I was the first to catch up

The seasons change, the light and shadow flow rapidly, but even if the outside world is full of rapid changes, Huan Jiang is still the same Huan Jiang.

In the past three years, the No. [-] Middle School has been expanded again, and the No. [-] Middle School is still the same, but there are also rumors that some alumni want to donate, and the school building will soon start to be renovated.

After the wave of store openings hit three years ago, only a few of the new stores that opened at that time are still open today.Everything in this era comes ferociously and quickly, but dissipates extremely quickly, like a tornado, leaving nothing behind.

In mid-February, the weather was still cold, firecrackers and firecrackers were ringing, and people returning home strolled on the land of their hometown, bringing their families to visit relatives everywhere.In the evening, all the bustling things gradually fell silent, every household lit up their lights, and occasionally fireworks could be heard "swish" flying into the sky, and huge flowers would be released with a thump, thump.

In a village outside Huanjiang City, Yu Xiaomin opened the door and watched the snow fall outside.It was also very cold inside. Grandma Jiang was sitting on a wooden chair. She was dressed thickly and held a hot water bottle in her arms.She peels a bitter tangerine with wrinkled hands while she watches the tiny TV.

"It's cold, come in quickly."

Grandma Jiang stared at the TV and muttered.She said this in the vernacular, with a gentle tone and always very kind.

Yu Xiaomin wrapped her cotton coat tightly, stepped back into the room gently, and closed the door.She sat next to Grandma Jiang again, and Grandma Jiang handed her half of the peeled bitter tangerine, and Yu Xiaomin took it with a smile. No matter how many years passed, Grandma Jiang always treated her as a child.

She ate a slice, and the unique sweetness of the bitter mandarin actually tasted not bitter at all, probably not sweet enough, so people whose tastes are spoiled by all kinds of sweet fruits called it bitter mandarin.However, if you taste it carefully, you can still taste a little bit of bitterness. It is a fruit that is very suitable for adults.

It's a pity that Yu Xiaomin doesn't like it.

She stuck out her tongue and stuffed the remaining bitter mandarin back into Grandma Jiang's hand.Grandma Jiang glanced at her with a helpless expression.

"You, the taste is still so childish."

Yu Xiaomin thought to herself, why can't adults like sweet things?If it weren't for the expensive desserts, eating too much would be bad for your health, so Yu Xiaomin would crave sweet and greasy desserts every day.

After thinking about it, she secretly reached out to grab the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes on the small table, but in the next second her hand was knocked down by Grandma Jiang, who pretended to scold her severely:

"I still eat, Xiao Yu is not as greedy as you. Didn't she tell me about the toothache last night?"

Grandma Jiang blamed so much, Yu Xiaomin said with a smile, "But you don't even eat it, why don't you keep this one for me?" Then she stretched out her hand and quickly grabbed a piece of glutinous rice cake, and threw it into her mouth.

"You, you, you are not too dirty."

Grandma Jiang was still complaining over there, and Yu Xiaomin was so sweet that she laughed out loud.Obviously she was still a little uneasy just now, but her mood improved a lot because of it.

She looked out of the door—Grandma Jiang's house. The two folded wooden doors at the door were inlaid with glass. There are many houses like this in the south.At this time, it was snowing heavily, and Yu Xiaomin could see that the glass was covered with heavy snow, and it was white. Grandma Jiang's voice came from beside her:

"In a few days, I will work hard again."

Yu Xiaomin knew what she was talking about.That's why she came here.

She nodded and said in a low voice:

"Yes, it will be soon."

Her Xiaomin canteen will reopen in early March.

Although this day finally came, she never expected that it would take three years.

"Mom, tell me, is there anyone willing to come over for dinner?"

"Yes, because our Xiao Min cooks delicious food."

Yu Xiaomin watched the TV, there were snowflakes on the small screen, and he could barely see that it was the recording of the Spring Festival Gala.

"Then tell me, how long can I drive this time?"

"You can drive as long as you want."

Yu Xiaomin smiled, the uneasiness was slowly dispelled by Grandma Jiang's gentle words, she is obviously in her 40s, what a shame.

"If the boss is not satisfied with my business policy, if..."

Yu Xiaomin didn't stop talking, but Grandma Jiang stopped answering.She listened silently, knowing in her heart that Yu Xiaomin was just venting.

Sometimes people also need a gate to release some emotions, otherwise people will be suffocated.

And this Yu Xiaomin, what he is best at is to suffocate himself.

Grandma Jiang knew her.

In the evening, Yu Xiaomin said goodbye to Grandma Jiang after dinner, and she got into the car—this car was new, and it was on her birthday a year ago. Her parents, Yu Sheng, Yu Yuanyuan, and Yu Le Le saved money together to buy her a new car.The car should be more spacious and the equipment is good. Although there is no brand name, Yu Xiaomin is much more comfortable to drive than before.

The way home was very quiet, and the scenery outside the window was monotonous. Yu Xiaomin turned on the radio, which played golden songs from the past, and she hummed a few lines casually.

During the long time, Jiang Lingyu called her, and she said that she had already arrived in Ming'an, and she would call her again when she got to the dormitory.Yu Xiaomin said "hmm" a few times, and reminded her when she was about to hang up:

"Xiao Yu, if you feel unbearable—even if you feel a little uncomfortable, you must tell me."

Jiang Lingyu nodded at the other end and said yes, Yu Xiaomin felt a little relieved.When she hung up the phone, she felt a little guilty again.

