If depression and heat are indispensable for the low mood brought about by summer, then the knock on the door of "tuk tuk" is a faint cloud shadow in the depths of the haze, shining this old hut. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Excuse me, does the cake cutter live here?"

Outside the door, there were a few old wrinkled but kind faces, and a few strands of gray hair on their foreheads were sticking with a little sweat.

Zheng Lan opened the door, and her heart was warm.

"Yes, yes! Excuse me, did watermelon and sesame seeds bring you here? ”

"Yes! Oh, yes! Those two kids are selling melons now! Their house is not being demolished, but no, they are so happy! Looking at the small house, several old people couldn't help but sigh: "I finally found it...... In fact, there is a taste of a century-old store. ”

"That's, that's, I'm the heir of the Imperial Dining Room!" Zheng Lan sighed with emotion.

The grandparents were pulled into the room by the father, after all, the space was small.

Zimo didn't say a word, walked into the room that belonged to her with a cold face, and didn't forget to kick the door with her foot.

With the "Ahh With a scream, Zimo rushed out of the door in annoyance.

His eyes were round, his mouth was open, but he didn't say a word. After all, the person she was looking for wasn't around.

Zheng Lan cut the pastry squarely and stacked it in the eco-friendly box she had prepared, and to be honest, this pastry was indeed very tempting.

"Uncle, aunt, I'll give you a try!" Zheng Lan smiled.

"What's this? I think the price of your pastry needs to go up a bit. You can't talk about catties, look at the cake, a little bit is eight yuan, this one is at least eighty yuan a catty. As he spoke, an old man took out two red tickets from his pocket. Our little ancestor likes it very much, I bought a little less yesterday, and today I was urged to go to the queue early, and when I got there, the young man didn't sell it, which made me anxious for a while. Our granddaughter, in addition to cold drinks, holds fast food noodles all day long, but no, the whole person is as thin as chopsticks...... "The old man is very talkative."

"Isn't it! Our grandson eats KFC every day, and he is so fat that he can't walk......" Another old man answered.

"Uncle, aunt, this, although the children can eat it with confidence, it's just a little too much sugar, wait, why don't I make some scallion pancakes and give them a taste?" Zheng Lan rolled up her sleeves, took a few glasses of pure water from the water dispenser, and handed them to several old people.

A few old people sat happily, not in a hurry at all.

"Well, this house is too old, it needs to be renovated! With such good craftsmanship, it's a pity not to take it out! ”。

Those old people were free to combine and play cards, and the grandfather, who was unwilling to be lonely, didn't know when he had to make up his share.

Grandma sat at the door of the room, shaking a paper fan, and answered the old man.

"Look, you're always a blessed man! You're almost eighty, right? I really can't see it! "No, this grandmother complimented first.

Grandma smiled, her eyes narrowed into two crescents.

"No, our children are filial! I have a bad mouth, she makes this fragrant and glutinous pastry, you always know, almond walnuts on the market are expensive! ”

"Yes! Yesterday I went to flush the gas, and it went up by three cents per liter. Hey, our wages haven't gone up! Everything is turned up at a price every year! ”

The two old men became more and more energetic as they talked.

"Do you always live with children?" Grandma made such a whole topic.

The old lady shook her head slightly. I can't stop chattering: "gnaw the old, gnaw the old, the generation gap, the generation gap ......"

"Uncle, aunt, you taste it, how about this scallion pancake?" Zheng Lan brought out a delicate clay plate with shiny shortbread neatly stacked on it.

"I want two pounds ......"

said that it was good to give it away, of course Zheng Lan would not accept the money, but Zheng Lan postponed the pastry, and only collected a little capital.

"What a success! We are two hundred each, a total of one thousand, how can this court pastry be that price? The old man didn't even follow him.

Of course, Zheng Lan didn't understand, these old people were all subsidized, each with a subsidy of one hundred and eighteen, of course, Lin Yue thought about it for a long time.

Anyway, there are elderly people in the company, so it's good to turn over and save the status quo.

"Sister Ye family, you are so good here, no, you are full of red face, let her accept the money, this weather, it is not easy to make pasta!" Several old men were embarrassed and fought to put the money on the table.

"It's not easy for you to get old! This weather, basking in the sun, how tiring! Grandma was smiling.

"Not tired, not tired! As long as our grandchildren grow up healthily, it's worth it even if you're tired! An old man laughed: "I said brother, when are we playing cards together?" Hey, my good brothers have gone to the underworld to enjoy their blessings. ”

"Not really! That house is very expensive! An old man sighed.

"Don't say it, don't say it......" Grandpa waved his hand.

"Uncle, aunt, if you want to eat the cakes we made in the future, just make a phone call and I'll send them over." Zheng Lan wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and smiled.

Zimo walked out of the room and glanced at the group of people coldly.

The dignified scholarly door, why is the market too strong?

It's just that there are more than a dozen red tickets on the table.

Zimo lowered his head and thought about it.

"Dad, didn't you say that there are a few students who want to make up math?" Zimo suddenly raised his voice.

Zheng Lan heard the words, and made an exception without saying anything.

She was determined to open a window for herself, even if the gap was small, and she would work hard.

She believes that Zihan must have gone out to make money, but she is injured! 、

Thinking about it, I felt sad again in my heart.

Survive this summer, and it's good!

She believes that her craft!

Ye Yongcheng gently puffed out the smoke ring and looked up at the blue sky outside the window.

His heart twisted into a knot, and the words "gnaw the old" fell heavily into his ear drums. But it was so light and the wind swept by.

In this world, he tried his best to fulfill one woman, but neglected three women.

Only the misty smoke clouds and Zihan's silly smiling face made him feel warm.

Several old men looked at Zheng Lan with a smile: "Your husband is a teacher?" ”

Without waiting for Zheng Lan to answer, Zixin rushed into the room with a group of brothers, and the only one was missing.

"Uncle, uncle, we ask you to tutor in math." Zixin screamed, reached out and grabbed the scallion pancake on the table and threw it into his mouth.

"Unhygienic, wash your hands, wash your hands......" Sitting on the sidelines, grandma smiled.

Zheng Lan rubbed the flour on her hands and said lightly, "Yes!" It's just that he never gives make-up lessons to the children, and the children in his class basically don't need to be strengthened after school, in fact, they are in the top 100 in the city, right? ”

Speaking of Ye Yongcheng, Zheng Lan is definitely very low-key, but real. But no, he is an out-and-out good teacher, secretly, there are several aristocratic schools that want to hire him with a high salary, but he politely declined.

Invited by grandpa, I drank a few more sips of tea and played a round of cards, and then several old people got up, asked for Zihan's number, took the food, and went out slowly. didn't forget to look back and stared at Zimo seriously.

So far, these old people have been customizing Zihan's pastries for a long time, and Zheng Lanwei is pleased. However, today, the harvest is good, excluding the cost, there are a thousand yuan!

And Ye Yongcheng was held by his nephew Zixin, because he was Zixin's very iron buddy, he could only be tutored well. It's just that it doesn't take money.

"Zixin, where is your dad?" After a long time, grandma asked.

"Okay! But no, it's already been rubbed, grandma, where is the waste collected? I'm going to sell our mahjong table. Looking at the ceiling with a sense of age, Zixin whispered: "Actually, our mother is the queen of the wall......"

"Eldest grandson, your father is frail, help him rub his back well when he takes a bath......" Grandma is clearly a little behind the ear.

"Yes, Grandma! I listen to you. Zixin smiled slightly.