question, she perked up and looked up.
"Hey, I have some impression that you came to my place to buy soy milk a few days ago. Before you left, I gave you a piece of dried tofu, right?"
"What a coincidence! We've met again. What do you think of the dried tofu? Do you want to buy some more?"
Seeing that the other party still remembered her, Cheng Yuntao was delighted and responded repeatedly: "Dried tofu is delicious. Please weigh some for me. I will take it back for my family to try."
After saying that, Cheng Yuntao took out some copper coins and handed them over.
"okay!"
Dou Qiaohui was naturally happy to have business coming to her door. She picked up a pair of tongs and picked up half a pound of dried tofu. After packing it up skillfully, she handed it to Cheng Yuntao.
There are so many small stalls around here. Compared with those various snacks, the dried tofu sold by Dou Qiaohui is also carefully braised, but it looks too ordinary and it is difficult to attract the attention of passers-by at the first time.
Business at her stall seemed quite quiet, with only a few sparse customers, a stark contrast to the bustling food stalls around it.
But no matter how small the shrimp is, it is still seafood. Although the profit is a little less, it is better than nothing and can supplement the family income.
"I don't know what to call you, sister?"
After Cheng Yuntao took the dried tofu, she handed it to Jiang Yu who was standing beside her, and then took two steps forward to get closer to Dou Qiaohui.
Since she is free now, Dou Qiaohui is happy to chat and kill time.
"My surname is Dou, and my given name is Qiaohui. The Dou in my name is not the Dou in soy milk, but the Dou character with many strokes, which is difficult to write."
"I haven't been to school much, and I can't read a lot, but my dad said that everyone should at least be able to write their own name. I spent a lot of effort to learn how to write this character 'Dou'."
"When I was little, I asked my dad why we couldn't just change our surname to Dou, the "dou" in "soy milk." It just so happened that our family made a living from it, so it was convenient and easy to remember. This made my dad so angry that he blew his beard and glared at me. He said I was disrespectful to our ancestors and that if I were a boy, he would have given me a good beating."
"I don't bother to bother with him. He's just a small family selling soy milk. There's no need for any family rules!"
When talking about the interesting things in her childhood, the expression on Dou Qiaohui's face became more lively. She tilted her head slightly, and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, outlining a faint smile, as if she was trapped in a beautiful old dream.
Cheng Yuntao was also infected by her emotions and couldn't help but smile: "Then I will call you Sister Qiaohui from now on."
Dou Qiaohui was about to respond with a smile on her face, but at this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from not far away.
The sound was vague at first, like someone arguing fiercely, mixed with some chaotic shouts, but in the blink of an eye, it became clearer and louder, rolling towards this side like a surging wave.
Dou Qiaohui's expression changed instantly. Her face, which was full of smiles just now, was suddenly shrouded in fear. The blood color faded and turned pale.