Chapter 500

"Let's go in and have a look." Tang Feng said, has walked toward the shop.

Lin Mengjia looks at the little girl and Zhou Wan. Seeing that they are also looking at her with inquiring eyes, she nods. They follow Tang Feng and enter the shop.

This small shop is not big. There are several sets of old looking tables and chairs in the shop. There are two tables of customers who are eating. There is no air conditioner installed in the shop, and two fans are blowing at them.

Fortunately, now the temperature has dropped, a few people into the door, do not feel very hot.

Close to the door leading to the kitchen, there is a counter which is not too big. Behind the counter, there is an old man who looks like he is in his sixties. He is wearing a big white vest and shaking with a palm fan.

"Boss, four bowls of mutton steamed bread and four rougamo," Tang Feng said to the old man before he went to the counter, "three bowls of mutton steamed bread are not spicy, one bowl is more spicy."

"All right." The old man immediately got up, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "You can find a place to sit, and it will be ready soon!" With these words, he shakes the fan, lifts the curtain of the door and walks towards the kitchen.

Tang Feng sat on the biggest table near the door. Lin Mengjia also took the little girl and Zhou Wan to sit together. Then he said strangely, "is this old man the boss you've seen before?"

Tang Feng nodded and said with a smile, "yes, it's him. Although he is older these years, I still know him."

The little girl looked around and looked at everything in the shop. After a while, she said, "but why are there so few people here? Dad, you say the food here is delicious. How can there be so few guests? "

On a nearby table, a guest who was eating a large bowl of noodles looked up at them, squinted and said, "are you from other places? I didn't expect that someone would come to eat Yang's steamed bread now! You really know the goods. The flavor of steamed bread he made is unique. "

Tang Feng saw that the man was the same age as the boss, and he was more than half a hundred years old. After listening to his speech, he expected that he was familiar with the boss, so he asked, "why do you say that? Is it not as good now as it used to be? "

"The taste has not changed, but the people in this alley have changed." The guest put down his chopsticks and shook his head.

"Don't talk about these empty things. If you want to talk about them, don't talk nonsense. It's sun Da Pao who forced old man yang to this point." The guest at the other table raised his voice and cut in.

Tang Feng saw that he was a man in his forties. He was round faced, fat and bald. He also ate noodles. However, the noodles had reached the bottom and he was drinking soup in a bowl. He was fat and couldn't bear the heat. He was already sweating in this small shop. In addition, after drinking the hot soup with a layer of chili oil, big drops of sweat flowed down his bald forehead, He pulled a few napkins to wipe sweat, and said something resentful.

Tang Feng was about to ask, but the old man shook his head and said, "keep your voice down! Walls have ears

"If I'm afraid of these grandchildren, I won't come here to eat noodles!" The fat man was still resentful. After drinking the soup, he stood up, took 20 yuan from the pocket of his baggy shorts, put it on the table, and walked towards the door.

As he passed by, Tang Feng said to him, "my friend, is it convenient to talk about what happened in this shop?"

The fat man stood still and tried to open his mouth while standing in the ventilation of the door, but the old man tried to squeeze his eyes.

Tang Feng took another look at him and said faintly, "we are all strangers. We are leaving Xijing tomorrow. Why not talk about it?"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that," said the old man, with an embarrassed look on his face. He pointed to the left and right sides with his fingers and said, "I'm afraid they'll hear me."

The fat man seemed to be a little scared. He could not care about his sweat. He went back to the shop and said to Tang Feng, "have you ever come here to eat Yang's steamed bread before?"

"Once a few years ago." Tang Feng nodded.

"At that time, the alley was different from what it is now."

"It's totally different."

On the fat man's face, he appeared a wry smile and said, "this alley developed three years ago and has become a commercial street. The old neighbors around him have basically sold their stores and moved to other places. Old man Yang has a lonely family. The elders have left the store and two rooms upstairs. They depend on this skill to eat and sell the store. The money they get is not enough for him to open a shop in another place, They won't sell it. "

Lin Mengjia some puzzled way: "since here has been developed, this shop should not be low price, how can not be enough to open a shop elsewhere?"

The old man, who is still eating noodles, said: "at the beginning of the development, the buyer didn't give a lot of money. Although it exceeded the original price of these houses, it was far from enough to buy a new store."

The fat man showed an angry look on his face. He pointed out to the outside and said, "when you came, did you see the stores on both sides? It's all sun Dabang's. He bought this half street at one go and wanted to build an antique street. Old man Yang refused to sell this shop. It's bad for him. He's going to make trouble here every so often. After a long time, who dares to eat here? "

Lin Mengjia couldn't help frowning and said, "isn't it that nobody cares?"

"The fat man said:" to manage, there must be evidence! Sun Da Pao's people are very cunning! "

The old man nodded his head and said indignantly, "there are always seven or eight people together. When they order food, they pick and choose. They say it's not fresh, they say there are insects, and they say they have diarrhea after eating. Where can there be such things! I've been eating paomo here for 30 years, no problem! "

The fat man added: "they are noisy and noisy. They make it every few days. They have to choose the time when the number of tourists is the most. In the past, they lived in old neighborhoods. They knew their roots and didn't care about it. But in recent years, all the original neighborhoods have moved away. The main source of tourists is tourists. When they make trouble, who dares to come?"

"Old man Yang runs a small business, and he doesn't save much money. He can't afford to decorate the store. After a long time, some people think it's unsanitary to look at the dilapidated store. If he's made such a fuss, there won't be any guests."

The old man and the fat man each said a few words. Tang Feng understood the whole story.

Just as they were waiting to say a few more words, they heard old man Yang's voice coming from the back kitchen: "paomo is coming!"

Then there was a rush of footsteps.