Because of his weak health, in order to allow him to grow up healthy and strong, the dean gave him the nickname Kangkang. Kang Kang wrapped his hands around Jiang Chan's neck, and rubbed his thin little face on Jiang Chan's cheeks with attachment.

"Sister Cicada, you're different today. ”

Jiang Chan glanced at Kang Kang: "What's the difference?"

happened to meet the dean coming out of the kitchen with a pot, Kang Kang saw the dean, looked at Jiang Chan again, and suddenly said: "Sister Cicada is quite similar to the dean's grandmother today." ”

Jiang Chan said in his heart, plus my past 50 years, I am older than the dean's grandmother, okay? Thinking of this, Jiang Chan couldn't help but free his hand to touch his cheek, and when he still had a thin little face, Jiang Chan was relieved.

She held Tokangkang's little body, and said to herself, "How do you see my vicissitudes of soul under my fourteen-year-old appearance?"

It's just that these words can only be buried in my heart, and after a simple breakfast, Jiang Chan still rode the 28 big bar in the courtyard to Uncle Mo's small restaurant.

Hurriedly arrived at Uncle Mo's restaurant at seven o'clock, and Uncle Mo's restaurant was running breakfast by the way. Jiang Chan stopped the 28 big bars there, washed his hands and went to help Aunt Mo pinch the buns.

While pinching the buns, Jiang Chan's appearance appeared in front of Jiang Chan's eyes, Lin's favorite is the pulp skin bun made by Jiang Chan, and Jiang Chan made it for her every once in a while.

It wasn't until Lin passed away that Jiang Chan rarely made steamed buns. Because at that time, the entire Jiang family was her biggest, who would dare to let her make food?

With these flashes in her mind, Jiang Chan suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with staying in that world for a long time, at least in addition to the various skills she had learned, she had also gained the love of the Lin family and Jiang Sen.

They gave Jiang Chan fatherly love and maternal love, which Jiang Chan has lacked since he was a child, and this is what Jiang Chan misses the most, so when Jiang Sen and Lin passed away, she was so sad.

A lot flashed through his mind, but Jiang Chan's face was silent. Jiang Chan's hand moved quickly, and one by one the small buns lay on the cage drawer.

Aunt Mo took the time to take a look at it, and said with a hearty smile: "The little cicada's skills are getting better, this bun is really beautiful." ”

Jiang Chan said in his heart that he had been doing it for decades, can he not look good? ”

Seeing Aunt Mo carrying the cage drawer to steam the steamed buns, Jiang Chan leaned in front of the board and looked at Aunt Mo's back in a daze, thinking about everything in the first world in her mind.

Sensing Jiang Chan's thoughts, Qingyuan suddenly spoke: "If you can't forget everything you have experienced, I can seal up your emotions and only watch them from the perspective of a bystander." ”

Jiang Chan responded: "No need, I don't want to seal everything in the past, after all, it is the world I really stayed in." I just can't react for a while, after all, I've been living there for decades. ”

In all fairness, Jiang Chan is reluctant to go through everything he has experienced, but he has no regrets. In that world, Jiang Sen and the Lin family loved her very much, but she also did what she should do as a child.

Jiang Sen and Lin left, she was naturally reluctant, but life is like this, there will always be birth, old age, sickness and death, she just needs to cherish every moment of getting along with them or when they are.

If her feelings for Jiang Sen and the Lin family were sealed, it would essentially deny the existence of the two of them, which Jiang Chan was not happy to see.

She hopes that she can always remember Jiang Sen and Lin, and in the future, she will recall that there were people who loved me so much.

Uncle Mo strode in with a bag of lobsters: "Little cicada came so early today? I ate lobster at Uncle Mo's place in the evening, I just bought it in the morning, and it was fresh." ”

Jiang Chan looked at the lobster in the bag of his eyes, and suddenly said, "Uncle Mo, is the barbecue in the night market very good?"

Uncle Mo scratched his head: "Yes, barbecue with beer, that's a must." ”

Uncle Mo poured the lobster into the basin, brought a big brush, pinched the lobster and began to take care of it.

"I see. Jiang Chan muttered, and specifically asked her to go to the night market to take a look, this barbecue stall does not invest much capital, if it can really be done, it will be able to bring these children in the orphanage down.

After routinely delivering today's fast food, he politely declined the invitation of Uncle Mo and Aunt Mo to stay and eat lobster, and Jiang Chan rode to the night market. Speaking of this barbecue, the main thing is the sauce, and she has also researched several sauces over the years, and it is not a good idea to really make barbecue.

The night market is very lively, Jiang Chan walked around, and many food stalls were crowded, which strengthened Jiang Chan's confidence. If you look closely, there are not many barbecue stalls, just two, one on the street and one in the middle of the snack street.

With a case in his heart, Jiang Chan didn't stay long, turned around and went back.

Three days later, there was an additional barbecue restaurant in the night market. Compassion is the name of the orphanage, and the reason why Jiang Chan gave this name is that I hope everyone will regard this as the industry of the orphanage.

The orphanage was dispatched this time, and there were not a few people, the adults were the deans, and the remaining eight were children, plus Jiang Chan, there were a total of ten people.

An An and other slightly older children are helping to skewer meatballs, and two little girls around ten years old are greeting guests and helping to serve food, as for Jiang Chan, he is the chef who is the best chef.

Dean Fan hugged Kangkang, and she was specifically responsible for collecting money. The children are still young, so they don't necessarily come over to collect money, but Dean Fan is older and more secure.

It was so busy until eleven o'clock, and the people in the night market gradually dispersed. Jiang Chan hammered his stiff back and began to clean. These places have to be cleaned by themselves, and a few older children have come over to help.

After everything was cleaned up, Jiang Chan rode an electric tricycle and took the family back to the orphanage.

When they arrived in the courtyard, everyone didn't care about the smell of oil smoke all over their bodies, and they all gathered in Dean Fan's room, looking at the bag in Dean Fan's hand, which was tonight's income.

Looking at these little radish heads, Dean Fan didn't sell it, opened the bag in his hand, and the mat was full of colorful banknotes.

"Wow!"

"That's a lot of money!"

"Count the counts!"

Dean Fan clapped his hands: "First sort it out by category, and then count the numbers at the end." ”

Several of the older children replied without looking up, "Got it." ”

It's An An, who is also buried in the mat and picks up the steel hammer.