Chapter 1145

Chen Ming didn't remember to ask Yang Song until he ordered a good kebab and drank orange soda leisurely.

"Brother song, shall I share your position?"

"No." Yang Song refused directly.

He asked again, "how's Xiaohan? She didn't come with you?"

"Sister Han is really calm. When she knows I'm coming, she can rest assured that she went shopping." Chen Ming gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Yang Song: "it's my daughter-in-law."

When Chen Ming comes, he has to help.

"Brother song, why did you choose to sell kebabs here?"

In the community food market with serious aging, it is difficult to see young people back and forth, either the elderly or children.

Old people and children are not the main force of barbecue.

"Give back to Los Angeles parents and give children unforgettable childhood memories."

"It is everyone's responsibility to respect the elderly and love children." Yang Song looked at the old people and children under the night and smiled deeply.

Chen Ming didn't understand what Yang Song meant at that time. He understood it ten or even twenty or even thirty years later.

He did underestimate the purchasing power of the elderly and children.

Yang Song's kebab marked out the price, and few people were optimistic about it, but when Chen Ming sat on the small bench, Yang Song put on a posture and started baking.

"How fragrant!"

"Where did the fragrance come from?"

"It's a barbecue stand!"

On the grill are roast gluten, fish, tofu, leeks, mushrooms, mutton kebabs and Beef Kebabs.

Vegetarian kebabs and meat kebabs are roasted together. The fragrance is mixed together and more fragrant.

It's the so-called meat and vegetable combination, which is more delicious.

"Grandpa, I want to eat mutton kebabs." The first speaker was a fat little man holding a model plane.

"Grandma, I want mutton kebabs and Beef Kebabs, too!" The little girl with a table tennis racket is also unwilling to show weakness.

"I want to eat roast gluten and chicken wings!"

……

Human cubs, in the eyes of grandparents, that is the existence of divine beast level.

Whenever they speak, there is little chance of being rejected.

"It doesn't cost much to buy for the children?"

"What's expensive? It's not expensive at all. Don't take what hamburger fried chicken foreigners sell. It's healthier and cheaper than that. It smells and looks better than that!"

"Why are you still stunned? Go and buy it quickly. Later, you have to queue up again."

Soon, the small bench in front of the snack truck was full, and Chen Ming had to stand and eat.

More and more people are ordering kebabs. Basically everyone is: "I'll try two kebabs first. It's not delicious."

After eating.

"How delicious! The boss added a string to me!"

"Hey, Lao Li, don't put it in. We ordered three strings of baked gluten, two strings of fried squid and milk flavored steamed bread first."

"Ten more streaky pork kebabs and chicken gizzard kebabs."

"Screws can also be roasted. Give me ten strings to try."

More orders are added, and more people are added to the queue.

Yang song can bake 50 strings at one time, but Chen Ming can't separate them.

"Yes, yes, I remember what you want is baked gluten with rattan pepper. What you want is roasted gluten with five spices. The duckling intestines are here. There are fifteen strings in total, and one string is not less."

"Do you want more chicken kebabs with garlic sauce? It tastes delicious. Are you sure you want 15 more? Sir, are you sure you want so much? I'm not afraid you can't digest so much barbecue at night?"

"You want three sheep kidneys? And roast scallops and roast green shrimps?"

"Roasted oysters are OK, but uncle and aunt, we really don't sell roasted suckling pigs today."

"There is no roast whole sheep!"

Gu Baiwei came. Chen Ming was not so busy, but his little heart received an unprecedented impact.

"Am I old? Why are these old people different from my impression?"

"Roll string with snowflakes, stinky tofu and snails, braised roast turtle, more than two kilograms a day."

"And the grandpa, who ordered a roast pig's hoof for his grandson and ate crispy mutton legs to accompany instant noodles."

Yang Song's barbecue stand can not only grill kebabs, but also put iron plates for fried rice and fried noodles.

All kinds of fresh eating methods look like dark cuisine, that is, contemporary young people don't necessarily dare to try.

However, these aunts and uncles don't blink.

"Roast bullfrog, roast fat sausage, roast preserved egg, roast duck head and roast sea rabbit, two for each!"

"Add three flame baked brain flowers here!"

"Give me roast chicken gizzards, roast duck gizzards and roast eggs!"

……

Crazy.

Chen Ming can't be stimulated.

Yang Song said to him, "go and buy some more tables, chairs and benches. You can't let the guests eat standing."

Chen Ming, who almost finished eating standing, looked at Yang Song and pointed to himself.

"You're all right. Eating standing is helpful for gastrointestinal digestion. Go and buy tables and chairs."

Xianxian fresh vegetable market was supposed to be at eight o'clock. All vegetable stalls and meat stalls would close and stop business. Usually at this time, there would be no more people in the vegetable market. They could shoot ghost films quietly. Today, it was very lively, like catching a big episode.

In front of Yang Song's snack car, there are all kinds of tables, chairs and benches.

Grandparents with grandchildren and grandparents with grandchildren. After eating, they had a little rest and gave their place to others. They didn't have to hurry. They walked around and saw acquaintances nagging.

Most people have lived here for most of their lives and are acquaintances.

When acquaintances chat, they can't stop at the beginning. Someone always puts forward new topics.

Talk around, the topic direction is fixed, and the content can't escape the barbecue.

"How long haven't you had such a powerful barbecue?"

"For a long time, this roast mutton kebab has the taste of the mutton kebab I ate when I went to Xinjiang to pick cotton. Finally, I found the taste of that year."

"I feel familiar when I eat this kebab."

"Don't say yet. I'm familiar with the handsome guy of this kebab."

"Wait a minute, I look familiar."

"Put on your glasses and look carefully."

"I'll see!"

……

Only at this time can my parents be like my parents.

"Brother song, there are only two tables, chairs and benches suitable for the night market within a five kilometer radius. I've emptied them all. The landlady is so excited that she gives me spicy strips to eat. I can't buy them."

Yang Song looked up from the grill.

"Lying trough!"

Almost had a dense phobia.

"How did you buy so much?"

The vegetable market is full.

"There are so many people."

Some old men couldn't find a place to sit, so they sat directly on the vegetable vendor's table and swayed their legs eating kebabs. It was very beautiful.

"Isn't there so many people?"

Yang Song nodded: "then don't buy it. You can't put it down again."

Chen Minggang wants to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Bake me another baby dish and lobster!"

Yang song could only apologize and said, "sorry, I'm sorry. I've run out of ingredients and can't bake."

"What? No food?" Chen Ming was most stimulated and hurried to pick up the fresh-keeping buckets for storing food materials.

One is not, two are empty, three and four are still only air.

"How can it be? I'm not full!"

Yang Song: "don't think I don't remember. You ate thirty strings."

He and Gu Baiwei were so busy that they didn't eat anything. They were very hungry at the moment.