Old Wang Doesn't want to be Tragic (Rebirth)

11.2 Contact Information

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New products appeared on Ji Lianhuo's stall.

The sweet persimmons cost 5 yuan for 1 kilogram*, with a layer of white frost on the yellow-orange surface. They taste soft and juicy, and are well received by customers.

Ji Dabao lay on Ji Lianhuo's back, wearing a warm cotton coat and holding a milk bottle in his arms. He drank a few sips when he was hungry.

"These persimmons look good." A regular customer came to pick persimmons. Ji Lianhuo handed the plastic bag to the customer neatly. Only one box of persimmons was sold out of the box. He could pick up more tomorrow.

After taking the persimmons chosen by the customer, Ji Lianhuo said, "If it's over two kilograms, I'll give you discount of three yuan."

"It's delicious. I'll buy some tomorrow." A regular customer paid generously and looked at Ji Lianhuo and joked, "You look like in good spirits lately. Is there some happy event?"

The tips of Ji Lianhuo's ears turned red, he took an apple and stuffed it into the customer's bag.

"Maybe it's because I've been eating better recently."

Ji Lianhuo ate the dishes packed from the restaurant that day with steamed buns and it took three days to finish them. Fortunately, it was getting colder recently, so the dishes were hidden outside for one night and were frozen solid the next day.

After seeing off the regular customers, Ji Lianhuo rubbed his hands and subconsciously looked towards the street, watching the private cars passing by one after another.

It’s just the ones he don’t have in mind.

Ji Dabao had also accompanied Ji Lianhuo to stare at the street before. After staring at it for three days, his neck became unbearable. His uncle didn't seem to feel anything at all. He looked at the street unconsciously whenever he had time. Occasionally, when he saw a black car, he would be excited for a while.

The disappointments again and again obviously did not hit the young man, but instead made him more and more eager. Ji Dabao strongly suspected that if Wang Zhaomou did not come again, his uncle would sooner or later get cervical spondylosis*.

When Lao Qi arrived at the stall in the afternoon, he saw the joy that could not be concealed in the young man's eyes. He looked behind him and then at the street, but not at himself.

"Ji Lianhuo." Lao Qi was a little helpless. Looking at the young man's appearance, he couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

"The boss is very busy today and didn't come."

The light in the young man's eyes immediately dimmed, and he felt a little alienated and embarrassed towards the man in front of him.

"Sorry"

"It's okay." Lao Qi bent down, picked some persimmons and oranges, and handed the boy a fifty.

Ji Lianhuo silently asked Lao Qi for money, his eyes lowered, and his whole person dimmed, as if he had lost his previous glory.

Looking at the young man's appearance, Lao Qi smiled secretly in his heart and took out the clean note with the numbers on it from his notepad.

"Here."

Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes and looked at the beautiful numbers on the note paper, but didn't react for a moment.

"The boss asked me to give it to you specifically." Lao Qi handed the note forward. "This is the boss's personal contact number. The boss said that if you encounter problems, you can call him directly."