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Chapter 11 Pot Cover Noodles

Summer in the south wakes up very early, the sound of cicadas and the hot wind disturb the dream, and the sticky sweat sticks to the body, which is very uncomfortable.

After Luo Zijun woke up in the middle of the night, he was groggy and didn't fall asleep again, but he didn't have any coherent dreams again, just that little fragment tossed and turned, tossing him exhausted.

So he didn't sleep at all, sat by the window, took out the slightly yellowed book in the drawer that he used when he was a child, and wrote down all the things in his dream yesterday.From the looks of the two people to the way they talked, he regretted that he couldn't draw, otherwise, a portrait might be more intuitive.

Dongfang gradually turned pale. He heard a thin rustling sound behind him. Looking back, the child got up from the bed with half-closed eyes and stared at the ground for a long time like a headless fly.

I can't find my shoes.

The bed was too high and the legs were too short to jump straight off.Teacher Luo walked over, patted his head habitually, knelt down and took the shoes for him to put on.

The child muttered, "Good morning, Uncle Luo."

"morning."

If there was a third person present at this time, or there was a camera, it would be able to capture Luo Zijun's eyes looking at Du Chengyi, how soft and doting, the rough guy who usually hangs around outside is completely different.

The child went to the box to find a set of T-shirt and shorts, and took them off with his back to Mr. Luo.In the south without air-conditioning, the whole body is covered in sweat after just a few moves. The child was still a little dazed when he took off his pajama pants. He didn't notice that half of his underwear was taken off, revealing half of his white and tender butt.

Teacher Luo squinted her eyes behind her back: "It's well developed and has a beautiful shape."

Dudu's movements froze, wishing he could run into the next room, but when he thought that he was a boy, running away like a girl would be awkward and inappropriate, so he could only curse "stinky rascal" in a low voice, and walked all the way from The neck is red up to the ears.

Luo Zijun laughed out loud, as happy as a fool who tripped and was complacent, he lay on the child's shoulder like a big dog, hugged him and rubbed him vigorously.

Du Chengyi was struggling under him, twisted and twisted, but the corners of his mouth were always curved.

Luo Zijun panted and asked him in a muffled voice, "Are you awake?"

The child's stomach rumbled in good time, and he nodded shyly.

Teacher Luo kissed his head again, and then he let go of him contentedly: "Go, I will take you to try our famous pot noodles."

The sun was already scorching hot outside before seven o'clock. Teacher Luo locked the door, and seeing two young men who looked like hooligans walking towards him, he quickly turned around and blocked the children behind him.

"Hey, good morning, Mr. Luo, come back and take a look when you have time?"

The child obediently grabbed the corner of Luo Zijun's clothes, without panting.

The hooligans are raised by a certain real estate developer in the town. That developer is a scumbag. Relying on his friendship with the higher-ups, he has done a lot of forced buying and demolition activities over the years.Some time ago, their area almost killed people because of this person's occupation of the land.

The government has a development plan in this area, and the prospects for the next 30 to [-] years are promising.But a lot of what is left in this area is the foundation of the family. The lifeblood of decades or hundreds of years has been tied here. If any family is willing to sell it easily, no matter how much money you pay, it will be useless.

It's a pity that businessmen are all profit-seeking, and they will never give up until they achieve their goals. If money can't solve it, he will use force.The old man resisted with death, and finally he was disabled for life.

At that time, this matter was on the front page of the local social news, but it was taken down the next day, and finally lost some money and let it go.

Later, the man turned his eyes on the dealer's house.

Speaking of which, this house seems to have been repaired more than 200 years ago, using a lot of expensive wood and imported enamel, which is very precious. In addition, there are also some bizarre rumors about the owner of the house at that time, that is, the ancestor of Luo Zijun. So this house caused quite a stir at the time and in the contemporary era.Later, although the family declined, the spirit of the ancestral house is still there. The government wanted to enlist it several times to be a cultural relic as a scenic spot for people to visit, but Luo Zijun never agreed.

Just because he felt that there was still a story to tell in this house, some things were confiscated, and they were scattered.

As a result, the real estate developer didn't know where he got the news, so he sent someone to ask him about the land acquisition, saying that he was going to develop a hotel project.

The cultural heritage disagreed, and Mr. Luo would not be willing to open a hotel to make money.

So they were shut down for several years.

That group tried hard and soft but failed to take the house away from Mr. Luo.

A few social youths with their trousers hanging down half their hips, with their big flower arms dangling, glanced at the child hiding behind Mr. Luo: "Mr. Luo's child? It's pretty pretty."

Luo Zijun blocked again, covering Du Chengyi tightly: "I have a good temper to endure you, you have to move your mind to a place where you shouldn't, just try."

Probably the two of them had never seen Mr. Luo, who had never seen a slovenly face, suddenly changed his face, revealing a rare gloomy and ferocious face, and were stunned on the spot.

The child tugged at Uncle Luo's sleeve, and Luo Zijun patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, they are all afraid of me."

