Chapter 0007 is concise

Ba Dacheng, with a slightly more relaxed demeanor, said: "This is just the beginning, why bother with unnecessary things... If Zhimin continues to be this busy, can his body handle it?" He actually always remembered being trapped under the overturned vehicle. The moment his son appeared, it felt as if a weight had been lifted, a sense of relief washed over him; his son had grown up! That feeling of comfort was difficult for a lifelong mechanic to articulate

The result is troublesome

Buck is not in the mood to flirt with girls, picking a piece of yellow peach to stuff in his mother's mouth: "She should be a teacher at an art academy, earning quite a good salary as a university professor. How could she possibly look down on us workers' children? Don't make yourself unhappy. It was just a chance encounter on the way back, and I didn't expect to meet her around here... Dad, could you help me take the meat out of that box? After grilling, we can go home; it's really hot today." She can afford a more than 400,000 yuan SUV and even goes on self-driving trips; her income is truly incomparable to that of our workers' village... Dad, could you help me take the meat out of that box? After grilling, we can go home; it's really hot today." She can afford a more than 400,000 yuan SUV and even goes on self-driving trips; her income is truly incomparable to that of our workers' village.

There has always been a queue: "Hey! Buddy... isn't there a first-come, first-served policy?" Others are also speaking out: "This is unfair!"

It is said that he used to be a cheerful young man who spoke a lot, but after walking in silence for two or three months, he has become what he is now. The dialect of his hometown sounds very familiar, but it is quite rare for a girl like this to chatter away without needing a response. However, during those few short days of returning home, he seems to have gotten used to it.

Ba Dacheng was also watching, remaining silent, his brows had long since relaxed in great comfort. His son had returned, there were tasks to be done, and a young lady was flirting with him, it was simply perfect

Even the cheap sportswear that fit him well at the time, but was quite unbefitting of his status, was purchased by someone else

Fang Lingying, unembarrassed, showcased her plate: "I've been in the studio all day, and I haven't even had lunch yet. Would you like to try a piece?" The beautiful girl smiled and actually took a piece of meat, giving Fang Lingying a thumbs up before linking arms with her boyfriend and walking away, not sparing a second glance at the barbecue.

There are indeed many young ladies, and they wear little during the summer, exposing their arms and legs, which catches the eye. This is around dinner time, and most of them are out wandering and strolling with their boyfriends or companions, while also browsing the night market. No one pays attention to the dark, grimy barbecue chef, especially since the area around the grill is filled with swirling smoke and a strong smell of grease. The more discerning young ladies tend to avoid the area, covering their mouths and noses in disgust. They only seek delicious snacks, not the messy process of preparation. No one pays attention to the dark, grimy barbecue chef, especially since the area around the grill is filled with swirling smoke and a strong smell of grease. The more discerning young ladies tend to avoid the area, covering their mouths and noses in disgust. They only seek delicious snacks, not the messy process of preparation.

Buck does not care: "Prepare more for tomorrow, otherwise you can just bring it over to sell, I won't charge you."

The young woman surprisingly swallowed before nodding: "Bring me a plate."

Buck glanced over without speaking, continuing with his own tasks. The young woman let out a long, surprised "Hmm": "Very good, where did you learn that? I thought you were really tricked into going over there to pick cotton."

Muttering to herself, Liu Shufen picked up the fan used to stoke the fire to attend to her son: "If you're tired, don't work, just play well..." This was her deliberate attempt to shower her son with the indulgence that he had missed out on over the past ten years.

To understand, Buck punished himself by walking back home from the tumultuous regions of Eastern Europe like a penitent monk, taking a full two and a half months. With no money and no identification, he continued to wander along the northwest route after illegally crossing the border. If it weren't for seeing a vehicle with his hometown's license plate offering a ride, and the girl not minding his foul odor and bringing him back... he might have only been able to see a limping, disabled father.

However, what he did not expect was that there were indeed too many people in the country, and their consumption capacity for trying new things was quite strong, especially among students. They were far from the financially constrained image he had when he was a student. Groups of three to five boys, along with handsome guys accompanied by girls, spent money without hesitation, and they were clamoring for him to sell beer.

Liu Shufen was the first to notice this unusual girl, who was neither squatting by the roadside nor sitting at the table, but was continuously talking to Buck and pulling her husband with great effort: "Look! Look over there... whose daughter is that? She looks quite pretty!"

Most people in the catering industry rely on alcohol sales for profit. There is a famous saying that alcohol cannot be taken outside. However, this person actively throws away the profit, choosing not to earn the money in between. It is just a short distance away, and diners naturally prefer to drink the market-priced beer rather than the restaurant's beer. As a result, the convenience store owner, who suddenly sees a stream of customers buying chilled beer, is a bit bewildered. In the end, he brings two cans of mhetushu.comcom chilled beer to Buck, saying, "Brother, thank you..."

