Chapter 142: Smoke and Dust in a Dream

"Two bowls of shredded chicken noodles with shiitake mushrooms!"

The proprietress took the account book, leaned over and shouted, the tone was skillful, and her voice was clear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the back room, Xu was the cook's person, and immediately responded to a few sounds, and the vague dialect passed to the front of the hall through the curtain, and the two compartments went back and forth, like a duet between the mountain brothers, crisp, bright, mixed with a vulgar fireworks.

This earthly world is 30 million, and the vulgar is also elegant.

Vulgar is vulgar, but she is vulgar and ordinary and stable, and vulgar is warm and tacit.

The vulgar white peace of mind is surging, but I can't dream of it, and I can't ask for it.

Because of this time, the mother he misses has probably forgotten his existence.

Even if this is the wish he made at the beginning, even if he does not regret it, such a clear realization of the cruel truth still makes him sad and depressed.

After all, there is no going back.

The proprietress made a pot of boiling tea, and poured a cup for each of them with a smile: "Drink a cup of hot tea first, it's good to drive away the cold." ”

Bai An was distracted all of a sudden, and with such an atmosphere, he couldn't help but be distracted.

So that in the face of such enthusiasm, he can only respond to it for a long time, and he can't distinguish any other spirit.

However, Han Zhi was much more thoughtful, and thanked him seriously.

The proprietress was not angry and looked at it a few more times.

Finding that he was in a trance, and seeing that he was still wet with half of his clothes, he was afraid that he was suffering from the cold, so he spontaneously brought the electric heater by the counter, put it at his feet, and instructed, "Bake some clothes." ”

Bai An's expression became even more trance-like.

He is young, and his facial features under the lamp are deep and exquisite, with an obvious Nordic mixed taste, and he is twelve points outstanding.

Good-looking and rare children, wood is particularly rare.

And such a good-looking child, his thin lips were pursed lightly, and his eyebrows were slightly pressed down.

The older a woman gets, the softer she becomes, especially when it comes to children.

The proprietress who is very in line with this law has already softened into a puddle of water, not to mention being angry, how considerate she is.

Such a style of acting, gentle and meticulous, soft-hearted and chattering, fell in Bai An's eyes, and became more and more like his mother who was separated by a world.

He picked up the tea, didn't drink it, only took the teacup in his cold hand and rubbed it carefully, the slightly hot temperature penetrated into the palm of his fingers, covering people's hearts and comforting people.

His expression was a little more lonely.

The teapot and teacup are all old things, although the blue and blue glaze is sparsely depicted on a few strokes of freehand flowers, but there is a bit of agility that the machine can not imitate, the bowl is clean and snow-white, and there is no tea dirt in the wash, which looks very clean and refreshing.

Han Zhi glanced at it, sighed lightly, picked up the one in front of him, looked at it for a while, and suddenly asked, "Is this Zibo porcelain?"

"Your eyesight...... That's nice. The proprietress looked a little surprised,

Han Zhi shook his head, his face still couldn't pick out a thorny smile, he helped the umbrella by the table, and his tone added some nostalgia: "Zibo produces good porcelain......

"Not really. The proprietress squinted, and unconsciously became closer when she spoke: "Just these sets of teapots and cups, my father brought them from his hometown in Zibo, and they have been used for many years." ”

Han Zhi nodded: "Speaking of which, my ancestors' hometown is also there, my grandfather and his old man love Zibo porcelain the most, the old man has been tossing and turning all his life, when he is there, he always talks to me about the leaves falling back to the roots, and also takes me back to my hometown a few times, and finally ...... That's what you wanted. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had said something that he shouldn't have said, and glanced at Bai An quietly, a little worried about wanting to speak.

In terms of sadness, the little young master is much more bitter than him......

Bai An didn't think about these things, but the situation he was in was not far behind, but there was always a little sadness in his eyes.

Han Zhi shrewdly changed the topic, talked about it without a trace, chatted with the proprietress about it, half paid, and naturally took out a wallet full of cash from his coat, asked the price casually, and had to settle the money first.

Once a person's years are accumulated, it means that the time they have experienced is long enough, just like the annual rings of a tree, which can make it stout and vicissitudes, mottled and rolled python, and it is a gentle woman like the proprietress who can observe words and colors at such an age.

I somewhat understood Han Zhi's intentions, and thought of my son, I felt inexplicable empathy, and I was very reluctant to see the child's endless stunned appearance at a young age, so he naturally followed his words before, and the quotation was also very refreshing at this time.

"Two bowls of noodles, give twenty-five. ”

Han Zhi was stunned for a moment: "It's just noodles, what about the tea?"

This price, even if you don't talk about their worth or the places you go to on weekdays, it's really too cheap compared to this magic city with a very high level of consumption.

The proprietress couldn't laugh or cry, she had seen their clothing and temperament, and she could guess that these two people were not from ordinary people, but she couldn't understand the reason for this question at all: "What is the value of the tea you brew at home?"

Steward Han gently pulled out a penny and handed it over with some hesitation: "Then you will lose a lot of money if you do this business." ”

What do you say...... Bai An couldn't help but laugh.

This big housekeeper who didn't make a mistake from beginning to end, even if he knew the price level very well, was a Zhumen person who had never personally experienced "civilian life", and he couldn't understand the survival business of small people and hawkers.

The full man does not know that the hungry man is hungry, it is the fault of being too young.

"It's a little business...... What's the loss," the proprietress smiled, her eyebrows gentle: "Usually thanks to the neighbors taking care of it, besides, a few cents of things, that is, it really counts, invite guests to a pot of tea, I still invite it." ”

She smiled, seeing Bai An's old weak appearance, but she couldn't help but care: "Little brother is unhappy, isn't there an awkward quarrel with his family?"

Bai An shook his head, not wanting to speak.

Seeing that his expression was depressed, he couldn't help but feel distressed, so he took out a very patient and gentle coaxing: "Nine times out of ten, things in the world are not satisfactory, you have to think about everything, the little brother and my son were the same age, looking at the conditions are much better, and they are so handsome, listen to the two sentences of the aunt, and be happy......

"Look at it, the days to come will not be more difficult. ”

Bai listened quietly, his pressed eyebrows dispersed a little, smiled at her slightly, and looked out the window at the confused heavy rain for a while, and suddenly asked, "Your son...... Do you also work in the magic capital?"

is just such an ordinary, casual inquiry, but the proprietress is like a stuck shell, and the sound is silent for half a while.

On her aging countenance, a sudden emotion called sadness was overlooked, and soon it faded, like a scar that had gradually perfected over the years, and the color had begun to fade, but it was still hard enough.

The proprietress took a rag in disguise and wiped the counter over and over again: "It was gone ten years ago... It's in the hospital next door...... Back then, he was your age. ”

"You're much luckier than him. ”

After the exam, there is not much schoolwork, and the resumption is renewed, thank you for your continued support.