Chapter 135: Special Mission (12)

(12) Chocolate popcorn

Dear Feng, can you tell it's popcorn in this photo?

I don't know if it's too cold, or if the stubborn uncle who makes chocolate popcorn puts too much sugar on me, and when I go home, it becomes this shape.

More than 10 years ago, this uncle was just outside the front door facing the popcorn at the mouth of the alley leading to Zhengyangmen, and at that time, I was at the Hualing Publishing House of the National Commission on Aging. On my shoulder stood a gray pigeon, waiting for the chocolate popcorn to cool, put it in a McDonald's paper bag, and eat it as I walked.

And this uncle has just been laid off, and he is full of confidence waiting for the neighborhood committee to give him a certificate, so that he can get a license and do some small business for a son, a daughter and two children to study.

Ten years ago, I was in the mobile press department of Beijing Daily and was surprised to see that he was still buying popcorn. Because his popcorn is better than others, he will definitely be able to open a very distinctive restaurant. He said that because he had two children, he couldn't take care of him with any policy, and he couldn't do anything. I had to come out at four o'clock in the afternoon to sell popcorn. He said, I have to ride from the door of the chengguan office every day, and if I don't give a big pot of food, I can't help but give my life, right?

I call him stubborn uncle, he doesn't want to have any other way, he must be near the ** is determined to let the world see the other side of the Beijing people, and let the government care about the people's livelihood. He made it his special mission.

I saw Wen Juan come back that day only after 3:20, and the stubborn uncle's popcorn was already full of fragrance, and I felt that this stubborn uncle was unhappy again from a distance.

In addition to his delicious popcorn and his stubbornness, I took a closer look at the terrain, and it is estimated that it is at the junction of Chongwen and Xuanwu. So, his popcorn stand sat in one place for fourteen years.

One of his sons and daughters is very hardworking because of their poor family, and now they have bought a villa in the suburbs, but the stubborn uncle resolutely does not want to live in it, and he resolutely does not agree to relocate. He lived in a cold bungalow, and he came out on time at four o'clock in the afternoon when the weather was good.

I was able to see him that day because his granddaughter cried when she came to the bungalow, and he came to the stall early because he was noisy. The chocolate he used to make my popcorn was put down four times, and the gas valve was turned up five or six times. The price is five yuan. Everyone would say thank you to him before leaving. Me too.

Because the popcorn sold in the movie theater near my house costs 18 yuan for one-tenth of the amount, and the taste is very different, one is chocolate and the other is old corn.

(Chapter 10: Special Mission, 2008.12.07-12.22, A Lan in Beijing)