The temple fair closed its stall early. At 4 pm, after the sun was blocked by the newly-launched building in the west, the vendors began to pack up and go home.

All the ingredients Zhen Zhen brought today were sold out. He moved the barbecue grill and liquefied gas tank onto the tricycle and finished it in just a few seconds.

Seeing a thin and small old lady coming to the wonton stall next door to help Mr. Qu clean up his things. They had a lot of things, and they were a big pot of wontons, tables, chairs and benches. Hongfeng looked at the treasure house. Zhen Zhen walked over to help, and several vendors came next to him to help carry tables and chairs into the car.

The old lady is different from the old man. She loves to laugh and thanks everyone politely.

Someone is familiar with the old couple and knows that their children were left in the third line in the early years and they stayed in the big city of Shanghai, and there was not even a junior. A good thing advised: "Auntie, your son and daughter are all in Shanghai. You two are old, why are you suffering this? It's better to move over and follow your son too much."

The old lady shook her head, "If you can move by yourself, you won't bother your children."

Lao Qu spoke for the first time, "I can't eat enough."

Everyone was amused, and Zhen Zhen smiled and thought that the cultural differences between the north and the south can be seen in the diet. Southern dishes are exquisite and the dishes are small. Northern dishes are influenced by nomadic culture. For example, the most popular dishes are in one pot, stewed with big fish, stewed with big goose, pig slaughtered vegetables, and stewed with pork ribs with beans and potatoes.

It is said that it is difficult to get rid of the hometown, and it is difficult to get rid of the stomach of the hometown. Of course, the old couple Yu Laoqu must have many other reasons that cannot be explained to outsiders.

When I moved the things home, I didn’t have to hurry to cook dinner. Zhen Zhen held the money box and took the treasure house upstairs to count the money. Today there were no big tickets, and the money poured out piled up on the sofa into a hill.

The treasure house has shiny eyes, "We have gold coins."

"It should be the steel mountain." Steel sucks.

It’s hard to count small money, so I took a bunch of steel pounds for the treasure house and asked him to practice counting. Zhen Zhen slowly sorted out today’s income. After counting, he was a little surprised. The eternal truth is that only the flow of customers can turnover.

It was sold for 800 yuan in one day. The snacks were low, and the stall fee was enough to leave 450 yuan. The temple fair could be held for five days in a row. According to this method of earning, there was another 2,000 yuan in net income.

It is not bright in the east and the west, and it snows well on New Year's Eve. 1996 is the year of making money, and Zhen Zhen is in a good mood.

He fed a pile of steel steaks to the piggy bank in the treasure house. Zhen Zhen greeted his younger brother, "You have to eat meat to earn money, go downstairs to eat meat."

"Oh, I'm going to eat again."

The stove meat made with crispy and sweet Liaoxi green onions has a flavour of onion and a roasted meat. The treasure house has a piece of meat and a bite of rice, and the small mouth is stuffed with bulging.

There is also a small, gulp Korean long-legged crab. Such fresh crabs taste very good. Considering that the crab meat is very cool, Zhen Zhen steamed the egg custard for the two little guys with the removed crab roe and some crab meat. The fresh and smooth egg custard was also eaten. The treasure house and the kitten were overwhelmed again. He hugged his stomach and spread it on the chair and hummed like a pig.

After a while, I can get up and exercise, otherwise I will become a little fat pig.

Zhen Zhen pulled out a slender piece of firewood from the bottom of the steamed fish cake and handed it to the child, "There is no one on the street outside, go out to paint dragons and play." There is a tradition of praying for New Year's fires, so the treasure house also goes out to pray for blessings.

The firewood head was carrying a little spark, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark night, and it took longer than his favorite scented flower burning. The fat boy was so excited that he treated the firewood stick as the Olympic flame. He held his hand high and ran back and forth at the door of his house for several times before he stopped.

There is no idea what kind of dragon is, and the insects can't draw it. They waved the firewood stick and shouted loudly to the sister standing at the door watching him play and the little black cat squatting beside her sister's feet: "I can draw mosquito coils."

