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Wang Lian nodded happily, took the hot fried noodles and said, "Then I won't disturb your business, I will take Boss He and leave first." He took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out 26 yuan and handed it to He Chen .

It just so happened that the table next door also called for someone to pay the bill, so He Chen took the money and stuffed it into his pocket without counting, turned around and glanced back, muttering, "Eight yuan of tomato scrambled eggs, 26 yuan of mushroom soup, 30 yuan of large plate chicken For two bowls of rice, four yuan and eight plus 26 plus thirty plus four and 58 yuan."

The firmness of the tone made the uncle, who had calculated the answer together, stop, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't it 68?"

"Really?" He Chen dubiously took the computer on the cash register, clicked it, and the mechanical female voice said "68" without emotion.

He Chen put down the computer, and smiled embarrassedly at the uncle, "I'm sorry, Grandpa Sun, it's indeed 68."

The uncle is a regular diner, and he watched He Chen grow up since he was a child, and he treats this boss who is good at craftsmanship but can't settle his accounts as half a grandson.He settled the bill by himself, and educated He Chen earnestly, "Chenzi, craftsmanship is very important, but the account must be calculated clearly, otherwise your shop will be ruined by you sooner or later."

He Chen took the money and personally sent the uncle to the door, and admitted his mistake in a good temper, "Yes, you also know that I was not good at arithmetic when I was young, and I was often beaten by my grandfather at that time, but I just couldn't change it."

The uncle cheerfully followed along to miss the past, "I still remember that there is a feather duster hanging on the wall on the right. Every time the school has a math result, the feather duster must be invited off the wall. Chenzi, don't you think about hiring another handyman?" It’s best to ask someone who is good at arithmetic, who can help you do the math.”

"Let's see," He Chen said, "My place is only open at night, and many people don't want to come here."

While talking, the two had reached the door, He Chen opened the door for the uncle, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a huge unknown object falling straight towards him from outside the door.He Chen subconsciously reached out to catch it, looked down, and found that he had caught an old man with gray hair and a huge mountaineering bag on his back.

He Chen was taken aback, and quickly reached out to support the old man, observing his expression nervously, "Master, are you alright?"

The old man opened his eyes slightly, and said angrily, "I'm fine, I'm just hungry, young man, give me something to eat."

He Chen helped the old man to sit down at the table in the center, unloaded the mountaineering bag from his back and put it aside, took out the glutinous rice siu mai from the steamer in the back kitchen that he had originally prepared for himself to eat when he was hungry, He poured another bowl of soy milk and put it in front of the old man, "Grandpa, you eat, I'll go get it if it's not enough."

He Chen worked hard here to serve this old man whom he had never met before, while He Musheng stared blankly at the side, "The boss must have met Pengci, right?"

"Probably not," Wang Lian said with a little hesitation.

"But even if it is Pengci, I guess Chenzi will prepare the money and send it to the old man." Wang Lian changed the subject and said with a wry smile, "He was brought up by his grandfather, so seeing that kind of old The old people here are very respectful, when they come to the restaurant to eat, nine times out of ten they don’t charge money.”

Huaicheng's economy is underdeveloped, and there are few entertainment facilities. Many young people can't bear the loneliness and choose to leave home to work hard. Therefore, the aging population here is very serious, and there are few local young people wandering on the streets.Opening a restaurant in such a place, the boss not only can't settle the bills, but also waives bills from time to time.He Musheng was dumbfounded, "It's a miracle that this store hasn't closed down yet."

"Isn't it?" Wang Lian shrugged, "It's also because Chenzi is a good craftsman, and the neighbors will settle their own accounts when they come to eat."

On the other side, the uncle had already picked up a piece of glutinous rice siu mai with chopsticks, and was tremblingly sending it to his mouth.He Chen sat down on the seat next to the uncle and asked, "Master, is the siu mai delicious? If you don't like it, tell me what you want to eat, and I'll do it now."

The uncle ate a siu mai, and his face recovered a bit. He closed his eyes and stretched out his chopsticks to put the second one in his mouth. , the seasoning of diced meat is just right and delicious”

Hearing that the uncle had such a high opinion of the siu mai he made, He Chen's eyes lit up, and he said briskly, "I soaked the glutinous rice for a day, and I added some broth to make it fresh. If you want to For sweet ones, there are still a few in the pot mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, I'll give you a taste later."

"There's also Tang Shaomai," the uncle became interested when he heard it, and happily tapped the table with his chopsticks and said, "Bring it here."

He Chen casually picked up the plate with the two remaining siu mai, "Eating too much glutinous rice at night tends to accumulate food, so I'll take these two glutinous rice siu mai away."

The uncle wanted to say a few more words, but when he heard that he could taste Tang Shaomai later, he immediately closed his mouth, obediently sat on his seat like a primary school student, raised his neck and looked at the partition between the kitchen and the lobby the cloth curtain.

A while later, He Chen lifted the original plate and came out again, lifted the curtain, and brought the plate back to the old man's hand, and the glutinous rice meat siu mai on the plate was replaced with sugar siu mai stuffed with sweet-scented osmanthus.

