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"Maimaiti, look at the good things you have done!"

At the same time, in the Xijiang Hotel, the second canteen of the experimental middle school, Kurban Rahman, the owner of the Xijiang Hotel, crossed his hands and stood in front of a young man with a face similar to him, and scolded him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Dad, isn't this for the sake of our family and reducing losses? You see that people here don't like to eat steamed buns very much, and then you don't listen to persuasion, you have to make so many steamed buns every day, and you can't sell them, and you still do them. I'm not trying to cut some losses. Besides, our steamed buns can't eat dead people, and the school has no evidence, what can we do? ”

The young man who was scolded by Kurban Rahman was so nervous about his father, he couldn't help but sneer, and his contemptuous eyes revealed the unruliness of Maimaiti Kurban and his disdain for the Xinyang people.

"You! Then you can't sell it directly to the students, sell it to the recycling office in the logistics department, isn't it? ”

Although Kurban Rahman felt that what his son said was reasonable, it was crooked. It's just that he has to waste countless raw materials every day to make steamed buns, and in his son's dissatisfied eyes, he pointed to buy and buy, but he couldn't speak anymore.

"Alright, Daddy."

Seeing that his father had "yielded", Maimaiti Kurban couldn't help but be overjoyed, put his arm around his father's shoulder, and said, "I know what I do. The morning bun, I let people deal with it, don't worry, it'll be fine. Besides, if that child is really unlucky, I can find someone and give some money to his parents at that time. Dad, I have an appointment in the afternoon, so I'll go first. ”

After Maimaiti Kurban finished speaking, no matter what reaction his father Kurban Rahman had, he walked out of the door directly and went to the appointment.

"You ......."

Kurban Rahman was shocked, and just wanted to speak, but when he looked up, he could only see the back of Maimaiti in the distance, "This little rabbit cub." ”

"Do you know why I make 300 steamed buns every day?"

"It's not for your mom."

"Ugh."

Kurban Rahman, who sighed, slowly moved his steps and came to the door of the store, looking at the cozy shop with the door closed, and his mind gradually fell into memories.

Kurban Rahman is an authentic Uyghur from Xijiang Province, and when he was young, he came to the capital of the Thirteen Dynasties to find the ideal in his heart.

Here, Kurban Rahman met the love of his life, a Han woman who saw more than him and smiled more beautifully than a girl in the grassland.

However, although the Han woman surrendered under his love offensive, her parents, her elders, and her family did not allow her to marry a foreign man.

Kurban had been desperate for this, and more than once wanted to impulsively run to the old men and ask why. However, the woman did not allow him to do so.

Finally, one day, when it was raining heavily, and the silly woman, with a simple baggage, stood in front of him and giggled at him, Kurban Rahman cried like a child.

He still remembered that although the woman was wet, her momentum was very powerful, and her sharp eyes looked at him, "Kurban, are you brave?" ”

Kurban Rahman still remembers that he stood up with a brush, and his face turned red.

Yes, as the most knowledgeable in the grassland, he is not the strongest warrior in the grassland. He was tired of the backwardness of the steppe, and longed for civilization in the metropolis.

"Coward! I ran out on my own, and you still don't dare to take me on a wandering? Kurban, I really misread you! ”

Without waiting for her to respond, the woman still wanted to stimulate herself with the agitation method, but how did she know that I, Kurban Rehman, as the most intelligent person in the steppe, could not see the strong love in the eyes of this fool.

Then, Kurban Rahman took her all the way from the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties to the south, successively walked through the Central Plains, Jiangcheng, Pujiang, Haidu, and finally came to Xinyang City and settled down.

It's only hateful, Kurban still refuses to forgive himself, why can't he earn that golden Huayuan for himself with the knowledge he has learned, can't treat his mother-in-law, and won't let the woman who bravely eloped with him fall ill in the second year of settling in Xinyang because of the poor sanitation after giving birth to Maimaiti in the third year of elopement.

Every time Kurban thinks of this, his heart aches faintly, a woman, a woman who loves him, she has been enjoying happiness at the age of thirty-five all her life, and she has been enjoying her until she is twenty years old, but after following him, she can't even enjoy a moment of happiness.

The only thing that can give her happiness is the steamed bun made for her by Kurban himself, a specialty of her hometown, steamed bun.

This is why Kurban knows that the steamed buns he makes are not popular with Xinyang people, and he must make 100 steamed buns every day.

"Kurban, if you make 100 steamed buns a day, it is 36,500 steamed buns a year, and if each steamed bun can earn 2 Chinese yuan, we can earn 73,000 Chinese yuan a year. Ten years later, when we have money, we will go back and build a house for our parents and our parents. ”

"If we bring so much money back, our parents will definitely forgive us. I know that our mother is soft-hearted, and our father, although he looks majestic, he loves me very much in his heart. ”

"Kurban, how did you say the steppe was there? Is the grassland huge? Are there many cattle and sheep? What do you eat every day? Do you eat steamed buns? ”

"Kurban, I dreamed last night, I haven't eaten steamed buns for a long time, today you have to make it for me to eat."

"Kurban, I miss our parents."

“...... Kurban, I can't go back, you scatter me in the sea. I heard that rain is when water evaporates into air and then falls. ”

"I thought, my ashes were scattered in the sea, and one day it rained at home, I should be able to go home......"

“..... Kurban, I don't regret ....."

As soon as Kurban thought of this, he couldn't help but cry and cry quietly.

Jiang Qin and Ning Zhichu returned to the second canteen, went straight to the hotel, and when they arrived at the door, they saw that it was Kurban Rahman, the owner of the Xijiang Hotel, who wept sadly.

Jiang Qin and Ning Zhichu looked at each other, not knowing which drama Kurban Rahman was singing, but Jiang Qin thought in his heart, who cares what the other party sings, just come forward and ask?

So, Jiang Qin walked towards Kurban, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, took out a tissue and handed it over, "Boss Kurban, what are you doing here?" ”

Kurban took the tissue, wiped it, felt that the voice was very familiar, looked up, but found that the teacher Jiang Qin from the school's logistics department looked at him with curious eyes, and couldn't help but panic.

"Ah, Mr. Jiang, it's you."

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