Since last year, Jiang Lingyu has been teaching others during the holidays. Originally, Yu Xiaomin was not allowed to do so, but Jiang Lingyu had been doing it secretly for a while at that time, and she always said that there were only two classes a week, each class The class is two hours, and the money is a lot, and it is not particularly hard.

She said so, and Yu Xiaomin couldn't fly to Ming'an to supervise her every day, so she had to reluctantly agree, but secretly contacted her roommates, asking them to take good care of Jiang Lingyu.

It was only natural that Yu Xiaomin was worried.Three years ago, Jiang Lingyu suddenly fell ill, and she took a break from school for a whole year. This incident still haunts her.During that time, Xiao Min's cafeteria was also closed, and she and Jiang Lingyu were uncomfortable at first.

Later, Yu Xiaomin found a part-time job and occasionally went to help friends with things, while Jiang Lingyu began to teach nearby elementary school students at home.

Now, those long and idle time passed faster. Yu Xiaomin didn't know how Jiang Lingyu felt, but she felt that her life rhythm was abruptly slowed down.It was really painful at first, but time will heal everything eventually.

Now, Yu Xiaomin has finally gotten used to the slow-paced life, but she has to re-enter the tension of opening a store, and it is natural to feel uneasy.

And this time, she is not the only one who can call the shots.

An hour later, Jiang Lingyu called again to say that she had arrived at the dormitory and was going to teach others tomorrow. Yu Xiaomin gave her a few words, and the car slowly drove into the Huanjiang Bridge.The bridge seemed to have had its lights removed a few years ago, so Yu Xiaomin turned on the headlights to illuminate the road ahead.

She was about to hang up the phone when Jiang Lingyu suddenly said:

"Mom, if that boss is not a good person, it's fine if we don't open this store."

While steering the steering wheel, Yu Xiaomin listened to Jiang Lingyu say that she now spends a lot of time as a tutor, and her usual expenses are not large. This has been verified in the past three years-even if she doesn't open a breakfast shop, Yu Xiaomin Min and she can have a decent life too.

Moreover, the life in the breakfast shop is very hard, getting up early and staying late every day, and Yu Xiaomin is a person with a strong sense of responsibility - when she said this, Yu Xiaomin smiled and understood what she meant.

After all, Jiang Lingyu has already conveyed these words many times.

This time, however, she would still answer:

"—Anyway, let's try it first. After all, we couldn't have opened in the first place."

Yu Xiaomin still finds it incredible when he thinks of that moment.After Xiaomin's canteen closed three years ago, Yu Xiaomin didn't rent the shop anymore, after all, the rent is not cheap.

Who would have thought that a few months ago, someone contacted her out of the blue, saying that a local boss in Huanjiang didn't like the Internet celebrity shops everywhere in Huanjiang, and he preferred the traditional breakfast shops back then—such as Xiaomin Canteen.

He intends to build Xiaomin Canteen into a brand with a good local reputation. This is the conclusion he reached after investigating all the old local shops in Huanjiang—the word-of-mouth of Xiaomin Canteen is in the mouths of every Huanjiang person. According to word of mouth, he later mentioned to others that the hot temper of the proprietress is also a selling point, and overall it is a potential stock that can be built.

Yu Xiaomin was taken aback when she heard it. She didn't know that she had such a great commercial value. She thought it was over like this. She didn't expect that the boss was really willing to invest and rented it back. The original shop—surprisingly, after three years, the decoration in that shop has not changed much.

So, when Yu Xiaomin stepped in there, countless memories flooded up, attacking her wave after wave.

Before she got there, she thought she was used to the life at that time and would not want to be busy anymore.However, standing there, she could see countless herself walking around in a hurry. At that time, she always felt that she had to move forward—it was painful to have to move forward.

But now she realized that Yu Xiaomin was also fulfilling at the same time.She really likes this kind of life, she likes serving hot noodles to guests, likes familiar and unfamiliar faces appearing alternately, eating with her head immersed in the heat, and likes the unchanging ordinary scenes.She likes the mediocrity and the city.

The three-year vacancy made Yu Xiaomin realize that she didn't have to stay here—of course, she could also go out and work hard to start a new career and become another more "successful" Yu Xiaomin.But life here is actually not bad.

That was the real reason she signed that contract and agreed to reopen the store.

"So, don't worry about me."

She told Jiang Lingyu so on the phone.Jiang Lingyu paused, had no choice but to sigh helplessly, and said, "I really can't do anything about you."

Yu Xiaomin stopped the car, hung up the phone, and opened the car window again. The cold February wind swept in from the night.

For Xiao Min, after reopening the store, she is actually not very worried about the various difficulties in the operation.On the contrary, she is also willing to meet those challenges.

What really disturbed her was that the boss would also return to Huanjiang to inspect the breakfast shop.

If the performance is not good, it is normal for him to withdraw his capital.

Although Yu Xiaomin still doesn't quite understand why there is such a person who can easily buy shares without being in the field, and spend a lot of money to support her to open a shop, but he is also a benefactor of the breakfast shop, so Yu Xiaomin can't do it. slack.

Although she doesn't know much about this boss.She only knew that his name was Fang Jiayuan - that was the name on the contract, and he also sounded like a man in his 50s or [-]s?

Yu Xiaomin had never seen him with her own eyes, she just prayed in the night - praying that Fang Jiayuan would be a good boss.

Yu Xiaomin sighed a little melancholy, watching the white breath he exhaled gradually disappear into the air.