Why is it always swollen when you wear it back?

"Come, come, come and drink." The owner's wife not only brought up the old man's share, but even brought Mu Ze and Yu Fei's share, and greeted them warmly, "Come on, let's go out and drink!" What about the rain, you drink this to get rid of the cold." She looked at them with loving eyes.

Mu Ze habitually wanted to take out money to pay the bill, but was rejected by the shopkeeper, "A little thing doesn't cost much."

Although he didn't think that a bowl of soup could relieve the chill, seeing Yu Fei's overjoyed look, he swallowed his complaints and sat obediently at the table.

Yu Fei took a big sip first, and just after swallowing it, he let out a sigh of relief, "Ah...it tastes exactly the same as what I drank yesterday, it's really delicious." As he spoke, he urged Mu Ze beside him , "Hurry up and drink."

Hearing this, Mu Ze was not in a hurry to eat. He first skimmed the soup with a plastic spoon. In fact, this bowl of soup was handled very well and was not greasy. After doing this two or three times, he finally took the spoon I took a light taste.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Yu Fei asked impatiently before anyone could swallow the soup.

"..." Mu Ze originally wanted to answer so-so, but seeing Yu Fei's expectant eyes, he said against his will, "It's pretty good."

"That's right, that's right." Hearing this, Yu Fei immediately laughed like a flower, "I said it tastes good." As he spoke, as if to prove it, he took a bowl and drank it boldly Take a big gulp.

In fact, among the three people at the table, only Yu Fei ate the most happily and finished half of the work in a few minutes. Staring, mouth opened and closed, fingers raised and raised, wanting to touch it, but worried that it was not the taste in memory, the feeling in my heart was probably similar to the feeling of being close to home, and when I walked to the place, he was gone Courage came to prove that I have been looking for the taste for decades, so I have been in a stalemate, watching the white smoke rising from the soup surface, turning into nothingness, and disappearing into the air.

"This old man?" Seeing that he was still not moving, the shopkeeper couldn't help but make a sound after holding back for a long time.

The old man raised his head slowly.

"It's cold outside now, if you don't eat this soup, it will be cold." The shopkeeper looked embarrassed, "There is no extra soup in the pot." If it is re-boiled, the taste of this soup will lose a lot.

"Yeah...it's going to be cold..." The old man sighed complicatedly, and finally picked up the spoon and took his first mouthful.

The rotten pork belly was just right for his taste. As soon as the delicious soup entered his mouth, it turned into a stream of heat, which flowed down his throat and went straight to the internal organs of his body, making him smoky. All warm.

Time flies, although the shops are about to be demolished, and the people who make soup are different, but the old man understands as soon as he touches his tongue.

This is exactly the taste he was looking for!

The old man's tears flowed out suddenly without warning.

"This... old man..." The shopkeeper panicked, and took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe the old man, but the other party grabbed his hand firmly.

That hand was trembling constantly, fingers like dead branches held him, moved, sad, remorse... Countless complex emotions were transmitted to him through that hand, and he couldn't help being stunned.

"After so many years, I didn't expect the taste of this soup to remain the same. It's still so warm." The tears in the corners of the old man's eyes had dried up at some point. He let go of the owner's hand and looked down at the bowl of soup. Tolerant gratitude.

"Old man, you are joking," the shopkeeper kindly explained, not quite used to such a scene, "You can also make this soup at home. It's nothing special, it's just added with peppercorns."

"Huajiao?" Yu Fei's eyes widened, "Why didn't I eat it?"

"The quantity is small, and I put it in a cloth bag before putting it away. I'm afraid that customers will accidentally eat it, and it will take a long time to eat it." The owner's wife helped explain.

After listening, Mu Ze picked up the spoon and took another shallow mouthful. After a while, he nodded, "It does have a taste, but most people can't taste it if they don't taste it carefully."

The shopkeeper nodded triumphantly after hearing this, "Yes, my mother researched this quantity for a long time. The winter was very cold in those years, so she thought of this method, pepper to dispel the cold."

The old gentleman who had been quietly listening to their conversation suddenly opened his mouth, looked at the owner kindly, and said softly: "Your mother is kind."

"Yes, my mother-in-law is the most kind-hearted." The owner's wife looked like a cheerful person who couldn't hide her words. When she heard the old man say this, she immediately smiled and said, "When she is here, I have to donate money every year and do good deeds, such as this soup, I don’t remember how many people she served.”