"why?"

Why be afraid?Teacher Luo is the best person in the world.

Luo Zijun pulled Du Chengyi out, recalling: "Because, when I was young, there was a big murder case here, and the dead body couldn't be found, and it hadn't been broken for many years. At that time, I was still young, and once It's very strange to see this news in the newspaper again, because I obviously saw that man on the way from school every day, and I took them there, and the man's body was dug up gone."

He said calmly: "So they say that I am a monster, and they are all afraid of me. In turn, it means that they believe everything I say, and they are afraid of everything I do."

Fear is a double-edged sword.If you can't eliminate the source of your fear, you will be tortured by him so that you can't sleep at night.

The child squeezed Luo Zijun's hand and rubbed his arm with his small face: "It's not sad, it's not sad."

Luo Zijun squeezed back, but didn't answer.

Luo Zijun took Du Chengyi to the old street to find the best pot lid noodles.

After this place was upgraded and renovated, many noodle shops popped up overnight, all of which were called "special pot cover noodles", and all of them claimed to have been promoted on TV. The behead is the new customer.

But Luo Zijun knew that in the depths of the alley, there was a small shop of a few square meters. It had been open for more than ten years, and it had always been like this. still in time.

The noodles in that shop are very delicious.

It was early in the morning and the store was still empty.A simple menu hangs alone on the white wall. The noodles are all common types, such as big row, shredded eel, fat intestines, beef, beef offal, etc., and the prices are basically around 20, which is reasonable.

The floors in the shop have just been mopped and are a bit wet underfoot.There was no one in the lobby, but there was already a trace of heat coming out of the back kitchen, with a tempting aroma.

"Uncle Cui!" Luo Zijun shouted.

After calling twice, a loud "Hey!" came from the back room.

A fat middle-aged man ran out, wiping his hands on his apron.Seeing Luo Zijun, his eyes lit up, and his whole body was filled with joy.

"Hey, Ronaldinho is here! Come and sit down."

The shopkeeper pulled a chair for him, Luo Zijun told him not to rush, he could just come by himself, and brought Du Chengyi to see the essence of the pot lid noodles.Only then did the boss notice that Mr. Luo was following a cut-off tail.

"This is?……"

"It's the kid I mentioned to you before."

"Ah, it's him, hey, he's so cute, he's smart at first glance." The boss stared at Du Chengyi for a long time, but he didn't like it, so he must treat him to dinner today.

He handed Luo Zijun a cigarette, and Mr. Luo waved his hand. The shopkeeper probably suddenly realized that there was a child there, so he put the cigarette back and sighed: "Hey, if my grandson is here, he should be about this age."

The topic was a bit heavy, so Luo Zijun could only pretend to take Ducheng Yi to get the seasonings to liven up the atmosphere.

On the side table by the wall, there are chopped green onions, coriander, leeks, minced garlic, chili, soy sauce, and sesame oil, which can be seasoned according to personal preference like a hot pot.

After the selection, hand it over to the back kitchen to cook with the noodles.

The child was very curious, and leaned on the edge of the stove on tiptoe and went straight to the pot.

Luo Zijun grabbed him: "Don't really fall in."

Soon the lid and the noodles were tossing together in the pot, and when the bowl was taken back, the aroma was tangy and the color was clear.The first few bites are still chewy, and the more you eat, the smoother it will be.

It was just that it was too hot this day, and Du Chengyi was snoring heavily while eating, but he didn't care about the sweat on his head, so Teacher Luo served him with a tissue.

"Is it delicious?"

"Ok!"

The child had no time to speak, so he could only nod his head violently.

"I heard that the grandsons of the Zhao family in Dongtou are here to trouble you again?"

"Well, they came to block me at the door just now."

The boss spat: "Shameless things, sooner or later there will be retribution."

Teacher Luo agrees with this sentence.As the saying goes, it's not that the time has not come without reporting.

"Be careful yourself."

Luo Zijun nodded, the words lingered on his lips for a long time, and then asked: "Your son..."

"I can't find it, hey, after so many years, I've also looked away. Who can be blamed? It's nothing more than bad luck."

Luo Zijun originally wanted to change the topic and chat a few words to adjust the atmosphere, but suddenly a new customer came to the store, the boss waved his hand and went to the back kitchen, looking a little stooped from his back.

Luo Zijun gently explained to Du Chengyi: "The owner of this shop has a son. It is said that he gave birth to a child without getting married in the early years. He ran away after hearing that the child died. Anyway, no one knows. The owner of the store has been refusing to close the store all these years because of this, he is worried about it, and always thinks that his son will come back."

Du Chengyi blinked his eyes when he was full, and his belly was chubby. Teacher Luo helped him scrape the green onion off his mouth while smiling.

"Is it delicious?"

"Yeah!" Du Chengyi nodded: "I just learned it! I'll make it for you when I get home!"

The child speaks seriously, regardless of whether he can really do it, just hearing this makes Teacher Luo feel hot.

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