Ling Feng was not a bully, if it weren't for the old man in the blue shirt who had gone too far, he wouldn't have made a move.

Even so, Ling Feng still had room to spare, otherwise, with his strength, the other party's wrist would have been scrapped long ago.

After this little episode, the bus moved forward in a step-by-step manner.

After two stops, the old man of Blue Mountain got off the bus.

Walking to the door of the car, he scolded in a low voice: "It's really an uneducated thing, don't give up your seat to Lao Tzu, beware of being given a ...... by the car when you go out"

As soon as the old man in the blue shirt said this, the aunt sitting by the door said loudly: "Beware, that young man is coming!" ”

The old man in the blue shirt was very frightened before, and after hearing that he was coming, he hurriedly got out of the car and left.

After getting out of the car, somehow, the old man of Blue Mountain slipped under his feet and fell on the pavement.

When the people in the car saw this, they burst into laughter.

After the car drove forward for four or five stops, a white-haired old woman came up, and Lu Muqing stood up first and gave up her seat.

As she got up to give up her seat, two other young men stood up and wanted to give up their seats.

With the progress of society, people's ideology is also improving, and when they really encounter people in need, everyone will not stand idly by, but it is another matter to rely on the old and sell the old like the old man in the blue shirt.

After an hour of bumps, Ling Feng and Lu Muqing got off the bus on Nanshan Road.

The area around Nanshan Road was originally a suburb, but with the advancement of urban planning, it has become a development zone in Jinling, and the development speed is very rapid.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat the little master's wontons, their wontons are blunt and thinly filled, and they are very well-known in this neighborhood." Ling Feng said with a smile

After walking into the alley, a kind old man walked over, Ling Feng stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, may I ask if the little master's wonton shop is still at the original address?" ”

When I was in college in Jinling, I came here often, but since I graduated from university, I haven't come back.

When he was studying in the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine before, Ling Feng wanted to come over, but after contacting his classmates, he went to other places to do business, so he didn't come.

"Young man, you haven't been here in a while, have you?" The old man said with a smile, "The little master's wonton shop is in front, just turn a corner, the door is not big, you keep a snack, don't walk by!" ”

"Thank you, uncle!" Ling Feng said with a sincere face.

"No thanks, hurry up, it's going to close if it's too late!" The old man said enthusiastically.

After Ling Feng heard this, he immediately walked forward quickly with Lu Muqing.

Green tiles and white walls, low eaves.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the houses on both sides of the street look particularly depressed, and the rings of time seem to have stopped running, and everything in front of you is like yesterday.

Ling Feng originally thought that when the high-rise buildings pierced the sky, the past had already passed away in a hurry with his memory. Unexpectedly, the old street in front of him still maintained its original appearance, which he never expected.

"Mu Qing, hurry up, there is the little master's blunt shop in front." Ling Feng turned his head and greeted casually.

After Lu Muqing heard this greeting, he quickly followed Ling Feng and walked forward.

After Ling Feng stood still at the door of the little master's blunt shop, he said to Lu Muqing with concern: "Be careful, slow down!" ”

A young man in his twenties is making a blunt wonton, his technique is very skillful, his right hand picks up the meat filling with a two-inch wide bamboo slice and puts it on the dough, and his left hand somehow pinched it twice, and a small wonton blunt is wrapped.

"A big bowl, a small bowl, and a hard-boiled egg each!" Ling Feng said skillfully, "How much?" ”

When the young man heard this, he said, "Eight yuan for a large bowl, six yuan for a small bowl, and two pieces for a boiled egg, a total of eighteen yuan!" ”

"Two more plates of pickles, give, twenty dollars." Ling Feng put the money in the small drawer in front of the young man.

"Sit down casually, wait a minute!" The young man immediately turned his head and beckoned, "One large bowl and one small bowl, plus two boiled eggs and two dishes of pickles." ”

Lu Muqing and Ling Zhiyuan sat face-to-face at the small table, watching the children at the next table stuff their small mouths full, and Miss Qianjin couldn't help but swallow lightly.

In order to hide his embarrassment, Lu Muqing asked in a low voice, "Ling Feng, is this the little master you are talking about?" ”

Ling Zhiyuan shook his head lightly, and said to the middle-aged man with a full face and beard who was in charge of the spoon inside: "He is the little master!" ”

Lu Muqing glanced back at the other party, and laughed in a low voice: "Where is this little master, it's clearly a master!" ”

"More than ten years have passed, the little master has become a master, the years are a pig-killing knife, and the knife is urging people to get old!" Ling Feng said with feeling.

After Lu Muqing heard this, the corners of his mouth showed a little disdain, and he said in a low voice: "You seem to be seventy or eighty, you are the same age as that blunt little brother, right?" ”

"His name is Zhu Chengzhang, because his family is a blunt restaurant, he is often stained with flour, he is long and white, we all call him a white-faced pig." Ling Feng lowered his voice and said, "For this reason, he resents his profession very much, but he didn't expect that now his son will inherit his father's business." ”

"Isn't he your classmate, what?" Lu Muqing said in a low voice.

Ling Feng is a top student at the School of Medicine of Jiangnan University, and Zhu Chengzhang is his classmate, so he won't go home to help him make wontons!

"When he was in school, he was addicted to games all day long, soaking in Internet cafes day and night, and was persuaded to quit by the school." Ling Feng said in a low voice, "Because of this, we broke off contact. ”

Back then, Zhu Chengzhang and Ling Feng were in the same dormitory, and the relationship between the two was very good.

Seeing Zhu Chengzhang's down-and-out performance, Ling Feng felt very sad.

Seeing that Ling Feng was a little depressed, Lu Muqing raised his head and glanced at Zhu Chengzhang, who was concentrating on making wontons, and said in a low voice: "Don't say it, he is really white, and ordinary girls are not as white as him." ”

After Ling Feng heard this, his two eyes stared straight at the beauty.

Seeing this, Lu Muqing's pretty face was slightly red, and she asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?" ”

"I think you're much whiter than him, hehe!" Ling Feng said with a wicked smile.

The beautiful president gave someone a blank look and didn't make a sound.

"The two of them are coming, give!" I saw a slightly chubby middle-aged woman holding two bowls of wontons in front of Ling Feng and Lu Muqing.

Lu Muqing leaned forward slightly, sniffed the fragrance twice with his nose, and a soft smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Here you go, spoon!" Ling Feng said softly, "Eat slowly, it's hot!" ”

Lu Muqing stretched out his hand to take the spoon, hummed lightly, scooped up a wonton, and blew it twice before opening his jade mouth and biting it lightly.

Ling Feng's movements were much sharper than Lu Muqing's, and after blowing hard twice, he swallowed the wonton in one gulp. The taste was purer than it had been more than ten years ago, and he chewed slowly with his eyes closed and savored it carefully.

"Ling Feng, this tastes so good, I've never eaten such a delicious wonton!" Lu Muqing said happily.

Lu Muqing's praise was expected by Ling Feng, and he said softly: "If you like it, eat more, if it's not enough, I'll have another bowl." ”

"Enough, you think I'm a pig!" Lu Muqing said angrily.

In Ling Feng's impression, Lu Muqing always gave people a sense of coldness and glamour, and her pretty face was stiff all day long, which was quite a bit repulsive to people thousands of miles away. This will hear that the beautiful president will also be coquettish, and I feel a little trance in my heart, for fear that something will happen to my ears.

As soon as the words came out, Lu Muqing felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly lowered his head and ate the wontons.