Buck looked again at the girl's attire and nodded.

Amidst the laughter, the man over here touched his face to assess the young lady's appearance, silently tossing the money into the shoebox and bringing it over to eat. In front of a beauty, one should still maintain a degree of decorum.

This scoundrel is not after making a lot of money; he simply wants to bring some joy to his parents and is content as long as he has some income for himself

Buck couldn't be bothered to respond and casually handed over a plate, saying confidently: "Here you go! With looks like these, I would offer it for free too."

Feeling somewhat apprehensive, Buck pointed to the money box, and over here, he reached out to pull over a white plate to start slicing the meat. As a girl was already taking out money, she suddenly saw that dark hand, bending down to avoid the swirling smoke from the grill. Just as Buck finished slicing, he heard the other party irritably say: "Hey, Buck! Do you dare to charge me?"

The young lady, not feeling shy, stood up and stretched her neck to look at the condiments and side dishes over there, and she reached over with a fork to pick and choose: "I like diced lotus root, please cut some for tomorrow as well. Also, enoki mushrooms, which the young ladies here enjoy. Your vegetable scraps in thick sauce are actually quite good; you could sell them separately to the ladies. As for the meat, let's skip it, as the fat and calories are too high, and not many young ladies are willing to eat it."

Buck raised his eyebrows without saying a word, and it was only the old ghost who had the energy to entertain so many guests. Today, there were only sixty to seventy pounds of meat; once sold out, the work would be done. Tomorrow, there would be no more fussing with fish and meat, as it is quite troublesome to remove the fish bones.

Indeed, it is busy. Buck has to handle the grilling alone, as well as peeling, and he skillfully arranges the dishes. However, he is not very proactive about collecting payments. He uses a shoebox for customers to toss their money into while he takes the plates away, and those needing change must retrieve it from the box themselves. Additionally, he wears a pair of gloves that are quite uncomfortable in summer, which signifies that his hands are clean and do not touch money, something that Europeans care about. As a result, the diners here find it somewhat novel. As for whether there are any opportunists among them, Buck does not pay much attention to that.

The young lady tentatively picked up a piece and tried to bite it with her white teeth. Upon hearing this unique compliment, she immediately broke into a broad smile. To be honest, she was dressed rather sloppily today, wearing a dirty gray-blue mhetushucomcom coat, with the rolled-up sleeves still caked with mud. Her long wavy hair was casually pinned up at the back of her head, and her unmade-up face had a slightly greasy sheen, as if it had been baked in an oven. Yet, she still exuded a certain fullness of charm, which instantly drew many eyes in her direction. However, her trembling chest was obscured by the coat, making it less noticeable. Instead, a pair of long legs peeked out from beneath the coat, adorned with bright wedge sandals, creating a striking contrast between the rough, old fabric of the coat and her delicate, slender legs, which was even more captivating.

As a graceful figure glided past the grill, she took a step back, sniffing the air, and inquired in a melodic tone, "How much for a serving?"

It can be said that Buck's keen observational skills are somewhat hereditary, as Ba Dacheng rightly pointed out. The young lady was spotted by someone she knew after she had been lingering by the grill for a while: "Teacher Fang? Are you also here to eat at the food stall?"

Liu Shufen quickly swallowed the yellow peach: "The kid Sanwa next door has nothing to do at home all day long. His mother was so envious last night that she said, 'Why don't I ask him to come and help you out? It's just a neighborly favor, and I can also owe her a favor.'" She calculated these things most precisely.

However, what stands out is that he is wearing a pair of disposable rubber gloves and a mask that costs only a few cents.

Thus, Liu Shufen happily watched for a while and then murmured, "This... it might be difficult to find a daughter-in-law, right? Which girl would be willing to marry someone who grills meat by the roadside?" Parents' concerns tend to follow this order: once work is settled, thoughts turn to finding a daughter-in-law, which is actually akin to the saying about being well-fed and thinking of other matters.

Buck raised his eyes with a composed demeanor, not exactly surprised, as Fang Lingying had mentioned she was in the vicinity when he got out of the car. However, he did not expect to have another opportunity to meet her, and so soon at that. It was indeed that familiar face, which had always appeared somewhat dull, now showing a hint of warmth: "Do you live around here too? Feel free to eat..." He sliced a few more pieces, contemplating whether to add a few more.

