Chapter 396

Ye Mo also looked at the two quail looking at each other's girl and said, "look, you can't talk. You've pissed my aunt off. We don't have anyone to make breakfast. Can you make breakfast?"

The two girls shook their heads wrongly. Ye Mo was amused by the scene, and then said with a smile, "OK, let's all wash up. Today I'll take you to taste the most authentic Chinese breakfast."

When he came back last night, ye Mo noticed a breakfast shop. Although it was closed at that point, the sign on it was Songji breakfast shop, with Chinese in the middle and English corresponding to a line of small characters below. It was this billboard that immediately aroused Ye Mo's interest.

As for the big railway burning steel and carbon at the door of the store, it is estimated that it is used for frying fried dough sticks. It looks very Chinese. Fortunately, the place is not far away from here, and it can be passed on foot.

Ye Mo himself doesn't matter, but it's different to make these two girls have the most traditional Chinese breakfast.

It's the first time for the two girls to walk out. They are afraid of the outside world. They hold Ye Mo's arm and blink their eyes. They look at the outside world curiously.

As for the passers-by on the road, they all subconsciously looked here, and always felt that the three brothers and sisters looked at it, which gave people a good feeling.

After a while came to the breakfast shop, ye Mo took out a cigarette and threw it to the busy shop owner.

The boss is a middle-aged man in his twenties and twenties. He has a Chinese character face. He looks like an honest man. His face is covered with wind and frost. The calluses on his hands have cracked. It's a typical pair of hands of working people.

Although he was very busy and sweaty in the morning, the shop owner was very happy. If he was Xiaobai, he might feel the beauty of the United States. Yemo knew that the United States was not as bright as it seemed, and the life of people at the bottom of the society was actually quite difficult.

Although the owner of this shop is self-supporting, compared with places like KFC, it is undoubtedly a low-end place. The profit from working all day may not be as much as people earn in half an hour. Most of the people who come here also come from the bottom of the society.

The boss doesn't know how many years he came to the United States. Even if he is a little happy, he can't work hard to run a breakfast shop on the roadside at his age.

"Master, three small buns, three fried dough sticks, eight treasure porridge and spicy soup, two tea eggs for each, and a bowl of shredded meat noodles for me alone." Ye Mo opens a way.

Hearing such a pure local accent, the shop owner's face was eager: "brother, are you Chinese?"

Ye Mo said with a smile: "black hair and yellow skin are not all Chinese."

The boss saw that ye Mo was so easygoing. Unexpectedly, he also talked enthusiastically. His work did not fall down. After a while, three small cages were put on the table with three vinegar dishes.

After greeting his wife and firing a topping, ye Mo, the owner of the shop, chatted enthusiastically. The owner's surname is Zhu. He has been living here for more than 20 years and suffered a lot of crimes in his early years. He lost a little finger in his right hand, which was cut off by local hooligans when he first came here.

In those days, the Chinese at the bottom of the class were not as good as animals, and their human rights were not protected. It is reasonable to say that the more so, the more compatriots should unite. But we have to say that many people do not have integrity.

In those years, some of them stepped on the bones of their compatriots, and some of them are still struggling to make a living at the bottom of society, such as boss Zhu.

More than 20 years later, the next generation has become a different social class. The rich and the poor are the good ones, and the targets of exploitation and exploitation are the plain ones.

Although there are many people with black hair and yellow skin here now, many people have forgotten who their ancestors are. From boss Zhu, they are harassed by local hooligans. Ironically, it is often their compatriots who should be blood thicker than water who bully and smash them the most.

Boss Zhu is also very sad when he talks about these things. He has no feelings when he looks at a walking corpse every day. But he knows that ye Mo just came from China to work in the United States two days ago. In his eyes, this is the relative from his motherland!

Especially after breakfast, I bring my two younger sisters to the breakfast shop. The fried dough sticks come earlier than those in star hotels. For a time, I have a good impression on Ye mo!

The two little girls obviously came into contact with the traditional Chinese breakfast for the first time. The expression on their faces lit up instantly. Then the shop owner asked, "little brother, your two sisters don't look big. Can they eat so much?"

Ye Mo said with a smile, "it's OK. I can't finish it. It's mainly to take them to taste more."

The boss also sighed: "yes, food can't be wasted. Every grain is hard. I don't know how many people died of starvation in the great famine.

To tell you the truth, every time the breakfast is sold out, I look at the porridge and steamed stuffed bun that are almost full in the swill bucket. I feel a little distressed. It would be a human life if a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun were replaced decades ago! "

For other young people, they may not be interested in the history that is not recorded in these textbooks. Ye Mo talks with each other without a word. Although he doesn't say much, ye Mo almost sees the boss Zhu's swaying for more than 40 years.

Just as they were chatting, the roar of an engine came from a distance. A second-hand refitted car rushed to this side like crazy. When it was about to approach, it braked fiercely and hit several tables nearby with a tail flick.

The car itself is dilapidated. It doesn't hurt to bump into a pit any more. On the contrary, those tables have been smashed a lot. The discs that haven't been cleaned up yet have been smashed to the ground. There is a scream all around, and the two girls are scared.

At the moment, the people who come to dinner are all vagrants and some unsatisfied people from the bottom of the society. Even if there is something wrong, no one may deal with it after calling the police. This is also the reason why the other party has no fear.

When the diners saw that the situation was not good, they immediately raised their legs and left. The two girls also ran left and right behind Yemo and hid.

The door opened, and inside came a young man with a shaved head. He was a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes. He was 1.8 meters away and had a bat tattoo on his head. At first glance, he was not serious.

As for those who are followed by others, they either have a nose ring on their nose or a lot of ear holes in their ears. This kind of standard American street ruffian is no different from those domestic gangsters who collect protection fees.

As soon as they got out of the car, they swearing and coming over. When they saw the seats and benches, they directly kicked them off. What's more, they directly knocked down the railway. The iron pot and steamer on them rolled all over the ground. The hot steel and carbon in the soup and water lifted up a large amount of water vapor. The scene was in a state of chaos.

The shaved guy at the head yelled at boss Zhu. Boss Zhu's face was ugly. However, no matter how he tried to persuade the other party, he didn't buy it. He went to his store with a stick and smashed it.

One of the guys opened the drawer, poured the broken tickets and coins into the cloth bag and went out. The landlady rushed out to catch each other, but was overturned by the other.

Boss Zhu was so angry that he grabbed his rolling pin and rushed over. But before he got close, he was tripped and fell out by a man on the side. There was a big laugh all around.

As for the baldheaded man, he said something at his command. The implication was that if they didn't pay the protection fee, they wouldn't want to mix here.

After staying abroad for such a long time, Mr. Zhu had no problem in simple English communication. Then he argued: "this is my own shop. It doesn't occupy your stall. I'm also a legal taxpayer. Why should I pay you protection fees!

What's more, you've collected it once last week. I'm a small business. I can't stand your snatching money every so often. What's my family eating! You are scum! Blood sucking beast

The bald head, the leader, was also affected by boss Zhu's attitude. He angrily scolded "son, of, bitch" and raised his hand to slap boss Zhu.

However, before the palm of his hand fell, he heard a "click" sound. A stainless steel rolling pin whistled directly into the bare wrist, and a scream stabbed the eardrum of the people around him.