The Undercurrent of Jiangcheng's Past

"Hello Uncle Fa, you look so radiant today! You win a horse! I'll give you a hot soup to congratulate you! On the 8th! Remember to send the soup while it's hot!" "Brother Chao, why are you here so early? Are you going to cross the sea tonight? No problem, I will definitely bring out all your fire! You are so angry that you will kill everyone! No. 5! Brother Chao is very fierce, please work hard later!" "Hello, Sister Feng... Hey, hey, hey, hey, he's taking advantage of me again! Okay, I know you're looking for No. 10, So I kept it specially! No. 10! A regular customer is here and he can't come over yet!" "This gentleman is very unfamiliar... Oh, he was introduced by Sister Ping, so I must give you a first order discount! Come, I will send our top-notch chef, Sister Mei, to charge you only the usual technician fee! Remember to introduce more colleagues! You white-collar workers can easily become sub-healthy!" At three o'clock in the afternoon in Jiangcheng, in the crowded, narrow, prosperous and lively old city, in the prominent position of Jinhui Rizhao Shopping Mall, the "Changhong" physical therapy clinic has begun to queue up to get a number, and a young man in his early twenties is seen running back and forth to serve. He would not stop talking to the customers who came for massage for five minutes. He would deliver soup and fruits, chat with regular customers, and from time to time, he would slip two flyers to people in the shopping mall outside. The efficiency and enthusiasm of his work were as if it was his own business. "Miss Zheng, where did you find an employee like Xiao Pu?" A waiting Aunt Fuxiang drank the milky-white bone soup and praised the clerk who cleaned the room in five minutes and greeted the next customer: "One is worth three