Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Shen Wushuang has been away from Vancouver for a long time. She and Li Tieniu used to have many favorite restaurants, but unfortunately, those original restaurants can no longer be found.

Because he wanted to talk about other topics along the way, Shen Wushuang did not call a driver but planned to drive himself.

Song Pingqing wanted to have more interactions between the two of them, so he took the initiative to ask for the address and acted as a driver for the two of them.

"Aunt Shen, you and Xue'er can go sit in the back." Song Pingqing took the initiative to open the car door, "We can chat for a while."

In fact, there is only this much space in the car, and they can still chat with each other in the front and back. Song Pingqing insisted on saying this just to provide them with a better communication environment.

This child...

Shen Wushuang's eyes met Song Pingqing's, and he understood what the other person meant in an instant.

So Shen Wushuang nodded: "Okay, then I won't be polite."

"We are your own child, why should we be so polite?" Song Pingqing stretched out his hand to prevent Shen Wushuang's head from hitting the roof of the car, then closed the door and walked around to the other side to open the door for Murong Xue, "Come on, get in the car."

Murong Xue glanced at her: Your own child is already in school so soon.

Song Pingqing gave her a particularly innocent look in response: Am I not acting according to your attitude?

Murong Xue treats Shen Wushuang as an elder, so Song Pingqing will follow suit and treat others as elders.

If Murong Xue's attitude was unclear, Song Pingqing would be stupid enough to rush to be someone else's driver.

Murong Xue said "hmm" and got in the car.

But this "hmm" always sounds a bit like "hum".

Song Pingqing shook his head helplessly: He's really spoiled.

The address sent by Shen Wushuang is not far from here. If there is no traffic jam, it will only take about ten minutes.

It’s just that in Vancouver’s old town, the roads are narrow, so it’s hard to say whether there will be traffic jams.

"At that time, we would be very greedy every time we passed by those snack stands." Sitting in the car, Shen Wushuang explained to Murong Xue with a smile,

"But we didn't have much money at that time. So your mother decided to tutor people at school, and I was responsible for helping her organize materials and copy exercises."

But no one expected that this money would later become the foundation for Shen Wushuang to establish himself.

"...Is mom studying well?"

The word "mother" was unfamiliar to Murong Xue. She hesitated for a long time before finally uttering it.

"You are a good student." Shen Wushuang inadvertently revealed a sly smile that only teenagers have. "You are better than your father in study. You can almost press your father to the floor and rub him."

This description is really too young.

Song Pingqing was driving and listening to their conversation, and couldn't help but laugh along.

Murong Xue opened her eyes slightly, and Shen Wushuang reached out and patted her shoulder: "Your mother is a very good person."

Because some of the snacks in the old city are too classic, there are still some shops left, but the shop owners have been replaced by young people instead of the older generation.

Song Pingqing turned around and found a small shopping mall with plenty of parking spaces nearby. The three of them got out of the car and walked, with a few bodyguards following them not too close.

After returning here, Shen Wushuang was obviously more excited: "Before I came here, I asked an old friend to ask around. There are still a few open. I'll take you there."

Old friends are naturally the local people of Vancouver who started the business with her from scratch. Only they know what Shen Wushuang refers to as “those snacks from the old days”.

In this old city area, roadside restaurants account for 40% to 50% of roadside shops, tobacco, alcohol and department stores account for another 20% to 30%, and the rest are various massage, beauty salons, hairdressing and nail salons, hardware and other shops.

Murong Xue seldom comes to such an old city area. The last time she came to such a place was many years ago when the Song family lived in the old house in Jincheng that had not been demolished.

But it has been many years and my memory is a little fuzzy.

Looking at the various shops on the street, the bicycles and electric bikes people coming and going, and smelling the aroma of food in the air, it feels somewhat similar to the bustling atmosphere at the Shashi Night Market when traveling.

Seeing Murong Xue's slightly dazed look, Shen Wushuang thought she was worried about food safety, so he took the initiative to say, "Don't worry. I will definitely not take you to eat unclean food."

Murong Xue asked another question: "Did you and your mother live in this area before?"

"Yes." Shen Wushuang looked in a distant direction.

Not far away is an overpass, which was just opened to traffic two years ago.

“It was right there. But it was later demolished.”

Murong Xue nodded.

"This place is not that close to the college. Were you able to travel back and forth every day?" Song Pingqing suddenly asked.

"At that time..." Shen Wushuang fell into a very strange state of recollection. She looked at Murong Xue, as if she was looking at an old friend through Murong Xue's eyes.

"At that time, your grandfather bought a motorcycle that had been traded for who knows how many times, and he would pick us up every morning and evening."

This word is even more unfamiliar to Murong Xue.

She hesitated for a moment: "I've never heard anyone talk about my grandparents."

"That's how it should be."

Shen Wushuang seemed to want to say something more, but now was not the right time to say it: "Let's find a chance to talk about this alone later. It's time for dinner, let's go eat first."

Murong Xue nodded.

Shen Wushuang led them through many twists and turns and finally entered a very old residential area.

A family on the first floor of a residential complex converted their kitchen window into a window to sell Dingsheng cakes.

However, there was no one in the kitchen at the moment. Through the window with anti-theft nets, one could only see the steam rising from the kitchen. On the steamer were seven or eight stacked high small bamboo steamers, which were the molds for making Dingsheng cakes.

Song Pingqing hadn't seen this thing for many years. The sweet smell of steam and rice coming out of the window made her feel itchy.

Just when she was about to say she wanted to eat two, her stomach growled loudly.

The voice was a bit loud, and Murong Xue and Shen Wushuang looked at Song Pingqing at the same time.

Song Pingqing laughed: "Aunt Shen, this smells so good, it makes me hungry."

"Pingqing is really supportive." Shen Wushuang glanced at the sign outside and sighed, "In the past, there were only red bean and osmanthus flavors, but now there are more and more flavors."

Even chocolate is included.

"Which one does my mother like to eat?" Murong Xue asked.

"We all liked to eat sweet-scented osmanthus in those days." Shen Wushuang answered, pressed the doorbell by the window, turned his head and looked at them, "Let's all order the sweet-scented osmanthus."

"But Pingqing likes chocolate?" Murong Xue looked at Song Pingqing.

Song Pingqing shook his head repeatedly: "It's hard for me to imagine the taste of chocolate steamed in Dingsheng cake. Let's go with osmanthus."

After saying that, he put his arm around Murong Xue’s shoulders and said, “Let’s try the osmanthus one together.”

Shen Wushuang was in a trance, feeling that this scene was familiar.

It wasn't until she heard Song Pingqing call her "Aunt Shen" that Shen Wushuang came back to her senses and smiled a little softer: "What's wrong?"

"I want two." Song Pingqing stretched out his hand and gestured "yeah".

"You want two? Then I want two too."

Shen Wushuang: This scene really happened, and I am very familiar with it.

Li Tieniu wanted more than two back then, she wanted four!!!