Luting Canteen

When Li Hui woke up, he found that his surroundings had become a familiar scene.But even though he was in front of him for 18 years, there was not a single day that he did not live here, but Li Hui really felt panic.

This panic did not come from being overwhelmed by being somewhere else suddenly, but from the thought that he might never see the young master again.

Li Hui couldn't help crying when he thought that he didn't even have anything belonging to the young master on his body - he thought that even if he carried that handkerchief on his body, he could somehow give him something to rely on.

Standing at the intersection of the street so blankly, people passing by regarded him as a beggar and walked past him without any surprise. He and Yan Ting gave him and Yan Ting's couple's pajamas, walked barefoot to the alley and squatted down.

Looking at the rotten bamboo baskets piled up in the alley, Li Hui stared blankly for a while, and finally covered his mouth with his hands, lowered his head and tightened his shoulders, and cried silently.

In this dream, the fire was still burning, but the surroundings suddenly became quiet.Half of it is scorching red, and the other half is deep black, which cuts the street in front of me into two worlds.

"Do you want to know how the child is doing now?"

The man walked to Yan Ting's side.Yan Ting looked down at him, but he was looking at the Heng Le Tower in flames.

"Where is he? Is he okay?"

I want to see him.

Yan Ting couldn't say it - this was a dream, if she was too greedy, would she wake up soon?

"He went to a cake seller to beg for food, and made cakes for him, and that person left him."

For some reason, Yan Ting felt that he believed everything the person around him said.So he smiled slightly with a lonely expression:

"......That's good."

The man smiled and said:

"I'll tell you a story, would you listen to me?"

"The third son of the Song family! The third son of the Song family! Where's your new baby?"

"Why are you arguing so early in the morning?"

The red-nosed man rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his face vigorously.

"I want to eat fried dough sticks wrapped in glutinous rice made by him. How many years have you eaten this cake? Your mouth is tired."

"Bah! Get out if you're tired, don't howl here."

Song Laosan became fierce and swayed to the cake stall, the little man who had been chattering with him since he was a child, and said:

"The deep-fried dough sticks must not be fried, he is afraid that the smoke will choke you, and he is in the yard."

The little man quickly put on a smiling face:

"Okay, okay, I'll come back later."

"Go away, I won't sell you when you come!"

Song Laosan looked at the courtyard gate behind him.At first, I saw this baby wandering back and forth on the street like a lost soul, and saw that his face and body were clean, and he didn't look like ordinary beggars, so I took a few more glances, and unexpectedly he came over, faltering He opened his mouth and asked if he could give him the leftover cake, and he had to help him do the work to pay for the cake.He thought that the cold pancakes would still hurt his stomach, so he baked them for the baby. Later, he actually made pancakes for himself, which was much tastier than his own, so he was happy to keep him. .

"Brother Song,"

Li Hui pushed open the courtyard door, and wiped the sweat from his brow——unexpectedly, Jiangling was too hot this year.Seeing him coming out, Song Laosan turned his head and heaved a sigh. His appearance was somewhat similar to Song Song's. Li Hui felt inexplicably close, and felt sad, and immediately said:

"Brother Song, it's time to start."

"All right, hey Li Hui, don't make lunch, there's a new noodle shop on West Street, brother Song will take you there to eat."

"It's okay, Brother Song, what kind of noodles do you want to eat, I'll roll them later."

Song Laosan actually wanted him to rest.After this baby came here, he not only made a thing called glutinous rice wrapped fried dough sticks, but also became famous in the North Street area, and he even provided his own three meals a day. He didn't have that taste. Qian went to Henglelou to eat, but he felt that the food in Henglelou might not be as delicious as his baby.Speaking of which, when this baby first came here, she knew that the Heng Le Building had been burned down, so it seemed a bit strange.Probably the same as him, feel that it is a pity not to go in and eat once, right?

"Then, let's eat noodles, shall we have fried dough sticks?"

Li Hui smiled, knowing that Song Laosan didn't want to trouble him, so he agreed first.

"By the way, Li Hui, how did you figure out how to make fried dough sticks wrapped in glutinous rice? I can't even get tired of eating them."

Helping Li Hui carry the glutinous rice board outside, Song Laosan wanted to eat fried dough sticks, so he swallowed.

Passing one to him, Li Hui pursed his lips, then said softly:

"Yes, a young master gave it to me."

"Hey, where did that young master get it? I've never heard of it."

Biting the deep-fried sticks happily, Song Laosan hung the sign saying "Fried sticks wrapped in glutinous rice" next to the sign of the bakery.

"Brother Song, tell me,"

Without replying to Song Laosan's words, Li Hui hesitantly opened his mouth while arranging the things to be used one by one:

"Tell me, this, if everyone likes to eat it, will it be written down in the future that we, Pei Chao, have glutinous rice-wrapped fried dough sticks?"

"If there are many people who eat it, everyone will know about it, sure, once you say it, you will know that you, Li Hui, did it!"

Song Laosan probably thought that he would become prosperous with Li Hui by relying on this in the future, and his eyes were almost crooked, so he worked harder.Li Hui lowered his head, looking at those sweet soybean flour and fried dough sticks, his eyes were a little hot.

