Not long after the two left the fruit wholesale market, they were attacked by stray dogs. Ji Lianhuo waved a wooden stick with one hand and pulled the cart with the other, trying to get rid of the stray dogs who were grabbing and biting his trouser legs. Only after runnig down a street were they able to get rid of the dogs.
Aware of Ji Dabao's over-quietness, Ji Lianhuo had no time to tidy up his embarrassment, stopped, took an orange from the cart, carefully peeled off the orange skin, and handed a piece of orange to the child on his back.
Ji Dabao held the orange piece in both hands, took a bite on it, and tried to suck the juice inside. Because the lack of nutrition, Ji Dabao now only has two teeth, one is a bit crooked. And his body is smaller than children of the same age. He didn't look like a year-old child at all.
While Ji Lianhuo was pulling the cart, he handed rest of orange to the child on his back. When Ji Dabao finished eating the whole orange, the two of them also arrived at the place where the stall was set up.
"Xiao Ji, why are you here to sell fruit again!" Ji Lianhuo just pushed the small trolley to the position, and the old man who was selling sugar-fried chestnuts next to him immediately walked over with a nervous face while looking at the end of the street.
"This street still charges protection fees. Have you forgotten about your previous injury?"
"No." Ji Lianhuo looked at the fruits on the cart and shook his head, his lips looked paler than before.
The old man followed Ji Lianhuo's gaze and found a huge durian placed next to the cheap fruit on the cart.The old man suddenly understood, his eyes turned helpless.
When Ji Lianhuo set up a stall here before, there was a regular customer who often greeted Ji Lianhuo, and remind him to buy durians.
Sucheng is to the north, and it took a long time for durians to go on the market. At this time, Ji Lianhuo went to the wholesale market and encountered durians unexpectedly, so why not come here to sell them?
"You want to die?" The old man lowered his voice and subconsciously looked at Ji Lianhuo's shoulder.
The scene of Ji Lianhuo being hacked on the shoulder by a gangster is still vivid in my mind. The old man's brain tingles when he thinks about the bleeding at that time. But the kid didn't say a word, staring at the gangster holding the knife with his dark eyes, holding the blood-stained wooden stick tightly with one hand, and slashing straight at the opponent's head, it was terrifying to watch.
"Dabao cried all night.." Ji Lianhuo lifted the fruit box on the cart, picked out some good ones, and put them on display, "If I sell half of them, I can take Dabao to the clinic to have a look.."
A little fluffy head poked out from Ji Lianhuo's shoulder at the right time, and looked at the old man in front of him with big black eyes.
"Hey, Dabao!" The old man touched Ji Dabao's head kindly, took out a few roasted chestnuts from his pocket, and stuffed them into Ji Dabao's clothes.
Ji Dabao hurriedly raised his hand to catch the fried chestnuts, but his hands were too small, and they were already full after holding two, few round chestnuts rolled down, and the old man bent over to pick it up. He saw the boy's torn pants, and scratches on the calf.
"What's the matter?" The old man took a serious look ath the wound, but luckily the wound didn't bleed.
"The stray dogs.." After Ji Lianhuo placed the fruit, he took out a cracked porcelain bowl from the cloth bag hanging on the cart, "Uncle Yu, can I borrow some hot water from you?"
"My child, What are you borrowing? Here." The old man was full of pity, and quickly took a small teapot from his booth, and poured half a bowl of steaming water into Ji Lianhuo's bowl.
Ji Lianhuo took out a medium-sized gray plastic jar from the cloth bag, poured some rice paste powder into the bowl, and kept stirring it with chopsticks.
Leng Ye, who had eaten countless delicacies in his last life, stared straight at the bowl of rice porridge in front of him. Leng Ye gulped down his saliva because of the strong aroma, and his stomach growled.
After confirming the porridge is not hot, Ji Lianhuo took out a small iron spoon and fed rice cereal spoonful by spoonful into Ji Dabao's mouth. At this moment, Ji Dabao's mouth seemed to be a bottomless abyss, which could hold a large bowl of rice.
Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and scraped the bowl wall with an iron spoon, and slowly fed the last halfo spoonful of rice porridge into Ji Dabao's mouth. Ji Dabao touched his stomach feeling satisfied for a long time.
"Xiao Ji, haven't you eaten yet?" The old man carefully took out an aluminum lunch box and handed it to Ji Lianhuo.
"My daughter-in-law made this for me. I can't finish it. You can help me eat the rest. It's a pity if it is wasted."
"Thank you, uncle" Ji Lianhuo pursed his pale lips and put his hands together to take the lunch box from the old man, after that he bowed earnestly to the old man, "I will definitely pay back to you in the future." "
"Look at you kid, it's just some leftovers." The old man smiled, showing his teeth, and turned back and went to his stall and started shouting at passers-by.
"Sweet and fragrant hot fried chestnuts!"
The street where Ji Lianhuo set up his stall is considered one of the prime locations in Sucheng City. There are two recidential areas around it and a district-level hospital. Across the street is a famous nightclub in Sucheng City. At night, there are more and more people.
Ji Lianhuo was not willing to finish the meal given by Uncle Yu at once. Only when he was too hungry would he take two bites to last the day.
The business on the street is pretty good today. Ji Lianhuo sold more than ten catties of apples and half a box of oranges. The durians are still on the cart. Passing by people would occasionally ask for the price, but when they hear the price, most of them give up.
Taking advantage of Ji Dabao's sleep and the absence of guests, Ji Lianhuo took out his lunch box, swallowed two mouthfuls of rice, and carefully pull a grain of rice stuck to the side of the lunch box with chopsticks, and put it into his mouth.
As the evening approached, the sky were dyed a warm red-orange color. A car slowly parked diagonally opposite the fruit stand. The car's black and bright body shined like a mirror.
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