Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

The province where Qingjiang City is located is Linhai, and there are national famous scenic spots Foyun Mountain and Lookout Island. It has always been one of the summer resorts. At this time, it is the peak of summer vacation. Even Liao Chu, a tenant, can clearly feel the population surge. .

Thanks to this, the business of Liao Kee Restaurant has ushered in a peak period, especially the drinks that can be taken away, which are selling very well.

However, most tourists have no patience after being devastated by the heat, and the average satisfaction value given is far worse than the first batch of regular diners.

But it can't stand the large base, now Liao Chu can harvest nearly 1 satisfaction points every day, and his life lasts for nearly ten days, and the remaining life span is close to 7 year and [-] months.

Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, and Liao Chu also clearly felt the changes in his body:

In the past, when his workload was too high, his heart rate would beat fast and he would have difficulty breathing.

But now, this response has been very weak.

The joy of terminally ill patients finding a way out is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Ever since he was sure that he could live for a long time, Liao Chu's mentality gradually changed:

He was no longer as anxious or anxious as before, and began to seriously explore the beauty in life and the stories brought by diners.

However, everything has two sides, and too many tourists will bring some negative effects, such as the surge of garbage.

In the past, the trash cans on the street of Liao Kee Restaurant only needed to be cleaned every day.But since the peak season of summer tourism, sanitation workers have been working twice or even three times a day.

Sometimes in the blink of an eye, the trash bins that have just been emptied are filled with all kinds of beverage bottles and food packaging.

The lower-level sanitation workers are low-paid and overworked, and most of the employees are older.

Seeing those white-haired, wrinkled grandpas and aunts sweating profusely under the scorching sun is really unpleasant.

Liao Chu purchased a lot of ebony plums and dried osmanthus flowers out of his own pocket, and cooked a large bucket of sweet-scented osmanthus and sour plum soup every day, and served them for free after simply chilling.

At first, the sanitation workers couldn't believe it, because they had heard about this restaurant. Although it hadn't been open for a long time, it was already well-known in this area, especially the drinks.

Can such a profitable thing be given away for free?

Later, there was an old man who was so thirsty that he couldn't take it anymore, so he tentatively came to ask.

Liao Chuer gave it without saying a word, and asked him to bring it to his companion.

Since then, Liao Chu has had another stable source of satisfaction.

Although he didn't make any money, these uncles and aunts returned him a full ten satisfaction points every time.

Even if other places are too busy, the road in front of Liaoji restaurant and the trash cans nearby must be cleaned up most promptly and cleanly.

One day in August, the temperature was so high that even the cicadas, which were always full of vitality, were wilted, lying on the trees and humming weakly.

The air was scorched to the point of being distorted by the high temperature, and when viewed from a distance, it flowed like water waves.

The streets were empty.

Liao Chu took Guoguo to recognize the vegetables, and after a while, he suddenly heard the little girl pointing outside and saying, "Grandpa."

Liao Chu turned his head and saw an old man with a huge snakeskin bag standing outside the glass door.

He looked at least 70 years old, his face was wrinkled like a deep ravine, and his spine was bent down between his bony arms and legs.

It seemed that the burden of life had overwhelmed him.

The moment the four eyes met, the old man froze for a moment, seemed a little at a loss, and hurriedly squeezed out a smile that was almost flattering.

Just as Liao Chu was about to stand up, he licked his lips and turned to leave.

Guoguo asked, "Why didn't Grandpa come in?"

Liao Chu stood up and rubbed the little girl's head, "Uncle invited him in."

The moment he opened the door and went out, Liao Chu felt as if he was in a stove, and after gathering his composure, he chased after the hunchbacked figure by the roadside.

"Master, do you want some water?"

The old scavenger was taken aback, and instinctively backed away a few steps, shaking his head again and again, "No, I don't drink water, boss, I, I just look, look..."

This man is tall and big, and his face is cold, don't, don't come and beat yourself up!

Even so, his chapped lips were already cracked, and a few bright red blood beads rolled out as he spoke.

Liao Chu lowered his head and saw the empty mineral water bottle in his trouser pocket.

"It's okay, come in, I'll pour you some hot water."

Then, he went to pick up the snakeskin bag on his back.

"Oh, oh, no, no," the old man panicked, and looked at his snow-white apron again, "It's dirty, it's dirty."

"Wash it when it's dirty." Liao Chu said calmly, grabbed the snakeskin bag without any explanation, and walked to the restaurant with it.

The old man tied his hands together, stared blankly at the spot for a while, and followed nervously.

His snakeskin bag...

There were a lot of empty drink bottles in the snakeskin bag, as well as some iron wires, parts removed from household appliances, etc. When they were placed on the ground, they made a rattling sound.

Curious, Guoguo craned her neck to have a look.

The old man hurriedly stopped her, but he didn't dare to touch her, "Dirty!"

The store was so clean that even the cracks in the floor tiles seemed to be shining.

He subconsciously looked at the old shoes that he hadn't brushed in a long time: they were full of mud and stains.

I shouldn't have come in, he thought to himself, making the place dirty.

"Well," he took out the mineral water bottle in his trouser pocket, and said awkwardly, "boss, I'll get some hot water and leave."

