The little boy's eyes were very sincere, as if her mother had given him a military order, and he must complete it.

After he finished speaking, he bowed to Zhang Xinhuo at 90 degrees, three times.

Three bows and nine bows, this is the highest etiquette in traditional Chinese culture.

Zhang Xinhuo stretched out his hand to straighten him out, but when he thought of the virus, he changed it to verbal persuasion.

"Get up, you're a good boy, I can feel your heart. ”

Zhang Xinhuo pointed to her vegetable basket, "Did you just come back from buying vegetables from the supermarket?"

The little boy nodded and said, "Yes, I went in the morning and came back after buying food for three or four weeks." I didn't have to go out for the next two weeks, and my mom said it was safest to stay home. ”

What an obedient and good boy.

Zhang Xinhuo asked again: "Why don't you have meat in your basket?"

The little boy looked aggrieved, but the gaze in his eyes was very firm.

"Mom said that I didn't have a job from last year to this year, and I don't know when the virus will end, so I have to save money. ”

"But you're growing your body, how can you grow taller without eating meat. ”

The little boy showed a yearning look, "I'm waiting for the start of school, and when the school starts, there will be meat to eat in the canteen."

Now I want to spend less, my mom has been buying new clothes for years, and when I save up enough, I'll buy her a nice dress.

My mom is the most beautiful woman in the world, prettier than a big star. ”

The little boy's level of sensibility is really distressing.

In the metropolis of Jiangcheng, not everyone can live glamorously, just like this old community with mottled walls is surviving, and many ordinary people are also surviving under the huge pressure of life.

The little boy is a microcosm of this community, and this community is a microcosm of the whole of China.

Zhang Xinhuo thought that he would have the opportunity to bring him some meat in the future, so he asked, "What is your name, and which phone number do you use at home now?"

"My name is Jin Hongtu, and my mother told me to study hard and make great achievements when I grow up.

Actually, I don't want to make a big picture, I just want to make a lot of money so that my mother can live a good life, have meat to eat every day, and beautiful clothes to wear every day.

I use my mother's phone at home, and she doesn't bring her phone to the hospital, and he is afraid that I will always call her if I want her.

Actually, my mom didn't know, and I missed her even more when I held her phone.

I didn't know how to get in touch with her, so I wanted to hear my mom talk to me, even if it was scolding me. ”

Jin Hongtu's tears couldn't hold back any longer, they flowed down his cheeks, all of them were intercepted by the mask that covered his chin, and not a drop fell to the ground.

After all, he is only a seven-year-old boy, he has lost his father's love, and the loss of his mother's love will undoubtedly collapse his little world.

But he is still insisting on being strong as a person.

He choked twice and stopped, "Mom said that men can't cry. I don't cry, I want to listen to my mother and be a man who stands up to the sky. ”

Zhang Xinhuo watched Jin Hongtu enter the community with extremely complicated feelings, the doorman checked his passage slip, measured his temperature and let him go, and his small body disappeared around the corner.

Poor children are in charge of the family at an early age, and this little man who is poor and lives in a divorced family is beyond imagination to mature.

He taught Zhang Xinhuo a lesson, Zhang Xinhuo swore in his heart that the torch lunch box must not fall, and he also better understood where the future direction of public welfare and corporate social responsibility is.

As soon as Jin Hongtu left, an old man with a dragon clock walked through the checkpoint and walked out to the entrance of the community.

He looks to be in his seventies, and the age spots on his face are already obvious, and his back is hunched.

Zhang Xinhuo walked over and asked, "Old man, are you here to help your grandson get a tablet?"

The old man raised his eyelids to see Zhang Xinhuo, "You're Chef Zhang, right?" My son said that he asked you to buy a tablet for my grandson, isn't that so?"

Zhang Xinhuo knew that it was difficult to teach him how to operate when he saw this old man, so he said: "I am Chef Zhang, I brought you the tablet." How old is your grandson and will he use this thing?

My grandson is ten years old and he will use it. The teacher will also teach him, you can rest assured. ”

He pulled out a cloth bag from his pocket and struggled to dig out the scattered bills inside.

There are mostly one-dollar, ten-dollar, and fifty-dollar bills, and only a few red and bright hundred-dollar bills.

"I'll count you how much this thing costs. ”

Zhang Xinhuo hurriedly stopped him, "Uncle, you don't have to pay me, someone has already paid me." ”

The uncle was suddenly unhappy, "Don't lie to me, you kid, my son told me that he hasn't paid yet, let me pay first, and he will find a way to send the money back immediately." ”

Zhang Xinhuo said: "Uncle, someone has really paid." After the owner who bought the tablet learned that your family was in difficulty, he gave it to me without a penny, which really doesn't cost money. ”

The old man still didn't believe it, "How can there be no business that doesn't make money, you must have helped me advance money."

Thank you very much for helping my grandson buy a computer, how can you spend any more money, you have to accept it, you have to accept it. ”

One insisted on giving, the other resolutely refused to accept it, and the two of them were at a stalemate at the gate of the community.

The old man was ruthless and said, "If you don't take my money, I'll kneel down and kowtow to you!"

Zhang Xinhuo couldn't take care of the risk, and hurriedly took a step to help the old man and prevent him from kneeling.

"Old man, you can't do it, you can't do it. ”

The old man leaned over and said, "You are a good person, I can't give you anything, I can only kneel and kowtow to you." ”

Under Zhang Xinhuo's painstaking persuasion, the old man finally took the tablet and went back.

Fortunately, his grandson is ten years old, and Jin Hongtu is older, otherwise how can he afford to take care of him with his old and frail body.

Left-behind elderly and left-behind children are a social problem, which is by no means something that he can solve, or even a national level.

This requires the collective efforts of economic development, the improvement of family income, the national welfare policy and other aspects and dimensions, and can only come out after a long period of continuous exploration and practice.

Many people think that the welfare and policies of developed countries are good, but now many people desperately want to emigrate abroad, and even turn around and ridicule their motherland and compatriots.

Zhang Xinhuo has enough reason to believe that once the new crown pneumonia epidemic breaks out abroad, it is impossible for Western countries under the capitalist state system to take such strong measures for joint prevention and control like China, let alone use the strength of the whole country to fight the epidemic as they do now.

When the time comes, where is safer, where the air is sweeter, and where is the real freedom, you will know immediately.

On the way back to the fast food restaurant, Zhang Xinhuo received a call from Meng Liangchen, and as soon as he picked up the Bluetooth phone in the car, he heard his excited voice.

"Chef Zhang, I really thank you so much, you saved my shop!"