"Uncle Fugui, what's wrong with you?"

Su Zifang saw Wang Fugui's gaffe for the first time, and reacted that things were not very simple, so he hurriedly asked Yang Qiong to pour a cup of tea and send it over, and comforted herself. "Uncle Fugui, drink some water first, speak slowly. ”

Xue Yi was also obviously a little stunned. After so many years as a chef, I have never seen someone who is about to cry for a dish like this.

"This ...... Master Wang, you say slowly, the size is only a cage of crab roe soup dumplings, can I still run?"

Wang Fugui raised his head, a little restrained, and a little embarrassed: "I can't hide it, this crab roe soup is not something I want to eat, but I want to give it to my wife." ”

"Aunt Wang?" Su Zi let out a look of confusion, "I've been on the street for so long, I haven't heard you mention it." ”

"It's gone. Wang Fugui's delicate hairstyle hangs down in front of his eyes, showing the downfall of an old Kohler vividly.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Fugui. Unintentionally uncovering other people's scars, Su Zifang was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"It's okay, it's been a long time. If I hadn't eaten this bowl of noodles, I wouldn't be like this. Wang Fugui finished drinking tea, slowed down for a few minutes, and finally got out of his emotions, but there was still a deep attachment in his eyes.

After Wang Fugui's half-reminiscing and half-emotional narration, Su Zifang and Xue Yi finally figured out where Wang Fugui's previous excitement came from.

......

Wang Fugui was born in Shanghai, and his family was old and rich, and the name Fugui was still used by the old couple to find a half-immortal fortune teller. As a result, he was not rich or expensive all his life, went to school, skipped class, and after graduating from high school, he simply guarded the grocery store at home and spent the first half of his life sending his parents away safely.

Coincidentally, Wang Fugui's grocery store is hidden in an alley, and it can only be regarded as a barely subsistence business by relying on the neighborhood to buy some rice, flour, oil and salt.

But at the intersection where the front of his grocery store led to the outside, a small stall selling breakfast suddenly set up one day.

The stall owner is a girl about the same age as him, with big eyes and watery skin, a beautiful look with braids, and delicious food.

Wang Fugui listened to the women in the alley chatting and learned that the girl was the daughter of a restaurant chef in the south, and the chef was in debt for gambling. took her out to pay off the money, but she was forced to come to Shanghai alone, intending to start a new life.

He doesn't like to chew the root of his tongue, but he likes to watch the girl work, dragging a stool to sit at the entrance of the alley early every morning.

Probably the good-looking girl's food is also delicious, and people like to eat at the girl's breakfast stall.

Although Wang Fugui can't go to school, he is shrewd in accounting.

Just because the grocery store has no business in the morning doesn't mean you can't sell goods to others!

I set up a stall next to it to sell soy milk and soda.

The girl is kind-hearted and does not drive people away, Wang Fugui will also be a man. He eats eight fried buns for a dime, eats a round belly every morning, and then opens a bottle of soda for the girl and scoops a bowl of soy milk.

The soy milk was filtered three times, and the layer without slag in the middle was specially scooped, added sugar, and let it cool to quench your thirst in one go.

At the beginning, the girl went home every day, and Wang Fugui also collected the stall and returned to the store.

Later, the girl closed the stall every day, Wang Fugui helped load the car, and waited for the girl to send away before slowly closing the stall.

In the end, the girl watched Wang Fugui close the stall every day, and then pushed the raw frying truck and the soybean milk truck back into the alley and parked at the door of the grocery store.

The two of them had to say goodbye again in order to suppress the blazing fire in their hearts.

After coming and going, the girl became Aunt Wang, and Wang Fugui became Uncle Fugui.

When the two first started together, their lives were very regular, they went out to the stall together during the day, eating fried buns with sweet soy milk; at noon, the girl went back to cook first, and when Wang Fugui closed the stall, she could eat hot meals; and at night, she walked along the alley, which was particularly comfortable.

Although Su Zifang had never been to the alleys in Shanghai, listening to Wang Fugui's narration, he still felt that the picture appeared in front of him.

On both sides of the walls, which are made of red or blue bricks, one or two air windows occasionally show out, and the word "Fu" begins to white, and the stone pavement under your feet also smooths out the edges and corners of the rounded, and raindrops fall and smash out puddles.

Wang Fugui and Aunt Wang walked on this bluestone road, talking about today's experience as they walked.

"You made fried buns in the morning too quickly, and the bottom was not fried, and the old guests were embarrassed to talk about you and complained to me secretly. Aunt Wang pinched the soft flesh on Wang Fugui's waist.

"It's not that they're in a hurry to go to work and urge there, you see Lao Lu and Lao Zhang, aren't they crispy!" Wang Fugui stiffened his neck and refused to admit it.

"You're embarrassed to say, Lao Lu and Lao Zhang's teeth, they can't bite the raw fried skin without soaking in the soup, and you still fry people so hard, deliberately, right?"

"Who told them that the buns you made were not delicious? My wife's buns are the best in the world!"

"What's the matter, obviously the best steamed bun is the crab roe soup dumpling in the outer building!"

"How is it possible? My wife's cooking is the best in the world!"

"My wife's cooking, it's the best in the world!"

Wang Fugui said that this experience was the most repeated sentence, every time he said it, the happy look on his face made people feel distressed and wanted to cry.

However, the good times did not last long, and before the two of them had children, Aunt Wang fainted during a stall, and was sent to the hospital for examination only to find that Aunt Wang had a genetic disease.

In order to treat Aunt Wang, Wang Fugui spent all his savings and sold his ancestral shop.

It's a pity...... In the end, Aunt Wang still couldn't get better.

Aunt Wang left, and the neighbors kindly gave her one last ride, without making the funeral seem empty.

It's just that until the spirit shed was demolished for a few months, Wang Fugui still couldn't get out of the mood of Aunt Wang's departure.

He had no friends or relatives in his life.

Although his name is rich and noble, he has no big ambitions, he just wants to open a small shop in peace, be filial to his parents, marry a wife and have children, have money in his hands, and have surplus food in his family.

But with his parents and wife leaving one after another in his life, he felt as if life was joking with him.

Several times, he wondered if he should follow Aunt Wang and return with his parents if he had nothing.

But every time, when I wanted to make this thought, I thought of Aunt Wang's face again.

Thinking of that day, he appeared at the entrance of the alley in a car.

The girl with big eyes and bright skin and a good-looking girl with braids asked him with a smile: "Why do you, a person with a shop, still want to rob me of life?"

He shyly tugged at the corners of his clothes, muttered for a long time, and held back a sentence: "You sell raw frying, I sell soy milk, and we don't affect it!"

He thought of the words that Aunt Wang said when he was walking in the alley that day: "The delicious buns in the world are the crab roe soup dumplings in the outer building!"

After years of tossing and turning, he was finally able to get out of this memory and talk to others about your existence.

However, I still haven't forgotten this sentence, and there is another half.

"It's a pity that I haven't eaten it yet......"

"I really want to take a bite ......"

"Taste it, isn't it really that delicious!"