Ao Muyang saw that Ao Qianlai in the village was also selling things on a boat. He sold homemade snacks, boiled water chestnuts, apples, persimmons, watermelons, grapes and other fruits, as well as some dried kelp shreds, fried snails and other snacks he fried.

Ao Qianlai's business is average, and everyone has everything he sells, and the people's appearance is good, the categories are complete, and they are eloquent, which makes him very anxious.

But he has a low IQ, so he can only do something anxious and has no choice but to look helpless.

Ao Muyang was helpless, and he waved his hand to call Ao Qianlai over and said, "Uncle Qianlai, why did you remember this business?"

Ao Qianle nodded, "Make money, Yangzi, you have to make money to buy a wife, otherwise you will have to be a bachelor in this life."

Ao Mufeng laughed and said, "Uncle Qianlai, be careful not to cheat everyone of the money you earn. It is illegal to buy a wife now."

Ao Qianlai shook his head repeatedly: "That won't be that won't be that. Vietnamese daughter-in-law, as long as the wife doesn't run away."

Ao Muyang said: "You should be careful, come on, Uncle Qianlai, weigh me a box of fried snails and I will eat them as snacks."

Ao Qianlai smiled and said, "There are no boxes, only plastic bags."

Ao Muyang said: "You are not ready for business, okay, give me two pounds."

Ao Qianlai knew that Ao Muyang was supporting him, so he took out all the snails in the small pot and said, "Yangzi, I've given them all, just give me twenty yuan."

Fried snails cost ten yuan per pound. The price is not low for the beach, but locals love it, so the price can be sold well.

Ao Qianlai said while pouring the snails, "Yozi, I'm actually ready. Look, I didn't make anything randomly, so I fryed a little snails. I fryed it on site, and it was delicious."

Ao Muyang twisted a snail and sucked it in his mouth, then curled his lips: "You are going to fry again, are you?"

Ao Qianlai nodded: "Yes."

Ao Muyang sighed: "Forget it, wait for me, I'll buy some seasonings, I'll fry a pot for you, remember my recipe."

Ao Qianlai smiled immediately: "Okay, okay, Yoko, you have been a chef, you can do it better than me."

Ao Muyang found a small boat from a supermarket. Hu Xiuxiu quietly pulled him and whispered: "Hey, don't buy the things on this boat."

"What's wrong?"

As soon as he asked, the woman on the boat saw him wave and immediately rowed over with enthusiasm.

Ao Muyang looked at the seasoning prepared by Ao Qianlai and ordered cumin grains, Lao Gan Ma, mushroom sauce, black sesame seeds, white sesame seeds and honey.

He asked when he chose the right thing, "How much?"

The woman didn't say anything, but stared at Hu Xiuxiu.

Hu Xiuxiu smiled and said, "Haha, what money do you want? Your own people, your own people, this is my mother. Mom, this is my good friend, named Ao Muyang, these are all his friends."

When Ao Muyang heard this, he was embarrassed. What is this? I met the parents in advance? The key is that the relationship between the two has not been determined and is now just ordinary friends.

He understood why Hu Xiuxiu didn't let him buy this woman's things before. It turned out that the seller on the boat was someone else's mother.

The woman looked at Ao Muyang, looked carefully from head to toe, and then smiled: "Hello, hello, do you want anything? They are all their own people, just give the cost price."

Since it was a business of Hu Xiuxiu's family, the group bought some more and less for Ao Muyang's sake.

Ao Qianlai stared at Ao Mufeng and said, "Crazy, I have soda here too, why don't you buy mine?"

Ao Mufeng said: "Uncle Qianlai, just shut up now."

Ao Qianlai was not meant to be ill-hearted. He did not question what he said just now, but to ask in a simple manner. So after hearing Ao Mufeng's words, he honestly shut up.

Ao Muyang finally settled the bill together. Hu Xiuxiu's mother took the money as usual and left. Before leaving, she glanced at him twice, with her eyes quite intriguing.

Ao Mupeng came to him and whispered: "Brother Yang, mother-in-law, look at the son-in-law..."

Ao Muyang hooked his hand quietly: "General, go ahead."

The general lying on the boat rushed towards Ao Mupeng. Ao Mupeng was shocked and quickly squatted down and raised his hand: "I beg for mercy, let me go!"

Ao Muyang got on Ao Qianlai's boat, and Ao Qianlai was still wondering: "Yozi, I also have drinks. I bought mine. My cheap one. Her Coke is 2.5 yuan, and my two yuan..."

"Okay, wait until we call you when we are thirsty."

With a casual agreement, he burned the small stove on the boat, poured oil, and when the oil turned on, he put in star anise, dried tangerine peel, ginger pieces and pepper and stir-fryed.

Ao Qianlai soaked the snails in advance. Ao Muyang made the sauce first, then picked up the snails and put them in the pot to stir-fry. He controlled the heat and sprinkled the seasonings in it.

Whether the snail tastes good or not depends on the meat quality, but on the sauce that is dipped in the shell. People will habitually suck it in and suck it first. Where can I eat the snail meat taste? It depends on the sauce of the snail shell to enhance the flavor.

Ao Muyang fryed two small pots, one spicy and one mushroom flavor, and finally sprinkled with sesame seeds, which are both full of color, fragrance and flavor.

He patted Ao Qianlai on the shoulder and asked him to continue doing business, while he accompanied Hu Xiuxiu and his group to watch the social drama.

While sucking the snails, he commented: "Now these actors have no basic skills. If you see a little wave pushing the stage, they can't stand up."

Hu Xiuxiu said: "Actually, these theater troupes can't keep people anymore. If they weren't joining in the fun, who would watch the social drama? Now everyone has a lot of entertainment activities. What's the meaning of social drama?"

Ao Mufeng nodded and said, "Yes, Xiuxiu is right. If you don't give the money, why do you work hard to show it for you? Anyway, just take a look."

Ao Muyang also nodded. He understood this truth, but he just regretted that a traditional activity in his hometown was facing a state of apoptosis.

The performance was at noon and the club was temporarily suspended. Only one old man came out to sing the song to support the venue, and everyone else went to have dinner or rest.

Ao Muyang looked up and saw that although the sun was as bright as ever, it was autumn after all, with the weather being clear and the temperature not so high.

He ate fried snails all morning and accompanied Hu Xiuxiu to have snacks, so he was not hungry at noon.

Just then Ao Qianlai came to him again and said happily: "Yozi, you have sold everything you have sold, you have sold everything you have made, it's so easy to sell."

Ao Muyang held a toothpick in his mouth and said, "Come on, I'll teach you how to make it. I'll fry two more pots for you."

Ao Qianlai laughed and said, "That's very good, it's very wonderful."

In the afternoon, he focused on selling snails. The business changed from the coldness in the morning and became hot.

In the evening, Hu Xiuxiu received a call saying that her grandmother was feeling uncomfortable at home, so she apologized and hurriedly left.

The social drama will last until nine o'clock in the evening. The young people on the boat attacked everywhere and went to chat with the unmarried girls, leaving Ao Muyang watching the boat.

This happened to be true that Ao Muyang had not watched a social drama for more than ten years and had no time since he was in junior high school, so he stayed on the boat and watched it with relish.

When the sun sets, a small boat rows out and leans over. The woman on the boat smiles and says, "Ao Muyang, right? Are you a child from Longtou Village?"

Ao Muyang turned his head and looked at him and felt nervous. Hu Xiuxiu's mother!
Chapter completed!