He raised his little arm, and the firewood rod rotated from the inside out, spinning round after round. The thorny Mars circled into a fire-mosquito coil in the night, and the children laughed constantly while drawing.

Zhen Zhen, Gudu: "..." It's really worth it to ask you to advertise.

The children's crisp laughter floated over the Xinghua Lane, and the treasure house had a happy New Year's Day.

Some people are not very happy. Leng Fang, the wife of Manager Ma, who came to teach New Year's vegetables, did not smile even when she returned to her parents' home in the third year of junior high school.

Unhappiness is related to work. At the beginning of last year, she quit her job at the government's welcome hotel and switched to a four-star hotel jointly developed by the city.

In order to create momentum for the opening, the hotel is preparing to hold a cooking competition during the Lantern Festival. Now there are only a few big cities with five-star hotels. The four-star hotel is now the highest-star hotel in the provincial capital. The culinary competition TV stations also have to broadcast it. As a Chinese executive, she is fully responsible for this competition.

The preparations were finished before the Spring Festival. After the festival, we coordinated our work after the festival, and the competition could be held on the 14th day of the first lunar month. I thought everything would go well, but the result was good. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I received a call. The Liao cuisine master from a famous Liao restaurant in the city that was originally scheduled to participate in the competition. He played mahjong during the Spring Festival and was so excited that he sucked it over.

The heart problem is a bit big, and the doctor asked him to rest in bed for a month, but he couldn't participate in the competition.

Leng Fang is so angry, you are so excited that it’s too time to get a replacement seat. When I’m about to come, where can I find a replacement seat?

Their hotel is a foreign-related hotel and will receive visitors from all over the world in the future. In order to kick off the first shot, this event was held very much. In addition to the hotel's own chef, some famous chefs from other places were also invited to participate. As the host of the provincial capital, Liao cuisine masters are also indispensable.

Although this person who got this guy was not very good at mental quality, his cooking skills were quite high. Without a high-level support, would the host still have the face?

Seeing that his wife's brows had not let go all day long, Ma Ming advised: "I don't smile much when I go back to your mother's house. Mom and dad are both worried about you. What's the difficulty of finding someone who knows how to cook? Without the butcher Zhang, will he still eat a pig with hair?"

Leng Fang cut him a look, "What do you know? I don't know those hermit masters. I don't count the chefs from other places. Which of the chefs on the countertops in our city has not been inspected? Except for a few good dishes, the other dishes are just average. Carry them up for competitions. You can't just play meatballs, sniffle liver, waist and yellow vegetables, right? It's better to abstain from this. I originally thought that I would do a good job in this activity and win back some face for Chinese employees in front of the foreign management team. But the result was good. Now my whole face will be pressed to the ground and rubbed."

"Then let's abstain."

"It's not that easy. The number of people who are well coordinated is not comparable to the first round. I have to do a circular elimination."

Ma Ming picked up the teacup and joked with his wife, "It's like the Olympics, but it's still eliminated in a cycle." He raised the teacup to his mouth, and suddenly he remembered himself, "How about I recommend a personal choice to you? It's just that the little girl in our company sold New Year's goods. She came to teach us how to make yellow croaker rice cakes. On the day she came to teach us how to make yellow croaker rice cakes, you didn't go. Don't look at her young age, that girl has excellent cooking skills. Our company and her family members can testify."

"You can beat it, how old is that girl? Don't you know how to cook two fish dishes? Compared with those half-grown men, can you go on stage without being like a primary school student? Then I will show my timidity and be broadcast on the TV station. I have nothing to do. I want to cause any psychological shadow to that girl. Wouldn't it harm others?" Leng Fangzhao punched Ma Ming in the chest, ran to call, and contacted the person.

Although Ma Ming's suggestion was rejected by his wife, he never stopped thinking about this. He was very optimistic about Zhen Zhen. The fried rice cake that the little girl cooked that day was so delicious that it made people cry. The two dishes were true, and the cooking skills were definitely extraordinary. People looked steady and down-to-earth, and they would definitely be able to play. It doesn't matter if my wife didn't believe it, but let her taste the dishes made by the little girl.