The sugar siu mai has a different flavor. Although it looks smaller than the glutinous rice siu mai, the old man picks one up and feels the chopsticks are heavy, which is enough to prove that there are not a lot of fillings in it.Putting the siu mai in his mouth, he felt that he just sipped it lightly, and the rich sweetness of the sweet-scented osmanthus burst out in his mouth.

"It's delicious." The uncle reached out and took the second Tang Shaomai into his mouth, proving his love for this kind of food with practical actions.

After eating siu mai and drinking hot soy milk, the old man had long since lost the weakness that he fell at the door of the store just now. He stood up and stretched his waist, and said with a smile, "Thank you so much, young man, I haven't seen you for a long time." I have had such delicious food.”

"As long as you like it." He Chen smiled easily, and added some soy milk to the uncle.

"It's a pity that I forgot to bring my wallet when I went out today. What do you think should I do?" The uncle's tone was a little righteous, and He Musheng, who was eavesdropping, felt incredible.

"It's okay, you don't need to give it," He Chen said, "If my grandpa is still here, he would be the same age as you, how could I have the nerve to ask my grandpa for money?"

"What a good boy." After admiring the uncle, he smacked his lips and said, "It's a pity that I already have a grandson."

He Chen didn't intend to pursue the idea of ​​recognizing a grandfather, so he smiled and said nothing.

The uncle rolled his eyes and slapped his thigh suddenly, "How about you come to be my granddaughter-in-law?"

How can a big man be his granddaughter-in-law? He Chen couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the uncle's serious expression.

"How about it, do you agree or not?" the uncle asked persistently.

Seeing more and more diners looking at him curiously, He Chen had no choice but to say perfunctorily, "Yes, yes."

"My grandson is doing well, you will definitely like it," the uncle said, opening the eye-catching huge mountaineering bag, and took out a giant iron pot the size of the bag from the bag, "here, this pot is As your token of love, when the time comes, my grandson will come to you with this pot."

He Chen has seen people using diamond rings and flowers as tokens of love, but this is the first time he has seen iron pots as tokens of love.The uncle picked up the iron pot and walked towards the back kitchen with steady steps, and said as he walked, "I'll help you put the pot on the shelf first, and when he comes, he can find it directly here."

He Chen followed the uncle closely to protect him, watched the uncle walk into the back kitchen, and watched him carefully put the pot on the empty stove in the farthest corner.

"Master, I am really ashamed of receiving such a precious thing, you should take it back." He Chen still kept mumbling words when he saw the uncle put the pot on. He felt that the uncle was reluctant to part with the pot. "Love keepsake" must be confused for a while.

After the uncle finished speaking, he finally touched the pot and took a step back, "No, this pot is a token of love between you and my grandson. It's useless for me to keep this pot, it's better to let it play early effect."

At this time, He Chen still didn't understand the so-called "function of the pot", so he could only follow the uncle out of the back kitchen.

Wang Lianji was worried that he was going to be cold on both sides, so he took He Musheng and left early.At this time, there were no guests at any table in the restaurant, only Corgi curled up lazily and dozed off under the stool, looking at the shelf with Coke on the drink cabinet from time to time.

He Chen almost followed the old man back to the lobby, watching the recovered old man walk towards the mountaineering bag with vigorous steps, and briskly put the bag back on his back.

"Granddaughter-in-law, treat this pot well," said the uncle, "Grandpa will leave first, and the person who settles the accounts will arrive tomorrow."

This uncle can't even figure out the money for food, where else is he going?

The old man waved his hand, and his back looked quite chic, "No, even though we are old, we still know how to give the young couple space."

What kind of space between two people, is it possible that this grandson is willing to play with the crazy old man? He Chen repeatedly persuaded him to stay, but the uncle's movements were faster, and he slipped out of the main entrance.

"Master, why don't you go after breakfast?" He Chen thought of the uncle's praise for siu mai, "I'll make some siu mai again."

"Thank you granddaughter-in-law, grandpa is full," the uncle laughed, "granddaughter-in-law, when we meet next time, don't call me grandpa, remember to call grandpa directly." As the uncle said, he quickly disappeared. end of street.

He Chen stared blankly at the banyan tree across the street, bent down and picked up Corgi, who was trying to slip out of the main entrance, and said to him while stroking its fur, "Master, maybe it's because the pot is too heavy and he's too lazy to Back, you were planning to forcefully throw it to me." Corgi felt uncomfortably pressed, and gave a dissatisfied "meow" at his shit-shoveling officer, and even rolled his standard eyes.

"That's right, you think so too." He Chen closed the door, put Corgi back on the ground, and let it jump back to his throne and sit down.

He Chen took one last look at the cat, then stepped into the back kitchen.He squatted next to the stove and studied carefully. The big pot that the uncle gave him was a pure iron pot. Although it was very big, it was surprisingly light when turned upside down. There was no rust or peculiar smell in the pot, and it looked like it had been taken care of excellent.

The sky was already pale, and it was almost 04:30 when He Chen looked at his watch again. After a while, the stall owners who closed the stalls in the ghost market would come to have breakfast together. Time was running out, so he stood up and went back to his usual stove In front of the stage, I prepared the ingredients for breakfast in advance.

What he didn't notice was that after he got up, the pot moved slightly, as if guiding someone in the direction.