He Yuanzhen is a picky eater, really picky eater.

Zhang Zizai's roasted steamed buns, Ao Bing's roasted steamed buns, foreign Taoist priests, Wang two-quarters of immortals, and even the chef of the White Marukzi family made him a roasted steamed bun, but everyone's roasted steamed buns did not suit his appetite.

In the past few days, everyone has eaten roasted steamed buns for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and Zhang Zizi feels that he even breathes a smell of roasted steamed buns.

"Big brother, where are the steamed buns you want, you obviously want my life!" Zhang Zizai really couldn't stand this picky master.

"Brother Zhang, don't be angry, don't I just want to find that feeling......

"What does it feel like, a roasted steamed bun, you still want to eat the feeling of roasted bear paws?

He Yuanzhen: "No, in fact, what you make is better than the grilled steamed bun I want to eat." ”

Bai Maruko is like a confidant: "Look, I'll just say what I did ......"

He Yuanzhen: "Except for yours......"

Bai Maruko pouted and ran to the side to play with the dumplings.

The dumplings are not unpalatable to her.

Dumplings may not even know what is delicious and what is unpleasant. In his eyes, apart from buns, there is only the difference between what can be eaten and what cannot be eaten.

He Yuanzhen continued: "Actually, what I want is not delicious baked steamed buns, I just want to find the feeling of the baked steamed buns I ate back then......"

He Yuanzhen worked as a volunteer in the disaster area more than ten years ago.

That year, he was still a young man with strong blood, and he went to support the disaster area with full of enthusiasm.

He was accompanied by all kinds of people from all over the world, drivers, lawyers, doctors, students, bosses, who rushed here from all over the world with enthusiasm to do their part.

Among the volunteers, there is a small student who always wears a pair of thick glasses, and his face is red to the base of his ears when others talk to him.

He also came here with a lot of blood. It's a pity that he only has a lot of blood.

He was so thin that he had to gasp for a long time even carrying a bucket of water, and he would flash his waist when he moved a stone.

Everyone on the volunteer team jokingly called him a little burden.

Every time everyone teased him, he just held on to his thick glasses and smiled, never refuting.

The little burden can't do heavy work, so he can only follow the team to help everyone with chores.

Due to the blockage of roads and the difficulty of delivering supplies, the volunteer team was reluctant to share the scarce supplies with the victims, so their food was only steamed buns overnight.

The cold and hard steamed buns were really hard to swallow, so the little cumbersome thought of a good way, he cut the steamed buns into slices, roasted them on the fire, and distributed them to everyone.

From that day on, he became a full-time volunteer in the team.

The volunteer team searched and rescued countless lives, and everyone was full of energy and seemed to be full of strength.

Until one day, they meet a little girl who is buried in the rubble.

The little girl was crushed under a pile of rubble, and her waist and legs seemed to be injured quite a bit. The volunteer team tried countless times, but they were unsuccessful in rescuing her.

Forcibly digging will hurt the little girl's body, and it is very likely that she will die instantly. But if you don't use heavy machinery, the heavy objects that press on the girl's body are far from being able to be removed by manpower.

Everyone was at a loss, and as time went by, the girl's breath of life became weaker and weaker, and the difficulty of rescue became more and more difficult. Everyone looked at the weak lives in the ruins and was helpless, and the entire rescue team was shrouded in a sense of frustration.

Some of them began to quietly wipe away tears, and He Yuanzhen knew that this was not a good sign.

Because, only when facing the deceased, they will wipe their tears.

They may have to give up their dying lives.

He Yuanzhen was unwilling, but he was helpless. The only thing he could do now seemed to be to stand by her side and give her one last bit of warmth.

That night, there was a meeting to discuss whether to continue to spend here or to save more lives elsewhere.

It was an extremely difficult choice, but it had to be made.

That night, everyone sat around and nibbled on cold steamed buns.

The little cumbersome is not baked for everyone.

He was the only one who showed his hand to vote to continue the rescue.

While everyone was sitting there eating steamed buns, the little burden took off the protective equipment on his body and began to dig with his bare hands. He tried hard to remove a large and small stone, and he couldn't care about his hand when the glass was broken.

He worked very hard and helplessly.

In the silence of the night, there was only the sound of hands rubbing against the sand and stones, and the faint moaning of the little girl.

"It's really a burden!" He Yuanzhen sighed, patted his buttocks, and took off his gloves to join in.

After a while, one, two, three, and dozens of hands were added, some white and tender, some rough, some fat, and some shriveled.

However, not a single pair of hands flinched.

The nails were worn out, the fingers were worn out, and the palms of the hands were dripping with thick, hot blood.

After six hours of digging, the sun showed its head, and the girl showed her head.

Little Burden removed his glasses, and his lenses shattered when he fell down while carrying rocks.

