It was the first year that Liu Xiao moved to Fushi Town, and at this time last year, he was still working as a small foreman in the mine in the next town, tired and tired every day, and was called by a foreman with a higher position than him.

It was only a few months before he could live like that, and he spent a year and a half in the mines.

A year-and-a-half-year's salary, in addition to paying for his son's tuition in a big city, is enough to set up a small shop in Pushi Town, although it is only three rooms before and after, but it does not look very small after a slight renovation. At least twenty or thirty people were enough at the same time, and there were even two private rooms to spare.

He has come up in age, and his body is becoming more and more unable to work.

People of this age will be fired by the mine boss even if they do not resign voluntarily, and it is better to walk decently than to let others chase them.

Besides, if you have been working as a small foreman in the mine, you will not be able to take care of your wife.

A year and a half of life in the mine has made her lose a lot of weight, after all, she is responsible for the diet in the mine, and it is extremely tiring to cook so many people's meals every day.

The air in Pumice Town is much better than in the mines, and he intends to spend the rest of his life and his wife here.

At least until their son returns from school, they will stay here.

"Here comes the hot pot~!"

Today's business is good, and the boss is very energetic, of course, the business is not because there are many customers, but because the dishes ordered by the guest are expensive.

The hot beef pot was brought to the table, and the smell made the boss himself swallow.

He understands his wife's craftsmanship, so he came up with the idea of opening a restaurant.

Today's beef is freshly marinated, so today's hot pot must be extra delicious.

Thinking like this, he quickly lit the fire for the pot in his hand, Liu Xiao was by no means a person who guarded and stole himself, and his taste for this warm pot was limited to imagination.

"Thank you. ”

The young man who dined was very polite, and it looked like he should have come from the big city, thinking that he was going back to Pumstone Town for the New Year.

"You're welcome, eat slowly, there are still fresh beans in the kitchen today, do you want a plate?"

Responding politely, Liu Xiao smiled and recommended the dishes in the store to the guests.

"Okay, more of it. ”

The young man made a stir-fry gesture to Liu Xiao with a hearty smile on his face.

However, Liu Xiao always felt a trace of embarrassment in this smile.

It's a delusion, the young man in front of him doesn't seem to have anything to feel embarrassed about.

He didn't look like the kind of guy who didn't have the money to pay the bills.

Liu Xiao thought in his heart, he can be regarded as having read countless people, and the young man in front of him is by no means a material for eating overlord meals.

"There are three hundred yuan here, you take it first, it should be enough to pay for this meal. After finishing the action of stir-frying, the young man handed over three red skins through the beef warm pot.

"Uh...... There is no need for so much, the dishes on the table plus beans are only in the early fifteens, and two for me are enough. ”

Liu Xiao shirked it, he only took two banknotes.

Doing business must be done with a conscience, and even those who open a small restaurant have their own insistence.

"Okay then......" The young man saw Liu Xiao's insistence, and he took back the remaining banknote, "Is there any rice in the store?" ”

Pointing to the large rice cooker on the edge of the position with a little embarrassment, the young man said something that made Liu Xiao a little stunned.

"What......?"

Just kidding, I had a whole pot of rice this morning......

Liu Xiao believed that he would not be mistaken, because he had confirmed half an hour ago that there was still more than half a pot of rice in the pot at that time.

Most of the half-pot rice is enough to feed five or six dry men.

He couldn't believe that the thin young man in front of him was capable of finishing them in just enough time for a pot of beef to boil.

That requires not only a superhuman stomach, but also a superhuman eating speed.

And look at the young man in front of him, he didn't even have a bulging stomach, where did he look like he had half a pot of rice in his stomach?

"Just kidding......"

Liu Xiao smiled, the young man is quite humorous now, but his laughter is not so low.

However, out of a cautious attitude, he still walked to the side of the rice cooker.

"Bang~!"

Lifting the lid of the pot, Liu Xiao felt that she might have had some hallucinations - not to mention the rice in the pot, not even the pot was left.

"It's ......!!"

Shaking his head (because the amplitude is too large, this movement is not very appropriate. Liu Xiao felt that she must be dreaming.

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The meal lasted about an hour, during which the owner of the restaurant cooked a total of two meals.

Two meals, each time it is a full rice cooker.

It's just that even after experiencing such overeating, Mo Ye's stomach didn't bulge much.

Because of the special effect of the dragon bloodline, the food was broken down as soon as it entered the body, and it looked like it was converted into energy and then stored.

Silently secretly left a red skin for the boss under the plate, and Mo Ye walked out of the restaurant.

The small town sun shone on him, pulling a shadow that was not too long.

It's almost noon.

The streets were covered with water stains after the snow had melted, and Mo Ye felt that it was time to return.

The perception he exuded had 'seen' Aunt Wang and Xiaomei coming out of the bank gate, and now all he had to do was to meet them and return to the orphanage with them.

Of course, it's best to ask about the whereabouts of the swaddling clothes that wrapped around him on the road.

Hopefully the stuff is still there.

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It was close to noon, and a somewhat unusual express passenger drove into the car station next to Xiangnan Railway Station.

The newly furnished body should have been painted for less than a month, and the car should have been fully maintained, if not new.

But does this kind of maintenance really pay attention to every detail?

I had a feeling that the luggage compartment under the compartment had something to say.

The door to the baggage compartment was wide open, and the luggage in it had almost disappeared along the way.

Is there a problem with the hatch?

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