Return To 1977 Chapter 956: Night Market
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When people are happy, they often like to smell bad.
The same goes for Angelo, who wanted to celebrate his achievements in his new industry and also celebrate his country's "Independence Day".
Not only did he brag about himself, he also kindly invited his "little wife" and his wife to have dinner together at the "Donghuamen Night Market" in the evening, saying that he was here to treat them.
In response, "Little Cheese" decisively refused.
It's not that she doesn't want to lose face, it's just that she has to cook for her brothers and sisters, and she doesn't want to go to noisy and crowded places.
On the other hand, the "little wife" was so jealous of Angelo that her eyes were red and her teeth were itching.
Not to mention that he didn’t want to give face, he even wanted to quietly give Angelo money to scare him.
But, this would be too much. After all, we are already friends.
In addition, he also knows the bad habits of foreigners and does not like to treat guests easily.
After thinking about it, it was not easy for Angelo to take the initiative to invite him.
One person represents two people, and it’s better to have a good meal.
So wait until the Forbidden City closes at night and the North Square of the Forbidden City is sparsely populated.
"Little Cheese" went back alone.
The "little wife" and Angelo, as well as "Dayong" and several drivers all got on the tricycle.
Then they were pulled by other rickshaw drivers, and the six cars bumped together towards the "Bahian Trough".
At this point, some people may be confused.
What's going on with the coachmen? Don't you want to collect the car?
Hey, it's because everyone is happy today.
Didn’t we finally make a comeback in the afternoon? More than 20 people are all making money.
Although they are riding on wheels, on average the drivers only earn twenty or thirty yuan per person, but the vistas are brilliant.
The same thing is said, when all the tricycles are built and everyone has one, they will also have to gain weight on this day.
What's more, the work time tomorrow has been adjusted according to the actual situation. It has been changed to have lunch at 11 o'clock before going.
You don’t have to get up early and can sleep in, which is also a good thing.
So since they all knew that the night market was going to be held at Donghua Gate, they naturally wanted to go have a drink and eat, and it would be lively.
There are so many people, how can we go together without using a tricycle?
Just like that, I woke up around seven o'clock in the evening, the sun was just about to set, and night had not yet fallen.
The "little wife" and the others came to Donghuamen Street under the sunset.
As soon as they arrived here, they immediately found that this place was very different from usual.
I saw many stalls set up on both sides of the 300-meter-long road from Bamiancao in the east to the north entrance of Nanheyan in the west.
The stalls display all kinds of new clothes, shoes and hats, as well as various daily necessities and cosmetics.
The aroma of Beijing-style snacks cooked by all kinds of Beijing people is fragrant, as well as a variety of cold drinks, melon and fruit stalls, department stores, books and magazines, handicrafts and some simple handicraft workshops.
For example, shoe repairers, watch repairers, glasses repairers, pen repairers, tailor stalls, silhouette stalls, and so on.
Looking around, there are estimated to be about 200 stalls. The operators include state-owned enterprises, collectives and self-employed businesses.
People visiting the night market are in small groups, bustling, and vendors with different accents are shouting their goods, one after another, in an endless stream...
What a great place to spend the summer.
There is only one drawback: there are too many people.
Especially the fifty stalls arranged by Hong Yanwu, they were all packed with people.
Those like "Little Wife" and others who are used to being crowded find it a bit difficult to squeeze in to buy food and drink.
Not to mention the kid Angelo.
He was a little dumbfounded as he watched the night market in Beijing swarm with people.
Especially the sight of people in the capital eating and drinking on the roadside after shopping, was something he couldn't even imagine in his dreams.
Because even if Italians are used to drinking coffee while standing, they still need a bar and tables.
But the people in the capital actually don’t need anything.
Most people squeezed out of the crowd, stood and chatted with their purchases.
Even while walking along with the crowds of people, I ate the food.
The most amazing thing is those who squat down to eat noodles. Even if the bowl in their hands is steaming, they are not afraid of being burned.
Xilihulu, chopsticks flying, I can finish it quickly.
This is something Angelo can never do, not to mention that his hands are afraid of burning and he has trouble using chopsticks.
Just by squatting with his legs apart, he, who can only use the toilet, would be in trouble.
That can only be achieved by squatting in pits for many years.
In addition, not to mention that many people can sit safely on top of upside-down beer bottles.
In his eyes, this is enough to be called a shocking acrobatics.
Fortunately, however, familiar faces are always different.