Liao Chu nodded, handed him a cup of sour plum soup, and took his mineral water bottle to pick up the water.

"No need," the old man waved his hands again and again, "I don't need it."

He has no money.

"Uncle gave it to everyone," Guoguo came over again at some point, half-squatting on the stool and said, "It's free of charge. Many grandparents came to drink."

The little girl's face was white and tender, her eyes were black and bright, extremely clear.

The old man muttered and couldn't speak.

"Grandpa, why don't you try it," Guoguo urged, "It's delicious!"

It's a pity that my uncle said that children should not drink too much cold food, otherwise it is easy to get an injection like last time.

The injection hurts.

Well, when will I grow up and eat a lot of cold things like Sister Jiajia and the others?

The sour plum soup is chilled, but not cold enough to irritate the stomach.

There are blossoming golden osmanthus floating in the light purple-red soup, and a plum is lying quietly at the bottom of the cup, the flesh is chubby and cute.

The transparent cup wall is embedded with a layer of fine water droplets, watery and chilly, and the sweet and sour taste hits the nostrils, making people swallow unconsciously.

The old man's thirsty throat suddenly went crazy, clamoring for water.

He hesitated, struggled, approached cautiously, and took a sip.

Ah, the sweet and sour juice swirls in the mouth, quickly moistening every inch of the taste buds, and the just right coolness dispels the heat, making people relax unconsciously.

Just one bite, as if it came alive.

"Is it delicious?" Guoguo asked across from him, holding his chubby chin with both hands.

The old man nodded seriously, "It's delicious."

He had never had anything so delicious.

It would be nice if... the old lady was still there.

He took out a small crumpled cloth bag from his pocket, and opened several layers before revealing many scattered steel coins and ten-cent notes.

He counted and counted, seeming to have some confidence, but also not, his voice was weak.

"Old, boss, I want a bowl of clear water noodles."

Liao Chu poured warm water into the cleaned empty mineral water bottle, screwed it tightly, took it over and put it on the table, "Just noodles?"

The old man was flustered for a while, and after a while he gritted his teeth and said, "Then add another egg!"

Everyone has given themselves a drink, so why should I have to consume it?

Liao Chu nodded and went.

There was ready-made dough in the back kitchen. He took a piece of dough, kneaded it a few times, and then stretched and beat it repeatedly.

Dough becomes dough, dough becomes noodles...

Ten minutes later, the old man looked at a big bowl of noodles in front of him, and he was terrified like a child, "I want clear water noodles."

Not only does this have a fried egg on top, it has so much meat!

And this soup, so fragrant, it must be broth!

How much does it cost?

Liao Chu raised his chin, "Please, eat."

He waved at Guoguo again, "Come here."

They are here, the old man may not be willing to eat them.

The old man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

He stared at the big bowl of noodles for a long time, until the heat disappeared, then he picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

"It's too hot..."

He whispered, and raised his rough hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

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As night fell, the heat that had been raging all day finally gradually dissipated, and the restaurant that had been clean for most of the day welcomed visitors from all directions again.

Sunset Red’s Shumen Shulu ordered edamame with fruit wine, while Chi Jiajia happily calculated the bonus, while complaining that social animals have no human rights, and they don’t even have a serious holiday...

Liao Chu dug out a good fat and thin ribs. After thinking about it, he decided to marinate in the freezer tonight and eat the ribs tomorrow.

He was preparing the ingredients, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scavenger who had been here during the day and came again.

The snakeskin bag on the opponent's back was already empty, and it was probably sold.

He stood at the door and lingered, with one hand tightly covering his pocket, his eyes desperately looking inside, as if he wanted to enter, but he was afraid of disturbing the guests inside, so he was very embarrassed.

Liao Chu took off his gloves and went out, "Master, do you want some water?"

"Don't drink, don't drink." Maybe it's because today's harvest is good, the old man is obviously much happier than at noon, he carefully opened the pocket that he had been covering all the time, and gently took out a small plastic bag.

To be precise, something wrapped in a small plastic bag.

Guoguo ran out of the house, took Liao Chu's hand and watched, "Grandpa, what is it?"

Seeing her, the scavenger uncle smiled more and more kindly, bowed his waist further, and opened the plastic bag tremblingly, revealing a few round apricots inside.

He handed it to Guoguo, "Girl, I'll eat it for you."

Guoguo opened her eyes wide in surprise, and looked up at Liao Chu.

"I bought it," the uncle misunderstood, and quickly said to Guoguo and Liao Chu, "I bought it with the money I earned, and it's clean."

Liao Chu lowered his head and looked at the apricots.

They are all good apricots, orange-red and plump, hairy, and a few with fresh green leaves.

The old man sent it forward again, almost pleading in his tone, "I really bought it myself, it's clean, you wash it, wash it and eat it."

He didn't want to eat other people's food for nothing, but he really couldn't afford better things.

Liao Chu touched Guoguo's head, "Take it."

He could almost imagine the old man picking apricots one by one under the scorching sun.

Guoguo picked it up, and thanked earnestly, "Thank you, Grandpa."

The uncle scavenged a sigh of relief, and grinned with a few teeth missing.

His back seemed to straighten up a bit.