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The buffalo restaurant is now registered in advance, so there are not many people queuing up at this time in the morning. The patients who come here at this time are basically arranged to see a doctor on this day. Among these people, many people have applied for free medical treatment , There are also many people who have put money in the donation box.

In the place of Buffalo Pavilion, people have always been very friendly with each other. Many people got to know each other because they treated diseases together here. What is it like now, and then we can cheer each other up and say something to comfort each other, which is also very heart-warming.

The small square in front of the Buffalo Pavilion has always been very clean. I don’t know who bought the big broom. It is usually placed in the corner next to the Niuwang Pavilion. Every morning, the doctors and apprentices in the Buffalo Pavilion are still lying When the bed is not up, you can hear the sound of someone sweeping the floor here.

"唰...唰...唰...唰..." After a while, seriously and carefully.

The donation records pasted on the Niuwang Pavilion are always flat, although the paper will start to turn yellow after a long time, and the paper will be slightly fuzzy, probably because someone has rubbed it with their fingers.

In fact, there is nothing interesting on these papers, there is not even the name of the donor on it, and some have always only had a simple number of one per day, the total donation of the day.

After staying in this small square for a short while, Romon felt that people were constantly focusing on him. Some people would take the initiative to come over and talk to him, while some people just looked at him from a distance. Just smile at him when you pass by.

This guy was used to Lao Zhou, so he was somewhat uncomfortable with the current atmosphere, so he scratched his hair and decided to go to Niuwangzhuang.

When he came out of the small square, he met the proprietress of He Ji West Point Restaurant, and saw her carrying a basket of bread to the Niuwang Pavilion.

Luo Meng knew that those were the next day's bread. Every morning when the fresh bread was baked, the proprietress would put the leftover bread on the shelf in a basket and bring it to the Buffalo Pavilion and put it on the stone of the Niuwang Pavilion. Free access to the table.

The cream cakes of He Ji West Point House are very popular, and basically they will never be sold out. People in Buffalo Town like this cake shop very much, especially the large group of foodies in Niuwangzhuang. After work, after dinner at Niuwangzhuang, many people would go to the town in small groups to hang out and have supper. He Ji Pastry House is also their favorite place to go.

Relatively speaking, the bread sold in their family is not so good, which has a lot to do with the eating habits of the local people. They like to eat steamed buns, porridge or noodles for breakfast, and rice for lunch and dinner. Dinner and dinner seemed too sloppy. If it was dessert, everyone would prefer to eat cake.

Romon really likes their bread, and so does Xiao Shulin.So he went there at this time, just in time for the bread to be baked, and he planned to buy two to take to the cultural square.

"Old Zhou is here, our boss has just left." The salesperson girl in the store is still very enthusiastic, and she looks full of energy early in the morning.

"I'm not looking for her, bring me two breads and pack them separately." Romon pointed to a type of bread on the shelf.

"Ten yuan." The salesperson neatly filled him with two pieces of bread.

"Oh." Lao Zhou took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to her, and then took the bread.

Their family is no longer keeping accounts in this store. Lao Zhou and Hou Wazi have agreed that anyone who wants to eat cakes will pay for it himself. Those little ones seem to have no objections now. I don't know if he will be called a cheapskate in the future.

Compared with their cream cakes, the bread in this store is relatively affordable. You can buy a big old-fashioned bread for five yuan. Romon remembers eating this kind of bread when he was in elementary school. Later, the bread The taste gradually changed.

The biggest feature of this kind of bread is its strength. When you bite it down, it is like their Niuwangzhuang steamed buns. It has a silky texture inside, rich noodles, rich milk flavor, and a little bit of fermentation. The resulting sourness.

Some people don't like this sour taste, saying it's strange to eat, but Romon likes it very much. The bread he ate when he was a child had this taste. At that time, bread was a good thing for them, and it wasn't something they could eat every day. , Now it’s all right, you can buy a big piece for five yuan, and you can eat as many pieces as you like.