Because many of the people selling things belong to the same "Hongmen" as them, they must be taken care of.
The "little wife" also has special privileges.
For example, let’s take the skewers stall, where two people are hired to grill them specially.
The same goes for the clothing sellers, because the dinners at the stall here are all under the control of the chefs in the "Polar Bear" cafeteria.
Before the restaurant opened today, they had already known each other.
A boy took the initiative to help, and he was seen walking in and out of various stalls under Hong Yanwu's name.
It didn’t take long to get what they wanted to eat.
At this time, the handicraft seller also took the initiative to lend me two small tables and a few chairs, which were perfect for placing food and drinks.
Finally, the beer and soda seller directly brought over a basin of "Five Star" and "Polar Bear" chilled with ice water.
The kebabs were also served on the table, and Angelo was finally smiling.
Stop talking nonsense and let’s get started!
In terms of timing, it happened to be completely dark, the lights and shadows were drifting, and the whole night market was boiling.
It provides more interest for them to eat and drink.
One word, beautiful!
I didn’t expect that teasing Menzi would happen at this time.
A few young people came by Qingqing and were envious of their chic gathering.
At a glance, I saw Angelo also holding up a beer bottle and "blowing" with everyone.
One person shouted in surprise.
"Hey, why is there a Uighur brother here? Is he from Turpan or Urumqi?"
Well, except for Angelo, everyone else drinking beer almost sprayed the wine in their mouths.
Then the whole room burst into laughter over this misunderstanding.
As for Angelo himself, he was a little confused.
When Nao figured out what was going on, he could only shrug helplessly and explain to those boys.
"Dude, I'm an American..."
Unexpectedly, the other party shook his head.
"Who are you confused about? Where is the United States? The old Americans don't know what 'buddy' is. Even when I hear you talking, it smells like milk grapes. Drink yours..."
Well, it’s so ridiculous, I don’t believe it at all.
No need to ask, this caused another burst of laughter.
But what is even more unexpected is that the "little wife" also remembered another thing, which was even more amusing when she said it.
When Qingqing used to spend money on foreign exchange certificates, one time, his "little wife" took Angelo to "Yanji" on Xisi Si for lunch. As a result, they met a strange male waiter that day.
Finally, we got in line to issue tickets, and the host saw Angelo occupying a seat.
It was said that their restaurant was not qualified to receive foreign guests, so they insisted that the "little wife" take Angelo to change places.
How can the "little wife" be willing?
He started telling lies as soon as his mind turned around without even stuttering.
Since he didn’t have an ID card at the time, he claimed that Angelo was of Russian origin and was not a foreign guest but a domestic guest.
How can people just believe it?
The young man loves to compete, so he came out of the cashier directly.
Then he walked over to Angelo, who had occupied a seat.
He must speak Chinese in public to prove that he is a member of the Republic.
Angelo was also a ghost, and when he saw the "little wife" behind the waiter, he winked.
Although I didn't understand the situation, I didn't reveal anything, so I just said "Hello".
But the waiter still couldn’t do it after hearing this.
He claimed that these two words were too easy and that he had to say something a little more unpleasant.
Everyone present actually understood what he meant.
The waiter may have been a bit arrogant in his speech, or may have omitted some words.
What he wanted to express was that the phrase "Hello" is easy for foreigners to understand and learn. To prove it, he had to say something difficult for foreigners to understand and learn.
But everyone understands, Angelo doesn’t understand.
He knows that people in the capital call words that are offensive or offensive to others "unpalatable."
In the end, I understood it purely based on its literal meaning.
Just watch him think about it for a moment, and then without hesitation yelled at the waiter, "Silly!"
Are you still unhappy now?
Everyone watching the excitement was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
The most amazing thing is that the young waiter didn't understand it yet. He was stunned for a long time and seemed to want to continue to pester him and continue to ask questions.
At this time, a man in his forties, probably an old clerk, took over.
It's fair to say, is it worth it for such a small thing? Get down to business now.
Then he took the initiative to issue a ticket, and then he finished the meal.
After my daughter-in-law finished speaking, of course she made everyone crazy with joy.
At this moment, Angelo intervened again, which simply added fuel to the fire.
He asked very seriously and without understanding.
"I remember that restaurant. It was really weird. Wouldn't you let me eat if I didn't curse?"
"Hahaha", everyone couldn't hold back their laughter and almost fell to the floor.
Only then did they realize that it had been so long since the incident happened, and Angelo was still confused and didn't understand it.