He Yuanzhen saw his eyes under the lenses for the first time, and they were so clear and sincere.

The little girl was saved, and everyone could eat baked steamed buns again.

That is the best baked steamed bun He Yuanzhen has ever eaten.

......

After the disaster ended, the volunteer team was disbanded in place, and the people from all over the world returned to their original locations, continuing to work as their drivers, lawyers, doctors, students, and bosses.

Life is dull, only occasionally in difficult times, in the face of disappointment, they will invariably think of the roasted steamed buns that have no condiments, but are still fragrant.

Zhang Zizai: "This baked steamed bun really has to be found." ”

Tattoo brother: "You must find it!"

Foreign Taoist: "Beat four drops!Must poke!(Yes!Must find!)"

Shiramaruko: "I'll look for it!"

Ao Bing: "Looking for what?"

Dumpling: "I'm hungry." ”

......

It is true that we are looking for it, but the question is, how to find it.

More than ten years have passed, and the volunteer information of that year has long been lost.

No matter how powerful Bai Maruko's nose is, it is impossible to smell the information from a person more than ten years ago.

This is a very tricky question, so tricky that Bai Wanzi can't even care about cooking for Zhang Zizi today.

Zhang Zizai decided to ask Han Meimei to see if she could find information about the volunteer team back then.

The foreign Taoist priest strongly objected: "I told you a long time ago, try not to have anything to do with that woman." ”

After hearing this, Bai Maruko rushed to the two of them with an arrow: "What woman?"

Zhang Zizai was just about to speak, but the tattooed brother preemptively said: "It's nothing, just the woman who wanted to see other people's butts that day, but she deducted a plate of dishes on her head in the restaurant." ”

Shiramaruko: "Whose ass do you want to see?"

Zhang Zizai: "When others hear this story, they all ask me what kind of food I was deducted, why are you different from other people's brain circuits?"

Bai Maruko's face changed slightly: "Is there one?"

Zhang Zizai didn't argue with her, but stopped Ao Bing, who was about to go upstairs to do the question: "There is a person who wants to see a girl's butt in the restaurant, but the girl is buckled on the head with a dish. ”

Ao Bing looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

Zhang Zizai: "Big brother, it's okay to give a little reaction." ”

Ao Bing scratched his head: "Which restaurant?"

Zhang Zizai: "......."

Zhang Zizai finally found Han Meimei, but there was no way, who let him only know such a friend in the press.

Of course, all this is hidden from foreign Taoists. The foreign Taoist priest seems to have a deep prejudice against her.

Probably because of her breasts...... Well, because of the jade pendant on her chest.

Han Meimei made an appointment with him in a coffee shop, the kind of shop where a cup of coffee only costs twenty-three yuan.

Zhang Zizai adapted He Yuanzhen's story and told it to Han Meimei.

Han Meimei: "I have to find it! I will do this, you go and ask them about the relevant information of the volunteer team at that time, the name of the team, where they have been, what actions they have participated in, any useful information, I will go back and retrieve all the relevant press releases at that time, as long as there is a piece of information that can be correct, I can find out the information of their team along the way, you can rest assured, this is not difficult." ”

Zhang Zizai: "I'll just say, it's definitely no problem to find you, the stupid lack of dogs still has to ......"

Han Meimei: "What do you want?"

Zhang Zizai said embarrassedly: "It's nothing, he always tells me that you are not simple." Maybe it's because of some misunderstanding with your boyfriend. ”

Han Meimei smiled: "Of course I'm not simple. ”

Zhang Zizai: "?"

Han Meimei: "I'm a gold medal excavator, the kind that Bluffrey graduated from!"

Zhang Zizai was amused by her, and his stomach hurt from laughing.

So, he got up and rushed to the toilet again.

......

After returning home, Zhang Zizai and the tattooed brother conducted in-depth questioning of He Yuanzhen, and then sorted out all the information he could remember and sent it to Han Meimei.

In less than a day's work, Han Meimei had a reply: "There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first." ”

Zhang Zizai: "Good news. ”

Han Meimei said with a smile: "The information of the volunteer team has been found, and the boy's information is also in it." ”

Zhang Zizai: "Where's the bad news?"

Han Meimei: "The content of his personal information registration is false. ”

Zhang Zizai looked incredulous: "How can there be such a thing?"

Han Meimei said with a smile: "I checked all the relevant information, maybe the boy was not at the age of volunteer declaration at that time, so he borrowed other people's information." ”

Zhang Zizai: "Then you didn't ask the person who was fraudulently used the information to see if he knew the boy?"

Han Meimei: "I asked, he didn't know that there was such a thing, and he didn't know such a person, I guess his personal information was leaked on the Internet and was randomly selected by the boy." ”

Zhang Zizai's original hope was shattered again, and it seems that this steamed bun is indeed not easy to bake.