Chapter 501

Hearing the voice of old man Yang coming out, the fat man wiped his sweat and raised his voice: "the money is on the table. I'll go first." Say words, then already toward outside walk, the footstep is very urgent.

But just as he was talking, Yang came out of the kitchen with a big tray in his hand. Hearing the fat man's words, he cried out, "don't go, don't go. I haven't changed your change yet."

"Next time we'll do it together." The fat man waved his hand and walked out with a big stride. He didn't pay any attention to old man Yang's shouts. In this way, if he didn't know the inside story, he said that he ran away without paying the bill.

"The extra money you give these days is enough to eat several meals!" Old man Yang wanted to chase the fat man, but on the huge tray in his hand, there were four bowls of mutton soup and a large plate of steamed buns. When he stepped a little faster, the bowl full of broth began to shake. Naturally, it was hard for him to chase him, so he could only say: "next time, don't give me any more money!"

The fat man didn't reply, and he disappeared in a flash.

Yang put the tray on Tang Feng's table, took the mutton soup bowl by bowl, gave Tang Feng the spicy one, and gave the other three bowls to Lin Mengjia and others. Then he put the steamed bun plate in the middle of the table and said with a smile, "take your time."

The old man watched the fat man disappear without a trace and said with a smile: "this fat man, just said that Lao Zhao called him, said that four missing one, are waiting for him, probably in a hurry to find the card."

Old man Yang, who used to be a fat man, took the money from the table, shook his head and said, "I don't know if you are old men? Every one who comes to eat should pay more money. I can't see it once or twice. I don't understand your thoughts any more. Isn't the old man living in vain for so many years? Don't you have pity on me? "

"Lao Yang, don't say that. In our alley, which family hasn't eaten your food for nothing? When did you go back to your shop empty handed? We are all neighbors. After living together for so many years, who has a problem that others don't help? If you say that, you'll be out of sight. "

The old man said slowly, with a smile on his face.

Old man Yang still shook his head. He used to drag the fan to Tang Feng's side of the table and blow his hair to them. He said, "I've been competitive all my life. I didn't expect that it would be such a result when I'm old."

"Don't think too much about it. There must be a way to the front of the mountain." The old man comforted.

Yang old man wry smile for a while, and then to Tang Feng and other humanitarian: "you eat slowly, I'll make rougamo for you, this broth is hot, be careful not to hurt." Then he went to the kitchen.

When Lin Mengjia entered the store before, she was still murmuring in her heart. She always felt that there could be nothing decent to eat in this kind of store. But when she put the mutton soup in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

Mutton soup looks clean and rotten, fat but not greasy. With green scallion coriander, white and crystal fans, and dark agaric, it has a delicious smell, which makes her stomach coo.

After following Tang Feng, for Lin Mengjia, eating is no longer a necessary thing for her survival. Even if she doesn't eat all day, she won't feel that her body is different. For her, eating has become an interest. Only when she meets what she likes, she will move her chopsticks.

The whole day's journey was not very suitable for eating. She simply ate some. When she smelled the delicious smell, she suddenly felt a sense of hunger that she had not seen for a long time.

Lin Mengjia is still so, not to mention the hungry little girl and Zhou Wan?

These two little girls are both eyes on the light, hard to suck the nose, can't wait to pick up chopsticks, even the bun also can't put into the mutton soup, then eat up.

Tang Feng looked at them with a smile, took a piece of steamed bread, slowly broke it and put it into his mutton soup.

Although Lin Mengjia's index finger moves greatly, she is not as anxious as the two children. She also learns from Tang Feng, breaks a few steamed buns into a bowl, and then can't wait to eat them.

"It's delicious." After eating a few mouthfuls of mutton and vermicelli, Zhou Wan picked up a spoon and drank a few mouthfuls of soup. There was almost light in his eyes.

The little girl felt that the spoon was too slow to drink the soup, so she just picked up the big bowl and took a big sip of it. Then she said, "well, it's so fresh and delicious that I almost swallowed my tongue."

Seeing their greedy appearance, Lin Mengjia couldn't help laughing and said, "eat slowly. If it's not enough, we'll have another one."

The old man had almost eaten. He wiped his mouth and said, "you're lucky. If it wasn't for sun Dabang's business, you wouldn't be able to eat paomo at this time."

Lin Mengjia looked at the old man and said curiously, "what? Does it take time to eat paomo? "

The old man said with a smile: "this girl doesn't know. All the steamed buns in Xijing are made with a big pot of soup. If this pot of soup is sold out, it won't be sold any more. How many bowls of soup can this big pot hold? Old man Yang's paomo was famous in this area at the beginning. Every day, just after noon, it was sold out. It came late and had to eat something else. "

Lin Mengjia gave a "ah" and said, "I see." Then he looked at Tang Feng.

Tang Feng nodded and said, "the last time I came here, it was in the morning. It was just after 10 o'clock, so I had to wait for my place. However, I don't know about it. If I knew in advance, I would not come here tonight."

"Unfortunately, there is no such scenery any more." The old man shook his head with regret. "I'm afraid that when you come back in two years, Yang Laohan's shop can't be opened any more. There's no such good luck any more. You can be regarded as predestined friends."

With these words, the old man took out 20 yuan from his pocket and pressed it under his bowl. He called out to the kitchen: "Lao Yang, put the money on the table. I'll go first." Said, and the fat man, as if afraid of being caught up, rushed out of the door.

Lin Mengjia watched him leave with a slightly surprised look on his face.

Usually, I always heard that someone ran away after eating the overlord's meal. I was the first to see him give more money and worry about the boss's change.

Just now I heard Mr. Yang talking to them. This kind of thing has lasted for some time. They all left their money and ran away when Mr. Yang was not in front of them.