When he saw a big wok outside a shop up ahead, with Minnan Paste being stir-fried in it, he stopped again. The old lady liked Minnan Paste.
"Boss, pack me a bowl of Minnan Paste."
"Give me your lunch box!"
"Huh?"
He hadn't brought a lunch box!
"Never mind. Next time!"
He looked around the street but saw nowhere selling cloth. Only after asking a passerby did he learn that the fabric shop was down an alley.
As his wife had instructed, he bought two meters each of thin cotton cloth in dark blue and dark gray.
There wasn't much variety in men's clothing fabrics, but there seemed to be far more for women.
He swept his gaze around at all the colorful fabrics, which were very fashionable at the time.
Thinking of how his wife wore nothing but black, gray, and blue every day and didn't seem to have any decent clothes, he risked getting a scolding. "Boss, cut me two meters of this yellow floral fabric too."
"You've got a good eye, comrade. This is the latest Dacron, comfortable and hard-wearing, with bright colors..."
It was passable. With everyone on the streets dressed in drab colors these days, this floral cloth really did look pretty.
He happily gathered the cut fabric into his arms and decided not to browse any longer. He would definitely spend more if he kept looking, and he was already going to get scolded for everything he'd bought.
At last, he wouldn't have to put himself through walking on the way back. In this blazing heat, he felt as though the sun was about to burn a layer of skin off him.
As soon as he boarded the Minibus, people kept coming aboard carrying peanuts, sunflower seeds, assorted pastries, and Fried Dough Cakes to