Make a Fortune and Become Well-off [90] - Chapter 67
There were four or five stores selling fried skewers alone, and there were also quite a few selling spicy hotpot.
They skewer bean curds, gluten, rice cakes, dried fish, ham sausages, etc. with bamboo skewers, fried in oil pans, and then coated with spicy food. They were the favorites of young people.
There were also a lot of people queuing up to buy spring rolls.
She ate this spring roll once in her past life, and it had been fondly remembered for many years. Maybe the memory had beautified it, or it was just so delicious. Anyway, Jiang Ning never had such a delicious spring roll again.
The proprietress used the used oil drums to make a large iron stove, and placed a large pan on it. On top of the pan were laid flat more than twenty rectangular spring rolls, and next to it was a barrel of pre-seasoned leek.
She took out a large spring roll wrapper, scooped out a large spoonful of chive vermicelli cut into small pieces, placed it on the wrapper, folded it into a rectangle, and put it in the pan while frying the other crispy and fragrant spring rolls, then turned it over and continued wrapping the next one.
Different from the spring rolls that Jiang Ning had later that only had a little filling inside but had thick skins rolled into thin strips, each spring roll made by the boss lady was full of fillings.
Her hand movements were very quick.
In a short while, the empty space on the pot surface was filled with newly wrapped spring rolls, and the already fried spring rolls were handed to the people in line one by one very quickly, and she kept shouting, “Don’t crowd.”
Jiang Ning also joined the queue, and soon it was her turn.
The spring rolls that had just come out of the pan were a little hot. Jiang Ning waited for them to cool down a bit before eagerly biting into them. They were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, full of the fragrance of vermicelli and leeks.
It was the taste in her memory.
It was delicious, but it seemed a little too oily.
Jiang Ning finally ate the spring rolls that she had been thinking about for many years. It was as if she had let go of an obsession and finally no longer missed this delicious bite in her memory that she could never find again.
From the start of the street to the end, walking down the entire street, let alone the stores, it was difficult to squeeze a stall. After all, people were no fools. There were four high schools nearby, and there were stores to rent. She was afraid that the newly vacated store space would be snatched away immediately.
Jiang Ning, who had searched for nothing but was about to go back, suddenly heard a voice with a different accent from the locals, “Teacher Ning Meng, you are here too.”
Wang Yong really didn’t expect that he would run into Ning Meng on the street after being away for a few days.
Wang Yong, who came from Guang City, wore bright and fashionable clothes that were different from the ones in this dusty small county. Coupled with his young and energetic face, even if he walked silently on the road, he could provoke many people to take a look. Not to mention that his eyes were sparkling at that moment, and he ran towards a girl wearing a No. 1 High school uniform with a face full of joy.
The aunties selling things on the roadside were not sure. They couldn’t help but look at Jiang Ning with their peripheral vision or openly to judge whether she was a boy or a girl.
Of course, the face looked like a girl, but the hair and body looked like a boy. What did the young man call her just now? Teacher Ning Meng?
There were still people with such strange names.
Hearing a young man calling this boy who looked like a student at first glance as a teacher, they were full of curious gossip.
“Teacher Ning Neng, what a coincidence that you came to see. Is the manuscript finished and you want me to copy it for you?” Wang Yong’s eyes were filled with a clear and thoughtful smile.
Jiang Ning, who was urged to write the manuscript in person, thought, “Do you think I want to see you?”
“Let’s do it on Monday. I’ll write more on Saturday and Sunday. I’ll give it to you after the morning reading class on Monday.”
Wang Yong nodded with bright eyes, saying, “That’s great. By the way, the total monthly sales volume of the first issue published by Catcher in Song Dynasty on Wuxia is out.”
“A single issue exceeded one million, and our magazine’s total monthly sales reached 3.2 million copies this month.”
When he received the news from his colleagues in Guangzhou, Wang Yong was so happy that he almost danced on his feet.
The magazine was selling well, and there was hope.
“Teacher Ning Meng, our director said that you haven’t replied to his email. Are you free now? Do you want to reply to him? Of course, if you are busy, you can convey it to me.” Wang Yong joined work not long after graduating from college, and his face was filled with utter enthusiasm.
“By the way, do you want to apply for SN? The magazine now has SN. You can contact the editor directly through SN. Your editor is me. From now on, I will be responsible for your manuscripts.” He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Jiang Ning, “This is my SN and email number. If you can’t find me on the phone, you can also contact me directly through SN and email.”
Thinking that it was time for a meal, Wang Yong asked, “Teacher Ning Meng, have you eaten?” He was about to say that he wanted to treat Jiang Ning for a meal, but suddenly he thought that there was no restaurant nearby that suited his taste. They all sold spicy food.
He had almost developed hemorrhoids after eating these past few days, and several pimples appeared on his forehead.
The people in Wucheng were so terrible that they even made their wontons spicy.
After staying there for a few days, Wang Yong was really not used to eating and was eager to go back.
Seeing Jiang Ning finish the spring rolls in her hand, he couldn’t help but ask expectantly, “Teacher Ning Meng, do you want to go back and write the manuscript now?”
“By the way, our magazine has now opened an email submission. You can type out the manuscript on the computer and send it to us via email. Teacher Ning Meng, there is an Internet cafe in front of you. Do you want to try it?” After a pause, he said a little uncomfortably, “Teacher
Ning Meng, it doesn’t matter if you know how to use a computer or not. I can use it and I’ll teach you.”
Once I teach Teacher Ningmeng how to type, I won’t have to copy manuscripts or wait for a long time to receive letters.
He was really a mediocre little genius for drafting.
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