It’s good if you can write it down, and if you can write it down, you will see it over there in the future, and you will know that you are living well here.If there is no way to go back, at least, at least let the young master rest assured.

Young master, Li Hui really can't think of any other way.I really want to see the young master, whether it's on the side or in a dream, why can't I dream of the young master?

Tears dripped into the soybean flour, Li Hui hurriedly wiped it away, and got up and started making today's glutinous rice-wrapped fried dough sticks.

A gust of wind blew by, but it still didn't leave any warmth on the skin.After listening to the story told by the man, Yan Ting froze in place for a long time without making a sound.

"You don't look like a descendant of my Yan Minghai."

Yan Minghai smiled jokingly again, and looked up at Yan Ting.

"you,"

Such a young ancestor would usually be stunned when standing in front of him, right?Yan Ting thought.

"You burned Heng Le Lou because of Li Hui's master?"

Hearing Yan Ting say the words "Li Hui's master", Yan Minghai's eyes darkened, and he looked at the burning Heng Le Building not far away and said:

"Ziyu, he shouldn't have died here."

Yan Ting recalled that there were many stories in wild history, but today he listened to the person concerned.

"The recipe, Zheng Ziyu actually wrote it for you, right?"

Looking back, Yan Minghai showed a sad expression for the first time.

"He writes slowly, and sometimes he can only draw. It took him a long time to write so much. He is really a fool."

Laughed at the end,

"......you,"

"I already had a wife and children at that time, and my father had already arranged the marriage."

Yan Minghai paused, turned around to look at Yan Ting, and became serious:

"I can only show up for a few days near your birthdays. I came today to tell you that you only have one chance to bring that child back."

Although there was some expectation, Yan Ting did not expect to hear what he wanted to hear. For a moment, ecstasy was like a bubble, spreading and bulging in his body.

"—— Yan Ting, listen carefully."

"elder brother?"

Hearing Yan Zi's anxious voice, Yan Ting tried hard to open his eyes.When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.

"Brother! You, don't talk, I'll call Brother Tang Meng and the others over!"

Yan Ting raised his hand, but found that he had no strength, and after a while, the room was full of people.

"Yan Ting, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

Tang Meng leaned down, his gentle tone couldn't hide his rare anxiety, Yan Ting listened, closed his eyes and asked:

"What's wrong with me?"

"Brother, you have a fever. You have been asleep for two days and two nights. You asked Uncle Zhang to give you an injection. He said that you will wake up almost today. If the fever does not subside, you will be hospitalized."

Ye Qi rushed ahead of Yan Zi, also looking worried.Yan Zi knew that he would seriously call Brother Yan Ting only when he was sad, so he stood by and didn't make a sound.

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up, so what, our old Yan hasn't been sick all these years, this fever must be burned for a while to burn all the germs of these years, right?"

"Okay, don't hang around there, Yan Ting, drink some soup later, you can't eat anything else now, Song Song cooked porridge, Yan Zi, scoop it up for your brother later, drink more water .”

"Okay, thank you Uncle Shu."

"Yan Ting, we're at Luting, don't worry, just take a good rest—"

"Li Hui,"

Yan Ting opened his mouth.Everyone stopped and looked at each other—this was the first time Yan Ting said Li Hui's name since the little guy disappeared.Yan Zi went over and asked softly:

"Brother, Li Hui, did you dream about him?"

"Li Hui will be back."

Now everyone was really stunned.Ye Qi came to his senses, and quickly squatted down beside the bed:

"Boss, you, why did you say that suddenly?"

"I saw Yan Minghai."

Tang Meng and Yan Zi were taken aback for a moment, while Ye Qi muttered "Why is it so familiar?", and within a few seconds he yelled:

"Boss, the ancestor of your family who designed the Hengle Tower???"

Song Song and Yang Shubai also approached curiously, Yan Ting closed his eyes, although he was tired, but his face showed joy for the first time in this period of time.

"By the way, what's the date?"

"NO.14,"

"what time is it?"

"It's past five o'clock."

Ye Qi looked at the phone, unexpectedly, Yan Ting sat up immediately when he heard it:

"No, I'm going to Jinju, Yan Zi, buy a ticket for me."

"Huh? Brother, how can there be a ticket to Jinju at this time?"

She remembered only early morning or noon or later.

"Song Song, bring the car over here, Tang Meng, give me Yan Ting's car keys, Ye Qi, call Jie Zhou, Yan Zi, put the soup in a thermos."

Yang Shubo looked at Yan Ting, and calmly and quickly gave instructions to everyone.Seeing that they hadn't moved, they clapped their hands again:

"Hurry up, we'll talk about it in the car!"

Yan Ting looked at Yang Shubai gratefully, and wanted to say something to him, but Yang Shubai waved back:

"Yan Ting, change your clothes first, do you have anything to bring?"

"The suit Li Hui wore when he came here, as well as the handkerchief, cookbook, and pendant."

It was Yan Minghai's instruction that Li Hui should take all his belongings with him to Heng Le Lou.

Yan Ting packed the two recipes, took off the pendant and put it in his purse, only to realize that his hands were shaking.

His little one will be back, will be back.

Thinking of this, Yan Ting covered his eyes with his hands.