Uncle Song took Xiaoqing back to Yijie Bun Shop, which is a three-story building, and after taking Xiaoqing back to the second floor, he began to wash his white.

After asking the widowed aunt next door to thoroughly wash Xiaoqing from beginning to end, she came out, but the eldest aunt paid the boss's strength for this, and all she wanted in the end was Uncle Song's praise.

And Uncle Song didn't know where to get a few worn-out, but washed white shirts, with a slight musty smell on them, but they were not very strong, and they had a taste after a long time, but Xiaoqing didn't care, these clothes were much cleaner than the clothes on his body.

Xiaoqing, who came out of whitewashing, is quite beautiful, but it's a pity that the scars on her face destroy this beauty.

Facing Uncle Song, Xiaoqing was a little twisted, not knowing what work to do next.

"Some people think that the most important thing is the noodles, and some people think that the most important thing is the filling, but I think the noodles are the most important place. Uncle Song rolled up his sleeves, looked at the large ball of noodles in front of him, and said indifferently: "Only the best noodles can make the taste of the stuffing to the extreme, and only the best dough can be qualified to make the best stuffing." ”

Xiaoqing was ignorant and learning to make noodles on the side, clumsy, without the slightest bit of Uncle Song's smooth flow, plus as a child, it is difficult to persist in the physical work of noodles...

But Xiaoqing didn't speak, even if she was hungry, she insisted on making peace...

Stumbling, a ball of reconciled noodles came out, which couldn't be compared with Uncle Song's, but this is the noodles that can be used to make steamed buns.

"Very good, the next thing is to wrap the filling, and the soup is baked..."

Under the leadership of Uncle Song, a cage of meat buns was baked like this, from the noodles to the stuffing, all of which were completed by Xiaoqing.

There is no good-looking shape, and even some crooked, which can be smelled from the fragrance, this is the real meat bun.

Xiaoqing looked at this cage of steamed buns and her saliva was about to flow...

Uncle Song grinned, patted Xiaoqing's shoulder and said.

"This is labor, to gain something through one's own efforts... At the same time, you can decide how you want to spend the buns..."

Looking at the hot bun in front of her, Xiaoqing's face was a little sluggish, and finally she didn't hesitate and bit down hard.

This bun... It's fragrant...

There is no way to compare with Uncle Song's buns, but this self-made bun always has an inexplicable taste.

......

"This child, she is very similar to me, not ordinary, whether it is experience or temperament, she is like carved out of the same mold as me. Uncle Song smoked a cigarette, looked at Li Yun curiously and said, "You seem to know everything, let me follow that child, let me find her, let me teach her to make buns..."

Li Yun ate the bun with a beautiful face, and he would definitely not say that the [edge line] on his head was so shiny that he was blinded by the dog's eye, and he couldn't wait to give Tianmu a black blindfold to save being blinded, but he said with a smile.

"You have a fate, and if you have a fate, you can be connected, this is a reincarnation, and it is also a inheritance..."

"Well, this is a heritage, once upon a time, I was like her, a little homeless man, no parents, only relying on the garbage on the side of the road to survive and steal the little maggots, at that time I thought every day, why I lived in this world, why I was the only one who was so unfortunate to encounter this kind of thing. Uncle Song put down the cigarette butt and said with a smile: "Until, I met the owner of this steamed bun shop, he sells the cheapest steamed buns to the little beggars, and we only need to pay a little bit of paper... Oh, no, it wasn't paper at that time, it was enough to use dug grass, and the boss was so that we could feel the taste of labor, not by begging..."

"I did it for the first time, until I saw him, as the owner of the steamed bun shop, eating steamed buns and cold water every night, I changed my mind, I can't let such a good person suffer..."

Uncle Song's thoughts went back to the past, and finally extinguished the fireworks...

"In the end, you became the person, the one who ate steamed buns and drank cold water, and also sold cheap buns. Liu Yanli said on the side, and there were four big meat buns next to her...

Li Yun felt that Liu Yanli didn't have any discipline at all, and from the current point of view, she didn't plan to pay at all, after all, this was Xiaoqing's trial work.

Uncle Song didn't care about this, and said with a smile: "Yes, I have become such a person, a person like Yang Lao... Well, we're just doing what we can. ”

It's like a torch, passing on kindness to Uncle Song, and Uncle Song will pass on kindness to Xiaoqing, until one day, Xiaoqing will pass on this kindness to the next generation...

Hearing this, Liu Yanli also seemed to notice something, and said, "By the way, Boss Song, can you let us meet that Yang Lao..."

Liu Yanli felt that this Yang Laoba achievement was the Yang Yiqing she was looking for, the person Xie Sujie had been waiting for for nearly a hundred years.

"You guys are here to find Yang Lao? I didn't expect him to be looking for him. Uncle Song was a little surprised, but still said: "You can find him, you may be basking in the sun on the balcony on the third floor now..."

Liu Yanli didn't eat steamed buns anymore, and wanted to go up to the third floor in a hurry to pull out the old man.

Li Yun smiled on the side and continued to eat the fragrant meat bun in his hand.

In this regard, Uncle Song did not immediately refuse, but said: "I'm curious, what are you looking for him, he is an old man who is good for nothing but making steamed buns... Well, there's some dementia or something. ”

It may be a little uncomfortable to say this, but Uncle Song knows that not so many people will remember Elder Yang's grace of dripping water back then and come to thank him or something.

"I'm looking for him... I wanted to take him to meet someone, to meet someone who had been waiting for him for nearly a hundred years, really, for so many years, there was not even a little news, I didn't expect to hide here and sell steamed buns..."

Liu Yanli's emotions were a little excited, and she hurriedly walked towards the third floor, leaving only Uncle Song next to her with a stunned face.

As soon as Uncle Song wanted to catch up and say something, the door was opened.

Clean and tidy third floor, there are often people to clean at a glance, there are not too many things, only some herbs and some old things, next to the pile of large and small old sundries, but these sundries are placed very neatly, and there is a sound of the radio next to it.

In the chair next to him, there was an old man listening quietly to the play on the radio...

When she saw the old man in front of her, Liu Yanli was instantly stunned...

He...

Not Yang Yiqing?