"Forget it this time, take the porridge and go, don't do it next time. Xie Yurou's good-looking eyebrows were dyed with a smile.

She is like a princess on high above, giving orders to men.

Obviously, she provoked this incident first, but in this way, the man could only be more grateful to him, and the people around him also voted for her.

The man buried his head in shame, took the bowl in his hand, and walked away quickly, towards the street in the distance.

He knew that he couldn't stay here any longer, or the rest of the victims would take revenge on him.

Walking on the street, the man's steps were a little empty, he had been hungry for so many days, and now was the time to grow his body, and that bowl of porridge was not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

The man vaguely remembered that there was another eunuch's house not far from here, and he should be able to get porridge to drink there.

What I didn't expect was that the number of victims was too much, and the queue there was several times more than in front of Xiefu.

The bigger the carport, the more victims it attracted, and looking at the people in front of him, the man sighed, and continued like this, and it was estimated that it would be noon.

It may also be that it is not yet noon, and the porridge in the pot has already been distributed.

The man did not walk over, but casually leaned on the side of the road to rest, rather than tossing so much, it is better to sit for a while to conserve his strength.

Just when the man closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, a fresh fragrance of white-flour steamed buns wafted into his nose.

The man swallowed his saliva, the smell was so fragrant, why did he already smell the smell of steamed buns before he dreamed.

"Take it. "The voice is playing with nature, and it is pleasant.

The man opened his eyes violently and looked at the woman in front of him, the light cyan cotton silk skirt, the cuffs were embroidered with flowers, small and exquisite, as if there was a faint fragrance.

Looking at the white-faced steamed bun in his hand, the man's throat tightened, and he raised his head to look at the woman with a bright smile in front of him, "Is this for me?"

Xie Fuyao smiled and nodded, "Eat quickly, there are many more here." ”

The man was stunned, and then looked behind Xie Fuyao, several guys were carrying steamed buns out one by one.

This steamed bun is not big, and the man is hungry and thirsty, so he goes down in three or two bites, and the steamed bun in his hand goes down.

All the steamed buns are neatly arranged on the table, and there is a large pot next to it.

The pot was steaming, and the tender rice porridge inside had turned a tender yellow.

Because this is a private shelter, there is no official imprint, and it has just been set up, so no victims come here to beg.

The man staggered to the porridge shed following the fragrance, and looked at Xie Fuyao pitifully.

At this time, Ziyun had already filled a cup of rice porridge, and Xie Fuyao took a few steamed buns and handed them to the man.

"You eat these first, and then come back to get them after eating, you save too much and have no place to put them. Xie Fu smiled leisurely.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, girl, you are really a living bodhisattva. The man came back to his senses and said gratefully.

"When you see other victims, remember to tell them that the shops with this Hui merchant can eat free steamed buns and hot porridge. ”

Xie Fuyao pointed to the badge next to the signboard of Xincaotang and said to the man seriously.

The man nodded heavily, "Rest assured, girl, just leave it to me." ”

The smell of steamed buns attracted the victims in twos and threes, and they gathered in front of the stall as if they were pounced on for food.

Seeing that Xie Fuyao didn't have any family here, he picked up a basket full of steamed buns, lifted his legs and ran.

"Hey, why are you ...... like this" Ziyu was so angry that she was about to step forward to find him to theorize, but these victims ran away in a blink of an eye.

"Forget it, don't chase it, they're just starving, as long as we know that these steamed buns are not wasted. Xie Fuyao stopped.

After the man was full of food and drink, he returned to the porridge shed in front of Xie's house, and the porridge in the pot had already bottomed out.

There was only sparse soup, but the number of people in the queue behind did not decrease, but increased.

"Today's porridge has been served, let's come back tomorrow. Xie Yurou's tone was slightly raised, and she still had the same smile that had not changed for a hundred years.

"Ah, it's gone so soon, we haven't eaten a grain of rice since the morning!"

"This porridge is too little, one bowl is not enough for one person, it is not as good as the Wang family's house on the other side of the street. ”

"yes, I knew I was going over there. ”

The voices of protest one after another sounded among the victims, and the sound became louder and louder, almost engulfing Xie Yurou.

Yuan Zheng made a look, and the surrounding family members immediately drew their knives and moved forward, and the victims were so frightened that they shrunk their necks and didn't dare to say anything more, but they were unwilling to leave.

"Don't stand here, the heart grass hall next to it is heating steamed buns, and it will be too late if you don't go." The man yelled at the front.

As soon as the victims heard that there was this steamed bun to eat, they immediately dispersed and ran in the direction pointed by the man.

Heart Cottage, isn't this Xie Fuyao's shop?

Xie Yurou's eyes were slightly deep, with a pair of good-looking eyes, staring at the man in front of him, daring to ruin his own good deeds, it was simply hateful.

Looking at the deserted porridge shed in front of her, Xie Yurou snorted coldly and turned around and went back to the house.

Yuan Zheng's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the family next to him, "Follow up and see what is going on." ”

What is that dead girl doing?

After a while, the front of the Heart Grass Hall was already full of people.

Ziyu is still diligently steaming steamed buns in the back kitchen, but the speed of consumption of this steamed bun is much faster than the speed of production.

It is no wonder that everyone chooses to give porridge during disaster relief, because porridge is the easiest and most convenient to make.

Xie Fuyao knows that steamed bread is complicated to make, but in terms of satiety, steamed bread is better, which is her previous experience of starvation.

The victims sat opposite the heart cottage with steamed buns and porridge, eating with relish.

"Everyone, have you seen our basket from the Heart Grass Hall outside, if you do, please help me bring it back. ”

Xie Fuyao's voice like a brass bell reached the ears of the victims, and one of the victims volunteered to raise their hands.

"Girl, I've seen it, it was taken away by the second dog in our village, but don't blame him, he is really hungry to do this kind of thing, and I will help you scold him in a while. ”

"Don't scold him, just help me get the basket back, if you throw a basket once, after a few days, I'm afraid we won't even have the tools to put steamed buns." Xie Fuyao joked with a smile.

The victims could hear that Xie Fuyao was joking with them, and they all chatted about the day with or without a match, a happy scene.