The girl named Zhen Zhen left him a phone number, but he recorded it in the phone book. On the morning of the fourth day of the lunar month, Ma Ming called Zhen Zhen’s house, but no one answered it after more than ten sounds. He guessed that she had gone out to visit. Without contacting Zhen Zhen, Ma Ming stopped thinking.

Zhen Zhen, who was unable to find anyone, made money at the temple fair. After adapting to the day, Zhen Zhen became more skillful in fried fish balls and grilled fish cakes. She could still look up and observe the people in the provincial capital who were visiting the temple fair.

Seeing that mountains are not mountains, everything is you. Zhen Zhen has a narrow personality. Seeing that, among the two men in the Northeast, one of them has a beer belly, and the woman loves red, especially those who are older, one of them is like a moving firecracker.

The melancholy boy Hong Feng looked confused and turned around and asked Zhen Zhen a question that was very incompatible with the festive festive atmosphere, "What is the purpose of living?"

Zhen Zhen opened her mouth and closed her mouth, "How can I answer you such a grand question?" This child didn't speak all day long, and turned out to be thinking about philosophical issues.

Children as old as Hongfeng may like to think about this metaphysical issue most after the rebellious period. Some people will feel alienated in the crowd. The more people there are, the more lonely and confused they will feel, and the more holidays they are.

Zhen Zhen did not give a positive answer to the meaning of living, and smiled at Hongfeng, "People are the most boring, but people are also the most interesting. I suggest you take this opportunity to observe carefully, and you can find the answer yourself."

Hongfeng lowered his head and brushed the sauce for the fish cake, and did not continue the topic.

In fact, he knew why he was alive. He was born for someone to take care of his sister. His good grades and his choice of science that he didn't love very much in order to have better development and higher income in the future. They were all prepared for this purpose. Although he did not reject such obligations, he also cherished his sister who was born with flaws. However, his purpose was too clear and his own self was dispensable.

Looking at Zhen Zhen beside her, smiling and entertaining guests, the handsome young man thought to himself that she seemed to have endless energy every day. What is her purpose of living when she was tired?

He looked at the treasure house and Lao Qu sitting side by side at the stall next to him. The children knew little, and they might be the happiest person in the world. Lao Qu was silently watching the customers on their stalls, not jealous of their family members. He told himself yesterday that he was practicing faces by observing human faces. He was obsessed with faces, a person with hobbies, and at least he would not be bored when he lived.

Hongfeng turned his head and saw three tall men walking towards their stall. The three of them had a bit cold and hard temperament. The tallest man looked the coldest on his face. He slowed down when he saw Sister Zhen.

He knew this person, and he had never seen him come to Zhen Zhen’s restaurant for dinner during the winter vacation. My mother said that he was the son of the strongest Baifa Real Estate boss in the city, and he was the head of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Seeing that he was licking the treasure house of colored mosquito gum that the uncle who was blowing the candy man opposite was licking the treasure house of the colored mosquito gum that was tested in a hurry last night, when he saw the visitor, he got up from the chair, ran excitedly to the tallest man, and was immediately picked up. Hongfeng stopped thinking.

Chen Xingyao worked for one day at the unit yesterday. He was kidnapped by Xiao Feng and Xiao Sun before leaving this morning to visit the temple fair. The unit was right opposite and arrived in just two steps. It happened to see if Boss Xiao Zhen is making money?

When Zhen Zhen saw these three people, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Welcome to the leader to inspect and guide the work."

Xiao Feng and Xiao Sun celebrated the New Year with Zhen Zhen, took the treasure house from Chen Xingyao's arms, and said to Zhen Zhen with a smile: "Let's borrow your child's golden hand to use it, and my brothers and two of them will take a prize coupon."

He was fine on duty yesterday. When he heard that Lao Chen, who was called back to the prototype at the mahjong table, called Brother Chen and asked him to borrow the treasure house to rescue him again. He learned that the treasure house has two small hands that can catch money. Lao Chen is so rich, and it’s nothing to lose. They are still poor and urgently need the treasure house to help the poor.