Liu Shufen suddenly realized: "That’s right, studying art!" She immediately felt that the cultural literacy of the Lao Ba family would be elevated to a higher level

Liu Shufen has many thoughts: "This clothing... hetushucom.com... The family conditions are not very good, right? It looks quite similar to the blue cloth jackets worn by the workers from the moving company. It shouldn't be too picky. As for us... Now Xiao Ming is considered to have a house and a car, so he is deserving, right? I will go and ask what the current prices for banquets are?"

Buck nodded and smiled, while the girl, feeling the heat, hurriedly said: "Every day? Then I might as well come over for dinner?"

Expressive features are much more attractive than those monotonous cone-shaped faces with big eyes

Father, be a little more aware of your achievements: "Let us help you, it's not that busy." Buck firmly refused, as doing this was meant to make his parents happy and to keep himself occupied; otherwise, it would be counterproductive to tire his parents out.

To him, these matters are of no concern; why bother with trivialities that do not matter

However, his parents were concerned. Seeing Fang Lingying playfully pinch Buck's hand to say goodbye before leaving, they immediately crossed the street to inquire about her: "Who is she? She looks really beautiful and seems quite cultured. What does she do? Is she really from an art academy? Does she have high standards?"

The young lady saw that there were really no seats available, so she casually stood by the oven: "You are quite capable, managing to start this business in just a few days, and the income seems pretty good, right?" In the scorching heat of summer, she surprisingly made a gesture as if to warm her hands by the fire

Ba Dacheng, amused yet exasperated, held onto his wife, who had a divergent way of thinking: "Look at those shoes on her feet, they are not from a poor family. And over there... isn't there an art academy nearby? The girls inside dress in the most chaotic manner." Having lived for decades, he understood that art academies are filled with knowledgeable individuals, yet they are also somewhat unreliable scholars.

Buck humbly said: "On the first day... you sit on this, and it will be done immediately." He stretched out his foot to pull his plastic stool from the side of the grill and quickly piled up a generous amount of yellow peaches and tomatoes, then added a few sprigs of coriander before reaching for a metal fork with both hands to serve it over.

This is not about doing business; it is simply akin to being a selfless benefactor

This has been Buck's profound feeling all along

She does not possess the traditional features of a beauty with an oval face, large eyes, and a cherry-like mouth. Her cheeks may have a slight baby fat, resulting in a fuller face. When slightly surprised, her mouth opens wide, and when she pouts a bit more, her cheeks resemble rosy apples. Her nostrils are somewhat broad, and her nose is prominent, which makes her eye sockets appear deeper. Her slightly thick, long eyebrows convey a strong sense of independence. As for her age, she is likely in her mid-twenties.

Buck nonchalantly scratched his neck and said, "You all can just take a break."

What a familiar face that is

Fang Lingying finally felt a sense of peace and justification. She quickly finished the food on her plate and swiftly took out some money to toss into the shoe box to cover her expenses before leaving: "Running a small business is not easy. In the future, when I am at school, I will come here to eat this in the evenings. Make sure to add some variety, so I don't get tired of it after a few days. Do it well; I believe it has great potential!" It was clear that she spoke with the tone of a teacher educating someone. Buck offered a forced smile in response, not bothering to ramble on about not accepting money or anything of the sort.

The busy clerk has no leisure to respond, tapping the front of the grill with a skewer, painting several large characters "Authentic Caucasian Barbecue" and beside it in smaller letters "Fifteen Yuan per Plate"

With her smooth, shoulder-length hair, even from the perspective of Buck, who has long been immersed in the so-called most beautiful country in Europe, this is indeed a girl with a lively and beautiful face

The weather is too hot, and standing by the grill makes it even hotter, so Buck dresses very simply, wearing his father's old crew-neck shirt, which has turned slightly yellowish. Below, he has on a pair of ten-yuan shorts from a roadside stall. Today, he has hung a blue work apron around his neck, which he took from the workshop. On his feet are a pair of flip-flops, the cheap kind made of foam. In short, he keeps it as simple as possible, mainly to persuade Ba Dacheng to wear those new clothes. Buck himself truly does not care about what he wears; who is he dressing for?

Indeed, if one is to eat meat heartily, one must also drink alcohol heartily. Buck unexpectedly pointed to the convenience store nearby and said, "There are chilled drinks over there, go buy some yourself!" He was simply too busy to attend to it.

Yet her gaze kept wandering over Buck, starting from the moment she picked him up during the self-driving trip in the northwest. This taciturn fellow continued to surprise her, including the stall in front of them, as well as the somewhat uncommon rubber thin-film gloves on Buck's hands and the disposable mask that had been pushed down to his neck due to the heat. Of course, there were also those hands she was incredibly familiar with, hands that had aged two or three decades, dark and weathered.