The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

The diners behind him also have a leisurely and familiar boss. Dou Qian said a couple of words: "Oh, these two city managers, the attitude is pretty good?"

"It's rare to see such a kind city manager these days. Your chair is occupied like this, and they haven't, confiscated it."

"terrific!"

The lady proprietress who was holding a rag and cleaning up a table full of messy tables that had just gone away, returned somewhat happily: "No, the lives of our street are good."

"Usually, the older city manager came to inspect, and he always gave two warnings."

"If this is a time when the city is cleaned up and managed strictly, we will be notified in advance."

"It's not easy to do anything these days, it's all the old neighbours who have known each other for a long time."

"We don't give him any trouble specifically, and he is willing to give us some tolerance. It's fun, very good."

After hearing this, the diners agreed. After nodding, they seemed to think of something. They turned around and asked, "Hey, I heard that the new restaurant in the innermost part of the street is not easy?"

Seeing that the customer asked about the gossip about this new restaurant, the proprietress subconsciously looked around, and then she moved two steps closer to the table, before she continued to gossip.

"What's not easy, it's just the whole family playing together."

"I can't wait to set up all the stalls that can be sold, and I will offend the people in this street to death."

"Just say that you are a Sichuan restaurant and sell the crayfish that everyone has?"

"I don’t know where I got a lot of snacks. After I became popular, I took Lao Yang, who sells spicy hot and spicy soup next to me, and Mai Mai Ti, who sells barbecue, and robbed my family of business. Quite a lot."

"You ask them all sold the same, why do they sell it?"

"It's cheap! You who run a barbecue shop, and a small vendor who can set up an iron stove and grill it, go to reason?"

"Wait and see, it will be lively sooner or later."

Having said that, it didn’t matter that the proprietress who hung up high, twisted her ass, and sent the dustpan full of garbage to the large one prepared by the Environmental Sanitation Administration on the side of the street for this stall street. Inside the trash can, greeted another group of diners who were walking towards this street.

At this time, Fu Sheng and Gu Zheng had already wandered around and reached the second half of the stall. Before taking a closer look, they discovered the changes in this street.

Originally, the shops on this street should have been the hottest place for business, and they were also the key targets of their urban management.

But who came to the idea, it has only been a few days, and the current situation has completely lost one direction.

The more this street goes inside, the more lively it gets.

The noisy scene made Fu Sheng frowned.

Intuition told him that this old city manager must have a scene he didn't want to encounter.

Sure enough, following the two men in uniforms came.

Those old shopkeepers who recognized Fu Sheng's identity showed schadenfreude expressions on their faces.

But the more so, Fu Sheng was reluctant to go forward in his heart.

But there are so many onlookers here, and the generous shopkeeper is holding an expression that you are coming soon and staring at them closely.

Turning his head and returning now, it must be too late, I can only bite the bullet and rush inside.

Who Cheng Xiang Fu Sheng was thinking about how to enter safely, Gu Zheng behind him immediately passed him horizontally, and walked inside.

"Hey! Wait for me, why are you so anxious!"

The yelling voice hadn't fallen yet, and his little team members had already run out of sight.

Fu Sheng had to keep up, always feeling that the smiles on their faces were a little sincere when passing by the shopkeepers next to them.

What's wrong? An expression of hurrying to save the earth.

Wait until Fu Sheng turns his head and then look forward like this, drink! But it's terrible, Gu Zheng is now in a confrontation with the shopkeeper inside.

There is no way without confrontation.

Looking at the small intersection from Ertiao Street to Santiao Street, all of them are occupied by mobile stalls. You can't justify it if you are a city manager.

When Fu Zheng bit his scalp and went over to see what was going on.

Gu Zheng on this side has already given the evacuation order to the most dangerous and most dangerous vendors.

"Whose car is the fried cold noodle? Why is there an extra piece of iron sheet next to it?"

"Two gas tanks? One is also responsible for frying skewers?"

"Why don't you simply rank four and get a teppanyaki skewers? Who gave you the courage to reform it privately?"

"Do you know how dangerous this kind of gas tank produced by an unlicensed manufacturer is?"

"Ouch, let me go, or is it a reusable type that can be filled?"

"Do you dislike the diners here, do you live too long?"

After listening to Gu Zheng’s sarcasm, the two student-like little girls who were standing at the cold noodles stand were unable to even take out the money in their pockets. They immediately went far away and stood there enough. A slightly more spacious place a few meters away.

After hesitating for a while, he turned into a restaurant with Korean cold noodles.