The unit is stingy, and the bonus for a big case is not more than a month's salary. It seems that you have to rely on some money to make money. Such a small hand must not be wasted.

Xiao Feng touched the treasure house's head, "Let's touch him for one hundred yuan. Treasure House, Brother Xiao is optimistic about you."

Xiao Sun even exaggeratedly, using treasure trousers as Maradona, and raised the little hand that the treasure trove brought with Kaiyuan Tongbao money string, "Treasure House, you are the hand of God, let's give it to Brother Sun, let's take the poor and sell the prize ticket."

Xiao Feng waved to Chen Xingyao and burned the bridge across the river, "Brother Chen, stay and help Zhen Zhen check the stall. You don't need to make a fortune."

The two of them carried the treasure house to the east. A long distance away, they could see the piece of mosquito gum in their hands that was bigger than his face, flying high above the crowded shopping street.

Chen Xingyao took a bag of fish balls handed over by Zhen Zhen and ate one. Seeing the half-sized kid next to him looking at him in a daze, he glanced at the barbecue rack and reminded him: "The fish cake is about to be battered."

Hongfeng quickly turned the fish cake over. After the treatment was done, he asked Chen Xingyao in a strange way, "Why are you alive for?" Such a person has nothing to lack. Will he feel that life is boring and insignificant?

Zhen Zhenxin said that Hongfeng is really persevering.

"Don't be killed." Chen Xingyao threw another fish ball into his mouth and replied expressionlessly.

Hongfeng: "..." It's not boring to live like this.

Zhen Zhen: Why am I not surprised at all when you answer this?

Xiao Feng and Xiao Sun were tall and long legs, and soon walked to the easternmost big platform for the lottery tickets. Xiao Sun took the mosquito gum in the treasure house, "Brother Sun will take this for you first, and you will continue to eat after touching it. If it is not enough, Brother Sun will buy you ten yuan."

The treasure house was very generous and told Xiao Sun that he was so silly, "You can lick it too."

Xiao Sun: Thank you.

Xiao Feng took out 100 yuan and threw it to the man selling the prize tickets in brown glasses, "Give me ten." He raised his gold hand in the treasure house and sighed, "Touch Brother Xiao for a big color TV." The first prize Sony imported color TV was more than 10,000 yuan.

The man with brown glasses curled his lips secretly. If it weren't for the notary office supervision on site, he wouldn't have prepared the Sony lottery ticket to put the ticket in it. There were countermeasures and policies on it. He secretly doubled the number of small prizes and unwind tickets. To touch the lottery TV, it would be equivalent to picking up gold beans in the Tekramakan Desert. Go to dream.

There were two prize boxes in total, both of which were very deep. Xiao Feng tilted the prize box, and the treasure house's little arms were not all inside the box. He scratched the fat hand and grabbed a handful of them, and grabbed a lot of them.

"Don't move." Xiao Sun shouted, "Give me all the extras." Touching the lottery tickets is so superstitious.

Eight extras were released, and Xiao Sun paid for the prize money to buy the prize. The two of them ran aside with their treasure house excitedly. The prize money was a password-type instant lottery ticket with a combination of letters and numbers. The first one Xiao Feng redeemed was the last prize sleeve.

Treasure House looked surprised, "Wow."

Xiao Feng laughed, a pair of 50 cents of sleeves is better than anything else.

Xiao Sun and Xiao Feng shaved, and the treasure house screamed.

They were very fast, Zhen Zhen fried six pot of fish balls and saw the three of them happily coming back.

The treasure house shook his mosquito gum at his sister from two stalls, "I won the prize, I won many prizes."

Seeing that the two of them were empty-handed, Chen Xingyao asked, "What? There are too many things, do you need to go back and drive?"

Xiao Feng smiled and said, "I am a little expert in making money, with a 100% winning rate."

Xiao Sun took out a roll of white fabric from his coat pocket, "Hey, eighteen pairs of sleeves, the treasure house is so amazing, and you will win the same prize."

"Yeah, it's amazing." Treasure's little chin raised, smiling and responded to the insect.

Even Chen Xingyao was amused.
To be continued...