When I went out of the gate of company, I met my uncle Siwa and he had to go home to have supper, so I told him I could fry cakes for him. Maybe I was a cake seller in my preexistence, I found I was a cake genius.
It was really funny. So many customers coming to buy my cakes, I felt I was my boss for the first time of my life. I could meet a lot of pretty girls here, I never found there were so many pretty girls in the industrial zone. I didn’t know whether it was because they bought my cakes or I ignored them before. It was a pity I wasn’t the boss, or else I could let them eat free and get their mobile phone numbers so that someday we could go out to play together.
My uncle Siwa was afraid of granny customers, they always thought 3 Yuan was too expensive for a cake, so he refused to pay attention to them. I didn’t care and sold half a cake to them and they thought it wasn’t so expensive and they praised me having a better brain on business.
The most generous customer is boyfriend. Even though they were stingy, they were willing to buy cakes for their girlfriends, even four wasn’t enough if their girlfriends didn’t have to worry about the problem of weight.
A pretty girl stood before me and was hesitated and said it was fried cake. I guessed she was worrying about her white and tender skin. So I persuaded her, “miss, I’m selling Wu Dalang cake, which is very different from ordinary cakes. Have you ever seen the good looks of Pan Jinlian? There are no avon and L’oreal during that period. Do you know why Pan Jinlian was so pretty?” She smiled and was a little curious, “why?” “Because she ate three Wu Dalang cakes per day.” Then she bought two cakes. There were also a girl, probably 18 years old, calling me Prince Cake, I was so flattered and gave her a cake for free, of course, I paid it by myself. The girl was so sweet-mouthed, it was a pity she didn’t sell cakes. There were also builders liked to touch cakes with their dirty hands and didn’t bought them. I didn’t blame them and used a plastic paper to cover them instead.
I had sold 61 cakes out for an hour, twice of my uncle. My uncle had to admit I was better than him and asked me to be his assistant teasingly again. Suddenly I found my pressure was totally gone and was very happy. Maybe I would sell cakes for my uncle every Saturday night. I was happy now, aha.DioEnglish.com --- A Nice Place to Practice English and Make New Friends!
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