Hearing the sound of Old Man Yang coming out, the fat man wiped his sweat and raised his voice and said, "I'm leaving the money on the table, I'll leave first."

As he spoke, he was already walking outside, and his pace was very fast.

But as he spoke, Old Man Yang had already come out of the kitchen, holding a large tray in his hand. When he heard the fat man's words, he hurriedly shouted: "Don't leave, don't leave, I haven't found you money yet."

"Let's count together next time."

The fat man waved his hand and walked out with great strides, ignoring Old Man Yang's shouts at all. In this way, if someone who didn't know the inside story would have thought that he ran away without paying the bill.

"The more money you give these days is enough to eat several meals!"

Old Man Yang wanted to chase the fat man, but on the huge tray in his hand were four large bowls of mutton soup and a large plate of steamed buns. His steps were a little faster, and the bowls of soup shaking. Naturally, he couldn't chase him, so he could only keep saying: "Next time, don't pay more!"

The fat man didn't reply, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Old Man Yang put the tray on the large table of Tang Feng and others, and took the mutton soup on it one by one. He directly gave the spicy one to Tang Feng, and gave the other three bowls to Lin Mengjia and others. He then placed the plate of the steamed bun in the middle of the table and said with a smile: "Several people use it slowly."

The old man watched the fat man disappear without a trace and smiled and said, "This fat man just said that Lao Zhao called him and said that four were missing one, and he was waiting for him, probably because he was in a hurry to touch the cards."

Old Man Yang went to the fat man's table, collected the money on the table, shook his head, and said, "Don't I really know that you are old men?"

Every time I come to eat, I have to pay more money. I can’t see it once or twice, and it’s like this every time. I don’t understand your thoughts anymore. Isn’t the old man’s life in vain for so many years?

Don’t you still feel sorry for me, the lonely man?”

"Old Yang, don't say that. Which one in our alley has never eaten your food for nothing?

When did the little kids at home come to your store to play, when did they go back empty-handed?

We are all neighbors and have lived together for so many years. Who has any difficulties? Don’t others help?

What a pity, you say that, you're just seeing each other."

The old man said slowly, with a smile on his face.

Old Man Yang still shook his head, dragged the electric fan that had been facing the fat man's table to the table on Tang Feng, and blasted at them, and said, "I have been competitive all my life, but I didn't expect that when I get old, I would be like this."

"Don't think too much, there will be a road before the car arrives at the mountain."

The old man comforted.

Old Man Yang smiled bitterly, and then said to Tang Feng and others: "Eat slowly, I'll make you a rouxyaki mo. This broth is hot, be careful not to hurt it."

As he spoke, he walked towards the kitchen again.

When Lin Mengjia entered this small shop before, she was still muttering in her heart, always thinking that there was no decent thing in this shop, but when she put the mutton soup in front of her, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

The mutton soup looked clear and rotten, fat but not greasy. It was accompanied by green scallion, white and crystal white vermicelli, and dark black fungus. A fresh smell came to her nose, making her stomach growl.

After following Tang Feng, for Lin Mengjia, eating is no longer a necessary thing for survival. Even if she doesn't eat all day, she will not feel anything strange in her body. Eating has become an interest for her. Only when she meets what she likes will she move her chopsticks.

This whole day's journey was naturally not very suitable for dining, she just ate some of it. When she smelled the scent of the smell, she suddenly felt a long-lost feeling of hunger.

Even Lin Mengjia is like this, let alone the little girl and Zhou Wan who have been hungry for a long time?

Both of these little girls were lit with their eyes, sucking their noses with force, and couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks. Even the buns were not enough to put them in the mutton soup, so they started to feast on them.

Tang Feng looked at them with a smile, took a piece of steamed bun, slowly stolen it, and put it into his mutton soup.

Although Lin Mengjia's index finger was moving, she would not be as anxious as the two children. She also imitated Tang Feng, broke a few pieces of steamed buns and put them into a bowl, and then couldn't wait to eat it.

“It’s so delicious.”

Zhou Wan took a few big mouthfuls of mutton and vermicelli, picked up the spoon and drank a few sips of the soup. The light was almost shining in her eyes.

The little girl thought the spoon was too slow to drink the soup, so she simply picked up the big bowl, put it to her mouth and took a big sip, and then said with unsatisfactory: "Well, it's fresh and fragrant, so delicious that I almost swallowed my tongue."

Seeing the two of them looking so greedy, Lin Mengjia couldn't help laughing and said, "Eat slowly. If it's not enough, we'll want another one."

The old man had already eaten almost the same food. While wiping his mouth, he said, "You are lucky. If Sun Dapao had not disturbed Old Man Yang's business, he would have never been able to eat steamed buns when he came here at this time."

Lin Mengjia looked at the old man and said curiously: "What?

Does it take time to eat steamed buns?"

The old man smiled and said, "This girl doesn't know that the authentic soup buns in Xijing are all made in a big pot. If this pot of soup is sold out, it will no longer be sold. Think about it, how many bowls of soup can be served in this pot?

Old Man Yang’s soap buns were famous in this area at the time. Every day, they sold them all after noon. Those who came late could only eat some other things."

Lin Mengjia said "ah" and said, "So that's it."

As he spoke, he looked at Tang Feng.

Tang Feng nodded and said, "The last time I came, it was in the morning. It was just past 10 o'clock and I had to wait for a seat here. However, I didn't know about this. If I had known it in advance, I was afraid I wouldn't come tonight."

"What a pity, there is no such scenery anymore."

The old man shook his head with regret, "I'm afraid that when you come back in two years, Old Man Yang's shop will really not be able to open. There will be no such blessings anymore. You are considered destined to be a destined person."

As he spoke, the old man took out twenty dollars from his pocket, pressed it under his bowl, and shouted to the kitchen: "Old Yang, put the money on the table, I'll leave first."

As he said that, like the fat man, he seemed to be afraid of being caught up, so he hurried out.

Lin Mengjia watched him leave, with a slightly surprised expression on her face.

I usually hear that someone ran away after eating a tyrant for a tyrant. The first thing I saw was that I took the initiative to pay more money, and I was worried that my boss would find money and ran away.

I just heard Old Man Yang talk to them. This kind of thing has been going on for a while. They all threw down the money and ran away while Old Man Yang was not greeting him.
Chapter completed!