Roadside stall essay

When I first entered this electronics factory, there were several stalls selling breakfast at the entrance of the factory. At dawn, the stall owners began to get busy, steaming buns, frying flatbreads, grinding soy milk, and then the sound of shouting passed through the empty cement road and drifted into the simple rental houses.

The first stall sells rice rolls. The stall owners are a newlywed couple who have just come from the countryside. The young couple had never seen the world, so they blushed and were embarrassed to shout. The husband bent down to wipe the table, and the wife looked at him and smiled. Someone went to eat rice rolls, and the wife nodded and took the money. The husband stopped what he was doing, wiped his hands with his apron, and was busy scooping a spoonful of rice milk and spreading it into a square tray, then adding the evenly mixed meat sauce and eggs. Pour over the rice milk and place on the steaming rack. The wife stood by and took out the steaming rice rolls after a few minutes, put them on a plate, poured soup on them and served them to the guests, smiling and saying "thank you" softly. The young couple has a clear division of labor and a tacit understanding of cooperation. The second stall sells flatbreads. The chef is from Henan and has a crew cut. While baking the flatbreads, he keeps shouting: "The flatbreads just come out of the pan, smell fragrant and crispy when eaten. The flatbreads will give you strength!" You buy a flatbread for two yuan, and the chef has a good eye for accuracy and knife skills. He puts the flatbread on the chopping board, cuts it from the middle with a knife, and puts it on an electronic scale to weigh it. He won't take back the extra pie and give it to you for free. The stall at the far end sells preserved egg porridge and fried rice noodles. She is a woman in her thirties, wearing a blue sportswear, with her hair tied up, and a faint smile often on her dark and thin face. She came on a tricycle to sell breakfast. The fried rice noodles were packed in a foam box, and the pressure cooker was filled with hot preserved egg porridge. The woman was easy-going. She took the money, scooped out the porridge from the bowl and handed over the spoon, all in a neat and unhurried manner. Sometimes there were so many people that it was too busy, so she would ask people to pack the rice noodles themselves. Someone was too greedy and filled the lunch box, pressed it down with chopsticks, and then filled it again, until the rice noodles almost fell to the ground. She pursed her lips, shook her head and smiled, but didn't say anything. A bowl of preserved egg porridge costs two yuan. Some girls handed over one yuan. She scooped up half the bowl and shook it. She felt it was a little short, and then added another half a spoon.

There are so many people selling breakfast. Sometimes I wander around the roadside, not knowing what to eat. I remember the first time I went to the stall at the end to buy breakfast. I ordered a bowl of preserved egg porridge and a portion of fried rice noodles. She took the hundred-dollar bill, counted the change in the carton, lowered her head and sighed: " Hey, I don’t have enough change. You can go to another stall. I’m really sorry.” I put the money in my pocket and was about to turn around to leave. She looked up at me and smiled, rubbed her palms and said softly: "You rush to work in the factory, I will scoop you preserved egg porridge, and you will pay me tomorrow." Without trust between people, there will be thick walls between hearts. She couldn't make much money selling a breakfast, but she trusted me so much. I was so excited that I didn't know what to say. I reached out and took the preserved egg porridge she handed me. It was hot. I blew it in a few mouthfuls and drank it. It slipped through my throat and made my body feel much warmer. There was a smile on her lips from beginning to end, and I just felt that the cold wind in the morning was full of warmth.

The couple selling rice rolls did not come to sell breakfast. A portion of rice rolls costs four yuan. Except for the heads and heads of various departments in the factory, the girls on the assembly line were reluctant to buy rice rolls. . I heard that their business was very slow. After working hard for an hour or two, they failed to sell a few breakfasts and could not recover their capital. The young couple planned to work in a factory. Next, the Henan chef who sells flatbreads also returned to his hometown to open a shop, and there were fewer and fewer stalls selling breakfast on the roadside. The old man who grinds soy milk to steam steamed buns and sells them took the opportunity to raise the price: the soy milk costs one and a half yuan a cup, and the steamed buns cost one yuan each. Everyone felt that the old man was too cruel, so they refused to buy breakfast from him. As a result, everyone went to buy preserved egg porridge and fried rice noodles. The woman's business suddenly became prosperous, and the old man was so angry that he stamped his feet aside. In the end, the old man stopped coming to sell breakfast. Only the woman still came to the roadside every day to sell breakfast. The preserved egg porridge still cost two yuan a bowl, and the fried rice noodles still cost two yuan. It was a stormy morning, with strong winds blowing mercilessly on the trees and heavy rain crackling at the windows. I went to work holding an umbrella. There was sewage dripping on the ground and it was covered with dead branches and leaves. In people's eyes, the grass in the corner is so weak, but it is so strong in the wind and rain, without lowering its head, as if smiling at me. I thought that in such weather, the woman would not come to sell breakfast, and she and her co-workers would be hungry. But when I arrived at the factory gate, I saw a big red umbrella holding up her stall, swaying in the wind and rain, and my heart warmed up.

She was wiping her hair, then slowly raised her head, and the sweat on her face was faintly visible. She forced out a smile and finished picking up the rice noodles for me, her face gradually darkened. She looked at the sky and said to herself: "Today's work has been in vain. The tricycle is broken, and it costs dozens of yuan to repair it." Yes, for those rich people, it costs dozens of yuan. Not enough for them to buy a pack of cigarettes. But this woman who sells breakfast spent two hours of her earnings in the wind and rain repairing her car. How could she not feel distressed? Fortunately, the co-workers handed her money and gathered around to buy breakfast. Some wanted fried rice noodles, and some wanted preserved egg porridge. She started to get busy again, with a familiar smile on her face.

One morning, I went to a roadside stall to have breakfast as usual. It was still the same stall, the same tricycle, and the same foam box containing rice noodles, but the breakfast seller was replaced by a young man in his twenties. Is that woman sick? I looked at the young man and asked for a bowl of preserved egg porridge. I put too much water in the porridge and it tasted very bland when I drank it. A girl bought a portion of fried rice noodles and after taking one bite, she exclaimed: "The rice noodles are too fried and I can't eat them. The rice noodles fried by the elder sister are still fragrant and chewy." The young man sighed a few times and took a picture. He clapped his hands and shouted loudly: "You are talking about my sister. She went back to her hometown to pick up her children for school, and came back a few days later to continue selling breakfast. Oh, my sister has a bad temper. She said she sold a few at the gate of your factory. We have always taken care of her business. She asked me to come and help her for a few days when she went home. She brought her child to study in Shenzhen, but she couldn't afford it here. If you don't have a house, your child can't go to a public school. It costs tens of thousands of yuan a year to study in a private school. How much does a breakfast seller earn? "The tuition is too expensive." If she goes to school next to her, her life as a mother will be even more difficult in the future. But such a mother is so selfless and great. For the sake of her children's tomorrow, she is willing to endure more hardships and endure too much fatigue!

After hearing what the young man said, the girl didn't say she was alive. She just lowered her head and started eating rice noodles. I then drank the half bowl of preserved egg porridge and thought it tasted pretty good, so I asked the guy to scoop another bowl for me...