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I handed the freshly made Jianbing Guozi to the man in the checkered shirt, collected the payment, and said to the vendor, "You should go restock; I'll keep an eye on things here."
The vendor nodded gratefully and hurried away on his tricycle. I continued to prepare Jianbing when I suddenly felt a gentle tug at the hem of my shirt from behind.
Turning around, I was surprised to see Bai Qianchen. She held two hundred-yuan bills in her hands and timidly said, "Th-thank you, Miss Xie. I... I would like to buy another Jianbing Guozi..." She bit her lip, her gaze drifting off as if she had some reservations. "But... Gu Yuanshan doesn't want me to eat it..." Her voice trailed off until it was barely audible. The leaves of the sycamore trees lining the street rustled in the autumn breeze, echoing her unease.
I took the money and quickly prepared another Jianbing Guozi for her, adding a cup of soy milk as a bonus. "Here," I winked at her, "consider this a thank-you gift for standing up for me last time."
Bai Qianchen accepted the Jianbing Guozi, her face lighting up with a radiant smile that warmed like morning sunlight. She took small bites, occasionally glancing around like a cautious little rabbit. A small crowd had gathered by the roadside, whispering among themselves with curiosity in their eyes.
Just then, Gu Yuanshan returned, striding over with a dark expression. Upon seeing Bai Qianchen holding the Jianbing Guozi, his anger flared. He snatched it from her hands and slammed it onto the ground.
"Didn't I tell you not to eat this kind of stuff?!" Gu Yuanshan's tone was harsh, carrying an undeniable command. Veins bulged on his forehead as his chest heaved with rage; he was clearly furious. The Jianbing Guozi splattered on the ground, sauce flying everywhere, mirroring the tense atmosphere.
I paused my work and calmly looked at him, responding in a flat tone, "Isn't the president of Gu Group able to afford a Jianbing Guozi?" My gaze held no fear; instead, it bore a hint of provocation. The air around us seemed to freeze as bystanders held their breath, watching this sudden confrontation unfold.
Gu Yuanshan was momentarily speechless; he pulled out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and slammed them down in front of me. "Is this enough?! I'll buy all your Jianbing Guozi!" His voice was icy, filled with fury. The bills scattered across my stall, some stained with grease and sauce.
I bent down to pick up the money, counting each bill carefully before walking over to a ragged homeless man nearby and handing him the cash. "Here, take this and buy something to eat." My tone was calm as if nothing had just happened. The homeless man accepted the money gratefully, tears glistening in his murky eyes.
Gu Yuanshan watched my actions with a pale face; he said nothing as he turned and pulled Bai Qianchen away.
Bai Qianchen glanced back at me once, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Their figures disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind only the lingering aroma of Jianbing Guozi and some scattered coins on the ground. I brushed off the flour from my hands and resumed making Jianbing as if nothing had occurred. "Next!" I called out loudly, my gaze steady and composed.
I continued to flip the Jianbing on the iron griddle, the sizzling sound of oil mingling with the fragrant aroma of the batter wafting through the air. A girl in a school uniform approached the stall, nervously asking me, "Auntie, how much for a Jianbing Guozi with sausage?"
I smiled warmly, showing her a friendly grin. "The sausage is five yuan, little sister." I skillfully scooped a ladle of batter and spread it evenly on the griddle.
The girl pulled out a crumpled five-yuan bill from her pocket and handed it to me. I took the money and placed it in the cash box behind me. "Would you like it spicy?" I asked as I cracked an egg onto the batter.
She nodded, "Just a little spicy." She nervously twisted the hem of her shirt, her gaze darting around.
"Got it." I sprinkled a small pinch of chili powder, then added a crispy cake and sausage. The light from the Jianbing stall illuminated my face, and beads of sweat glistened on my forehead under the bright glow. The streets were bustling with people and traffic, the sounds of chatter and engines creating a lively atmosphere.
I handed the Jianbing Guozi to the girl, who happily accepted it and carefully took a bite. "Thank you, Auntie!" she beamed, revealing two faint dimples. She skipped away, her figure disappearing into the night.
A middle-aged man approached the stall. "Give me a Deluxe Version with extra meat!" he said in a gruff voice, showing signs of fatigue on his face. He wore ordinary work clothes, his hands smeared with grease. The streetlight cast its glow on him, outlining his slightly hunched silhouette.
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