On the cultural square of Buffalo Town, the fixed daily martial arts practice time has ended, but at this time there are still many people discussing and exchanging ideas there. When Luo Meng passed by, Xiao Shulin was talking to a middle-aged man. Romon gnawed on the bread and came here.

"Then I'll go back first."

"Hey, are you leaving now?"

"Don't, go through a few tricks with me before leaving."

"Tomorrow."

"It's Lao Zhou."

"Hey, let's practice tomorrow, don't forget."

"Can't forget."

Before Luo Meng came close, Xiao Shulin came towards him with a kettle.

"Here." Romon handed him a piece of bread.

"Oh." Xiao Shulin answered with a smile.

The two of them walked and ate on the street like this. After Luo Meng finished eating the bread first, Xiao Shulin tore a piece from his hand: "Do you still want to eat?"

"Eat." Old Zhou happily took the piece of bread. Their Xiao Shulin seldom offered to give food. Now, except for Monkey Boy, basically he is the only one who can let him do so.

After killing the two breads, they were still a little bit unsatisfied, so they went in again when they passed the pastry shop.

The proprietress of the cake shop had also come back at this time, and was processing the milk that had just been delivered today behind the operating table. When she saw Lao Zhou and the others coming, she just looked up, and then continued to work on her own.

"Welcome!" The salesperson girl seemed to be always full of energy.

"Two more loaves." Lao Zhou was also full of energy.

"Ten yuan." The little girl packed two breads and handed them to them.

"It would be great if we could still buy soy milk." Xiao Shulin said so when he handed over the money.

When he was young, he always ate bread and soy milk. Boss Xiao didn't know how to cook when he was young, especially in the few years when his wife just ran away with someone, he would often just give Xiao Shulin a few dollars and tell him to cook for himself. Going out to buy food, Boss Xiao didn't pay much attention to his son in those years. He didn't seem to have carefully calculated what kind of food he could buy with that little money, and how many meals he could eat, so Xiao Shulin was always hungry and full.

At that time, what Xiao Shulin ate most often was bread and soy milk. A piece of bread cost [-] cents, and a bottle of soy milk cost [-] cents.Although I eat it often, I never feel bored, because there are still many times when I can't even eat these.

Lao Zhou and Xiao Shulin went out of the shop together. He Jinying, the proprietress of He Ji West Point House, continued to work with her head down. The business in their shop was good, and the workload was quite heavy every day. From morning till night, there was very little At leisure.

But even in such a busy schedule, she still insists on baking some old-fashioned bread that is not so popular every morning.When she was very young, because she lived in the countryside and had many brothers and sisters at home, although she didn’t go hungry or cold, things like bread were quite a luxury for them. In her memory, she never She was given a whole piece of bread, but she could only eat a small piece each time. Even the sweetness of that small piece used to make her feel so happy and satisfied.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye. This morning, He Jinying, the proprietress of the pastry shop, also took the unsold bread yesterday to Niuwangting as usual.

The section of the road from the West Point House to the Niuwang Pavilion is basically equivalent to the time for her to relax every morning. She does not walk this fast, and she can often hear the townspeople in Buffalo Town or those people from other places say something like this Such things, the most often heard is about the topic of Lao Zhou.

In the conversations of these people, the image of Lao Zhou is often tall, shrewd, generous, selfless, humorous... In short, he has many, many advantages.

He Jinying took the cakes to the Niuwang Pavilion with a straight face, and then went back to her pastry shop with a straight face. The people in the town have become accustomed to her expression, and no one would think that something is wrong.

He Jinying pushed open the glass door of her pastry shop and walked in. At this time, Lao Zhou was standing by the operating table studying the milk separator in the store. His leisurely posture was just like being in his own Niuwangzhuang.

"..." He Jinying frowned even tighter.

She almost couldn't stand the teasing, just because Xiao Shulin said: "It would be great if I can still buy soy milk." This girl came here every day to have sex with her, insisting on letting her do it Soy milk is put out for sale...