"I was taken care of by your mother-in-law." The worker who was busy moving things stopped and smiled innocently, "Your mother-in-law is a very nice person." Not only him, but all the workers who came to move today Regular customers of this store don't ask for much money, just to thank the owner's family for their care over the years.

"He is indeed a good man." Looking at the soup in front of him, the old man suddenly laughed, and he returned to his previous cheerfulness. He looked at the owner kindly, as if looking at his own junior, "Your shop, there is Do you intend to continue driving?"

"Plan?" The shopkeeper didn't know why the topic suddenly changed to this, but he nodded sincerely, then shook his head again, "I think so, but it's hard to find a shop these days." He smiled wryly, "I'm barely able to handle the bad stores, let alone the better ones."

"Then what if I rent a storefront from you?" the old man asked, although he thought of giving in his heart, but he didn't use the word "give" in his mouth. He saw outside just now that the owner and his wife paid the wages of the workers. Yes, if you say give it away, they probably won't ask for it.

"Rent?" The shopkeeper and his wife asked in unison, feeling a little dizzy in their words, as if a piece of pie fell from the sky, knocking them both unconscious.

"Yeah, this store is near these children's schools, and the geographical environment is very good." He prepared it many years ago, but only used it today. "I have been abroad, and I don't know much about the domestic situation. I understand, instead of renting it to others, it is better to rent it to you." He said a number casually, which was so low that others were dumbfounded.

"But..." Not knowing the market is indeed a good excuse, but there are so many people, why do you choose to rent it to them?The shopkeeper rubbed his hands back and forth uneasily.

The old man saw his uneasiness, and smiled at him comfortingly, "It's not for nothing. I received your mother's kindness many years ago, but I haven't been able to repay it for decades. This time, it's my wish. Go." Then he told the story again.

When he said that, the shopkeeper had nothing to say, but he still told the old man the market in detail, and asked the old man to raise the price a bit.

"This location can't afford ten times the rent!"

He tried so earnestly to persuade, but the old man stopped doing it. He only heard him snort, stood up, and the beard around his mouth trembled, looking a little funny, "I told you to accept your mother." It's a favor, why are you so stubborn, how can I raise your price, do you want me to be scolded as heartless?"

"Uh... that's not what I meant..." The shopkeeper wiped the sweat off his forehead. The worker who helped move the furniture had stopped a long time ago, and now he also persuaded: "Boss, everyone has already talked about this. You just agree, if you really can't make it through, prepare more gifts for the elderly during the festivals."

"This……"

The shopkeeper wanted to decline a few more words, but there were so many people in the room, except his wife, no one spoke for him, and they all stood by the old man's side.

In the end, he could only nod helplessly, thinking about how to make it up.

Seeing him nodding, the old man's bearded and staring expression disappeared immediately, he laughed and patted him heavily on the shoulder, "That's right, tomorrow, no, you will follow me to the shop this afternoon With that said, he turned his head to look at Yu Fei and the two again, "Little classmate, do you want to follow?"

"We still have classes in the afternoon." Mu Ze directly refused.

"It's more important to study." The old man was disappointed for a second, but soon he cheered up again, "Anyway, this restaurant will open at the gate of your school, remember to come and eat. Bring more classmates, and I will pay for your meal when the restaurant opens! "One sentence is extremely domineering.Both Yu Fei and Mu Ze couldn't laugh or cry.

A few months later, a new barbecue restaurant opened quietly near the school. Because the price was reasonable and the owner was nice, he often gave them discounts. It quickly spread among the students of Deyu Middle School, and it was full of people every day.

Especially the special menu in the barbecue restaurant, pork belly soup, has been well received by the masses because of its delicious soup.

These are not mentioned later.

It is only mentioned that Yu Fei took English class again.

Because there was a week and a day in between, he couldn't remember what the homework assigned by the English teacher was.

"Yu Fei, come up and read poetry,"

"what?"

"You won't forget, right? It's the homework I assigned. Go online and find a classic English poem to read." Because it is a two-person class, the rhythm of the class is not as rigid as that of the big class. Yu Fei's oral language specially assigned this homework.

If he said no now, he would be killed by the teacher... Yu Fei knew the horror of this teacher, so he swallowed uneasily.

At this moment, Mu Ze secretly handed him a piece of paper and motioned him to take the paper up, so Yu Fei instantly felt relieved.

It's better than Mu Ze, who didn't forget to copy a poem for him.

Standing in front, Yu Fei looked at Mu Ze with emotion, while stuttering and reciting the poem, although he couldn't read it very smoothly, it still made the corners of Mu Ze's lips curl up.