"Let's go in and take a look."

Tang Feng was talking and walked into the store.

Lin Mengjia looked at the little girl and Zhou Wan. When she saw that the two of them were looking at her with inquiring eyes, she nodded, and the three of them followed Tang Feng and entered the shop.

The store is not big, with several sets of tables and chairs that look very old. There are two tables of guests who are eating. There are no air conditioners installed in the store, and two fans are blowing "huh" towards them.

Fortunately, the temperature has dropped now, and a few people did not feel very hot when they entered the door.

At the door near the kitchen, there was a not-too-large counter. Behind the counter was an old man in his sixties, wearing a large white vest, shaking his palm-leaf fan.

"Boss, let's have four bowls of mutton soaking steamed buns and four roujiamos," Tang Feng walked to the counter and said to the old man, "Three bowls of soaking steamed buns are not spicy, one bowl has more spicy."

"Okay."

The old man immediately stood up, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "Someone can find a place to sit, it's all right away!"

As he spoke, he shook the fan, lifted the curtain, and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Tang Feng sat on the largest table near the door, and Lin Mengjia also took the little girl and Zhou Wan to sit with him, and then said curiously: "Is this old man the boss you have met before?"

Tang Feng nodded and smiled, "That's right, it's him. Although he has grown a little older over the years, I still recognize him."

The little girl looked around and looked at everything in the shop. After a while, she said, "But why are there so few people here?

Dad, you said the food here tastes good, how could there be so few customers?"

On a table next to him, a guest who was eating a big bowl of noodles looked up, looked at them, squinted his eyes and said, "Are you from other places?"

I really didn’t expect that there are people who come to eat Old Man Yang’s souvenir! You are really aware of the stuff. The souver he made is awesome.”

Seeing that the man was about the same age as the boss and was over fifty years old, Tang Feng heard him speak like this and was sure that he was familiar with the boss, so he asked, "Why do you say so?

Is it not as good as before now?"

"The taste has not changed, but the people in this alley have changed."

The guest put down his chopsticks, looked a little sad, and shook his head.

"Don't talk about these false things. Just say it just by saying it. Don't talk nonsense if you don't want to. Old Man Yang is so far today, isn't it just Sun Dapao's turtle grandson who was forced to do it!"

The guest at the other table raised his voice and interrupted.

Tang Feng looked over and said that he was a man in his forties, with a round face and a bald man, and he ate noodles, but the noodles were already bottomed out and he was drinking soup with a bowl of soup. He was already fat and couldn't stand the heat. He was already sweating profusely in this small shop. With the hot soup with red chili oil, big drops of sweat dripping down his bare forehead. He pulled a few napkins to wipe the sweat while saying indignantly.

It sounded like there was a reason. Tang Feng was about to ask, but he saw the old man shook his head and said, "You can keep your voice down! There are ears in the wall!"

"If I were afraid of these grandchildren, I wouldn't have come to Old Man Yang to eat noodles!"

The fat man still had an angry expression. He had finished drinking the soup. He stood up and took out twenty dollars from his pocket of his fat shorts, put them on the table, and walked towards the door.

When Tang Feng passed by him, he said to him: "Is this friend convenient to tell me what happened in this store?"

The fat man stood still, and while standing in the ventilation area at the door to blow the air, he wanted to speak, but the old man tried his best to wink at him.

Tang Feng glanced at him again and said lightly: "We are all outsiders, and we will leave Xijing tomorrow. What's the point of talking about it?"

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that," the old man pointed his fingers at the left and right sides with a little embarrassed expression, and said, "I'm afraid they will hear it."

The fat man seemed a little afraid, and didn't care about sweating, so he walked back to the shop and said to Tang Feng: "Have you been here to eat the steamed buns from Old Man Yang's house before?"

“I came once a few years ago.”

Tang Feng nodded.

"The alley was different from now on."

“Totally different.”

A wry smile appeared on the fat man's face and said, "This alley developed three years ago and became a commercial street. The old neighbors around basically sold their stores and moved elsewhere. Old Man Yang was alone. The previous generation left this store and two rooms upstairs. He relied on this skill to make a living. After selling this store, the money he received was not enough for him to open a store in another place, so he refused to sell it."

Lin Mengjia said in confusion: "Since this place has been developed, the price of this small store should be not low, so why is it not enough to open a store elsewhere?"

The old man who was still eating noodles said: "At the time when the development was just developed, the buyer didn't give much money. Although it exceeded the original price of these houses, it was far from enough to re-built the store."

The fat man immediately looked angry and pointed outside, saying, "When you came, did you see the shops on both sides?"

It was all Sun Dapao's. He bought half of the street in one go and wanted to build an antique street. Old Man Yang refused to sell this store, which ruined his good things. He was going to make trouble here every now and then. After a long time, who would dare to eat here?"

Lin Mengjia couldn't help but frown and said, "Isn't anyone care?"

The fat man said, "If you want to care, there must be evidence! Sun Dapao's people are very cunning!"

The old man nodded and said indignantly: "I always come and go to seven or eight people. After ordering food, I pick and choose, saying it's not new, saying there are bugs, and saying that it's diarrhea after eating it. How could this happen? I have eaten steamed buns with Old Man Yang for thirty years, and it's fine!"

The fat man added: "They are noisy and quarrels, and they make trouble every few days. They also have to choose the time when the tourists are the most. In the past, the old neighbors lived here, and they knew the truth and didn't care about these things. But in recent years, the original neighbors have moved away, and the main source of tourists to eat is tourists. When they make trouble, who dares to come?"

"Old man Yang is a small business and has not saved much money. He can't afford to decorate this store. Over the years, he looks dilapidated and some people think it will be unhygienic. If he is so troubled, there will be no customers coming."

The old man and the fat man each said a few words, and Tang Feng could understand the whole story.

Just as the two of them were still saying a few more words, they could only hear the voice of Old Man Yang from the kitchen: "Come on the steamed bun!"
Chapter completed!