Chapter 958 Fireworks
The set of paintings drawn by Su Xing are simple line cartoons. She draws them very quickly and uploads them directly to Weibo after finishing them.
After that, she temporarily stopped paying attention to the comment section, closed her Weibo account, and started working.
At around one in the morning, she turned off her computer and went to bed.
In the summer in the north, the sun rises very early.
When Su Xing got up at 3:30, it was already bright outside.
She goes out for a run and practices martial arts.
After her workout, she went straight to the nearby morning market.
The morning market in H city is very lively.
The clanging sound of tricycles rolling over the cobblestone road and the creaking sound of stall owners setting up iron stands, mixed with the moist water vapor blowing in from the Songhua River, made the entire street steaming hot.
The most vivid life of Northeastern China is hidden in the endless shouting sounds.
At the tofu pudding stall at the corner of the street, white steam was coming out of a tin bucket. The proprietress, wearing a floral apron, held a bowl in her left hand and used a wooden spoon in her right hand to draw a half circle of ripples in the marinade. Day lily, black fungus, and shredded pork wrapped in thick broth poured down, sprinkled with green coriander and crispy diced pickled mustard tuber, and finally poured with a spoonful of clear chili oil.
The aroma of this bowl of hot pot breakfast alone is enough to make you drool.
"Give me a bowl of tofu pudding! Add more spiciness!" the uncle in the baseball cap shouted with a smile.
Su Xing swallowed his saliva and sat down. "Sister, I also want a bowl of tofu pudding, less spicy, and three fried dough sticks, thank you."
The proprietress agreed with a smile and started working quickly.
The stall next door sells fried cakes. The golden dough rolls in the oil and quickly expands into a round shape.
The stall owner picked up the fried cakes with long chopsticks, and the syrup dripped slowly along the gaps.
“Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, you’ll feel like honey when you take a bite!”
He shouted at the top of his voice, and oil splashed on his apron, forming dark flowers.
An old lady with a cloth bag came over and tremblingly counted the change, muttering: "Give me two, my grandson will like this."
Su Xing couldn't sit still anymore, so he got up and went to the next door, "Boss, give me five fried cakes. I'm at the tofu pudding stand next to me."
"Okay!" the stall owner agreed with a smile.
Su Xing paid the money and returned to the tofu pudding stall.
As soon as she sat down, tofu pudding and fried dough sticks were served.
Su Xing scooped a spoonful of tofu pudding into his mouth. It was salty, slightly spicy, and had a strong bean flavor. It was so delicious!
Pick up the fried dough stick and take a bite. The scalding hot steam with the aroma of wheat rushes straight into your nose. The golden crispy skin on the surface cracks between your teeth with a crisp sound, while the inside is a fluffy and soft honeycomb structure, which is light yet chewy. The more you chew, the more sweetness of flour and burnt aroma of fried food come out.
She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.
The stall owner next door also sent some fried cakes to Su Xing.
After Su Xing finished a fried dough stick, he picked up a fried cake.
The uncle who was eating tofu pudding next to him glanced at Su Xing. He thought this little girl bought so much food to take home, but now she is showing off? ?
Su Xing tried hard to ignore the gazes from nearby and ate all the food on the table.
"Sister, check out."
She paid and left under the shocked gaze of the proprietress.
Su Xing ate while walking around, and showed off big meat buns, egg pancakes and other foods.
She also packed some hot breakfast to take home for her parents.
Going further in, the fruit and vegetable area is like a colorful ocean.
An uncle in a cloth jacket sat in front of the stall, on which were piled juicy cucumbers, each with flowers and thorns on top, the sharp thorns covered with morning dew and looking bluish-white.
"It's the first one! It's guaranteed to be crunchy!"
He casually broke off a cucumber and showed it to everyone, and the juice splashed onto the cement floor in front of the stall.
Not far away, the woman selling tomatoes piled up the ripe fruits into a small hill. The bright red skins were covered with a thin layer of frost.
“It tastes sweet and sour, and is perfect for making sweet and sour vegetables!”
Her shouts mixed with the ringing of the tricycle bell left a long tail in the morning mist.
There was also an aunt squatting in front of the stall, shouting loudly, "These are all freshly picked eggplants and peppers, super fresh!"
A savory and salty aroma wafted from the meat area. The butcher in a white coat swung his shining machete and chopped it on the chopping board. The bright red pieces of meat bounced as the knife rose and fell.
“Rib meat is the best for making dumplings!”
He wiped the sweat off his face with his greasy apron and handed the freshly weighed meat to the customer.
The smoked sauce at the stall next door had a stronger aroma. Pig ears and chicken feet were glowing with an amber sheen in the glass cabinet. The stall owner, wearing white gloves, neatly cut the slices and put them into disposable transparent lunch boxes.
She also asked: "Brother, do you want two cloves of garlic? It can relieve the greasiness!"
Su Xing bought some fresh vegetables and bacon, and the more she walked around, the more things she had in her hands.
In the corner, an old man selling brooms was sitting on a stool with a tightly bundled broom made of sorghum seedlings in front of him.
He smoked his pipe silently, the sparks in the pipe flickering.
Occasionally, when a customer asked about it, he would reply in a muffled voice: "These are all made at home. They will last for three to five years without any problem."
When the morning light climbs up the tall buildings, the morning market has boiled into a flowing ocean.
The sounds of shouting, bargaining, and bicycle bells, along with the sizzling sound of fried dough sticks being put into the wok, make the summer morning in H city hot and fresh.
Su Xing returned with a bunch of things in both hands.
When she returned home, Zhou Liyun and Su Shaohui had also gotten up.
They hurriedly took the things from their daughter.
"Why buy these old things?" Zhou Liyun said.
Su Xing smiled and said, "The things at the morning market are fresh and cheap, so I bought a little more."
Su Shaohui took bowls, chopsticks, soy sauce, vinegar and other condiments from the kitchen.
"Eat quickly, and I'll take you to work after you finish eating."
Zhou Liyun asked her daughter, "Xiaoxing, have you eaten?"
Su Xing said: "I ate it at the morning market."
Upon hearing this, the couple ignored their daughter and sat down to eat breakfast.
When they finished eating, Su Xing said, "Mom and Dad, you guys go to work, I'll clean up."
The couple didn't bother to be polite with their daughter and started to change their shoes, getting ready to go out.
Before going downstairs, Su Shaohui took the garbage bag with him.
After Su Xing and his parents left, he cleaned up the dining table and kitchen, then returned to his room and continued working.
noon.
She ordered two bowls of cold buckwheat noodles, a plate of bacon, a plate of sugar-coated tomatoes, and two large vegetarian buns with pumpkin and egg left over from the morning, and made a simple lunch.
After dinner, before continuing to work, she opened Weibo and looked at the comment section of the set of stick cartoons uploaded last night.
One night and one morning had passed, and the traffic of her comics had already been astonishing.
Most of the comments were quite normal, but as she read on, she couldn't help but frown.
“Oh my god, after seeing these stories, I can’t control my tears at all. Now I have a stuffy nose from crying… (Expression: crying)”
"During this period, I have cried several times while reading news and watching videos online. Now when I see this set of comics by the artist, I can't help crying again..."
"So many people died in this flood? So sad! Salute to them!"
"I've seen some of these stories before, and I'm still moved when I read the comics now."
"I will always be moved by the unity and cohesion of our country in the face of difficulties."
"Painter, your donations to the disaster area and your participation in the rescue efforts are also one of the things that touched us."