This cold-faced North Korean boss, who claims to be a compatriot of the Korean nationality who came from Yanji, had a heart-to-heart shape to the mighty and indomitable Gu Zheng, and shouted, "Killed" with his bold Northeast dialect. You! (I love you

Then he went to greet his new guests.

This guy with cold noodles was stunned on the spot by Gu Zheng, who was talking about it. This is not the end. Gu Zheng, who always felt that his chest was full of violent flames, directed the gunfire at the other side of the street. Aside.

"And you, the one who sells mala Tang, that is to say you, don't point to your nose and look next to you."

"Who told you to put the stove on the crosswalk to set up a stall? Have you paid the night market management fee?"

"Have you paid the community sanitation value-added fee? If you pay them all, then good, you put your stove in the jackpot, surrounded by chairs to attract customers, you think you are a small revolving self-service hot pot!"

"Look at what you have blocked the way!"

"Also, so many people are eating in the same pot, and the chopsticks are all gesticulating in it. Let's brush the pot water! Is this a collective saliva contest?"

"Did you change the bottom of the pot? Is this kind of spicy soup just an old soup base? Isn't there hundreds of people's saliva in it?"

Huh... This is disgusting.

As Gu Zheng said, the guests who circled around began to check out.

"Boss, I'm ready to eat and check out."

"Then what, I suddenly stopped being hungry today, that's it, how much do you count?"

With the small wooden stick, he went to the front of the Mala Tang guy, and went to checkout.

The guy who sells Mala Tang, looked at the lottery with less than two sticks in one's hand, and his cheeks were drawn straight up.

Gu Zheng, who turned his head and saw this scene, did not forget to give charcoal in the snow and added: "Look at this boss, his mouth is still smoking. I said that when I was wearing skewers, I was also wearing salivating clothes like this. what?"

"Tsk tusk, the saliva didn't drip, right?"

Hearing what Gu Zheng said, there were only two guests left beside the big iron pan of Mala Tang, and they couldn't sit still.

"Hehehe, so full, boss check out."

Then, after several people handed out the poor two dollars, without looking back, they plunged into the small pot of stock and boiled it in the Yang family's secret Mala Tang shop.

The Mala Tang sold by others is optional, and it is weighed by the catty. Although it is a bit more expensive, isn't it safe?

Standing outside looking at the lively Boss Yang with rich wealth, he laughed very happily: "Puff!"

I took out a triangular folding stool directly from my store, opened it, and sat quietly at the entrance of the store. I didn't leave to watch the excitement.

Lao Yang's reaction like this completely pierced the sensitive nerves of the Mala Tang guy. He was just about to start yelling at Gu Zheng. Who would have imagined that this young city manager turned around directly and moved towards tight. Next to the Guijie crayfish shop, the mutton skewers stall walked over.

This violation is the most serious. The wires are pulled from inside the Guijie crayfish.

At first glance, the hand-made tin carts and the charcoal barbecue burning inside and billowing thick smoke have taken all the illegal regulations of the night market in this city ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

"Hey!" Gu Zheng said directly without being polite: "Do you know that the Capital City has banned all open-air barbecues since 2010?"

"Can charcoal barbecues be allowed to be racked only after the fire department and the Environmental Management Bureau have specially approved the installation of the corresponding purification and smoke-dissipating devices in the shop?"

"How dare you ignore the city management regulations and use this inferior smokey charcoal for barbecue."

"Do you think this is a special smokeless high-grade charcoal fire, or the ancient silver silk incense wood, the roasted meat has the unique fragrance of wood?"

"It's good if you don't have a layer of black ash on it. Also, how long have your skewers been grilled, do you know that it causes cancer?"

"Cough cough cough, eating this kind of skewers, smoking this kind of oily fume, anyone who doesn't smoke can make you sick."

"The smog in the capital is that people like you have contributed a powerful force."

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and put out the fire! There is also a fine! You three, together with this crayfish, don't even want to run!"

"One person five hundred! Illegal occupation of the road, dangerous business operation! Fire hazards, explosion points, all accounted for!"

"A fine of 500 for you is considered light! Also, these illegal street vendors' vehicles will also be confiscated."

"Don't worry, we won't embezzle you tattered ones, and we don't engage in sideline business."

"After pulling back to the brigade, we will focus on destroying and processing, and dispose of the destroyed waste to the recycling station. The money for selling the waste will be returned to you."

"Don't worry, follow the procedure, and you won't suffer!"

Those who go to TM won't suffer. The guys who we depend on for a living will become a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron after being engaged by you. Recycling? A catty of scrap iron after recycling is only a few cents!