Isn't the taste of this bun exactly what he liked most when he was a child? Why did you grow up and abandon your favorite things as a child?

Why do you like this taste very much, but you don't want to accept it later? Is it because he dislikes his mother? Or is it because of this society that I have lost the innocence and satisfaction I had when I was a child?

"Mother...... I'm sorry~~"

Zhao Jianhua cried, crying loudly, crying like a child, crying while sending the bun to his mouth, it seems that at this moment, he has eaten the best thing in so many years!

The old lady smiled, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to unfold at this moment. He looked at his son and said:

"My mother has sold buns for a lifetime, the first half of her life is to make money to support you, and the second half of her life is ...... I don't know why you don't like to eat the buns made by your mother, but your mother still likes to make them, so she made them for those who worked as hard as you did!

Every time I see them happily eating steamed buns, it's like seeing you when you were a child. It's like when you first started working and went to work on a construction site! Looking at the figure of them leaving to work in a hurry after eating, I seem to see you going out early and returning late. ”

"Mother, for so many years, it is the son who is not filial. I...... At first, I really wanted to make money to make a good life for my family, but I didn't expect to end up neglecting my family. Zhao Jianhua pinched another bun in his hand and said in a hoarse voice.

On the side, his wife and daughter also picked up a bun, took a bite, and ate it. At this moment, the woman finally didn't think the bun was unpalatable, and finally didn't dislike the things made by those rough hands!

"Huazi, my mother doesn't have any requirements, and now that I'm dead, I don't have any regrets. It's almost time, my mother will heat up the buns, go to the intersection with my mother, and sell the buns one last time! ”

The old lady got up and went to the kitchen. Seeing this, Zhao Jianhua hurriedly said, "Mother, I'll help you!" ”

The mother and son put all the buns in the pot, steamed them, turned them around, and put them on the dilapidated tricycle.

The time was four o'clock in the morning, Zhao Jianhua boarded the tricycle, the old lady sat in the back, and the mother and son headed towards the intersection.

The man in black got up and said lightly, "Let's go and give the old man a ride!" ”

At the intersection, Zhao Jianhua parked the tricycle and helped the old lady get things right, and during the whole process, he and the old lady were chatting with smiles, talking about how he helped his mother sell steamed buns when he was a child.

After the tables and benches were set up, people came to the construction site one after another, and on hot days, the construction site started before it was dark and didn't shine, and rested when it was too hot at noon.

"Mrs. Zhang, I'll have three buns and a bowl of porridge." A worker in his thirties said with a smile after parking the electric car.

The old lady smiled and said, "Where are three enough to eat, let's have two more!" ”

"No, Mrs. Zhang, there will be more people to eat later, it's almost enough to eat three buns and drink a bowl of porridge!" This person is also very honest, or he seems to have regarded Mrs. Zhang as his own relative, and he thinks about her very much!

Zhang Po smiled and said: "No, there are a lot of buns today, Zhang Po is old, tomorrow, Zhang Po will not come." ”

The middle-aged man's hand that took the bun trembled slightly, looked at Mrs. Zhang, sighed, and said: "Mrs. Zhang, you are so old, you really can't work so hard anymore, in the future, you can enjoy yourself at home, you tell me the address, I will go to see you if I have nothing to do!" ”

"No, I'm not on this side!" Mrs. Zhang smiled very happily!

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, as if he didn't know what to say, so he went to sit aside with the porridge by himself.

Zhao Jianhua, who was standing on the side, also sighed, and at this time, his wife and daughter also came to help, while Mo Fan and the others sat in the car not far away and watched.

One after another, people came, six or seven people, most of whom came here to eat regularly.

"Hey, Mrs. Zhang, there are so many helpers today?" A young man in his twenties said to the old lady with a smile in his work clothes.

The old lady scooped up the porridge and said happily, "Oh, this is my son and daughter-in-law and granddaughter, and they have come to help today." ”

"Mrs. Zhang is really blessed, hehe......"

Both small tables were full, and everyone had a good time. At this time, the middle-aged man who had eaten at the beginning had finished eating, got up and came to the old lady, took out two hundred yuan from his body, and said to the old lady:

"Mrs. Zhang, I've been having free breakfast with you for half a year. I'm a foreigner, I've been away from home for so many years, and I'm away from home sometimes. In this indifferent city, you are the only one who treats me well, like my mother, who fills me with buns and hot porridge in the morning. Maybe I won't be able to see you in the future, you can take this money as my gratitude to you! ”

As soon as these words came out, the people who were sitting and eating were stunned, and they all turned their heads to look at this scene.

"Po Zhang doesn't want money, and she doesn't lack money, it's not easy for you to make money, put it away. In fact, Mrs. Zhang also likes to make steamed buns for you to eat, but she can't in the future! The old lady was also a little helpless.

Now everyone understood, and they all stood up and looked at the old lady one by one.

"Mrs. Zhang, won't you come in the future?" Someone asked.

The old lady said, "No, my son is coming to pick me up!" ”

"Mrs. Zhang...... Thank you! ”

"Thank you too, thank you for liking my buns, and thank you for not disliking me as a sloppy old man." The old lady looked at the steamer that was already empty and said, "Po Zhang is leaving!" ”

Some people's eyes are moist, and some people want to give Zhang Po money to thank her for the free breakfast during this time.

The old man was helped back by his son and daughter-in-law, and as he walked, he said contentedly: "It's so good, it's so good!" ”

Behind him, more than a dozen people with buns stood at the intersection, looking at the old people who were getting farther and farther away, one by one, with heartfelt respect and gratitude!

Back in the old house, it was almost dawn. The man in black stepped forward and said to the old lady, "Mrs. Zhang, it's almost time, you should be on your way!" ”

"Okay~" Mrs. Zhang responded with a smile, then turned her head to her son and said:

"Huazi, mother, this time, I'm really leaving!"

"Mother......" For some reason, Zhao Jianhua seemed to have something stuffed in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

The old man seemed to understand what Zhao Jianhua wanted to say, nodded, and walked towards a corner of the room.

The man in black pinched a trick and recited a few spells, and then he saw a black road appear under the old lady's feet, and the old lady took two steps and disappeared along with the black road.

"Mother?" Zhao Jianhua shouted!

The man in black said, "It has gone to Hades." Then he looked at Zhao Jianhua and said, "Only now do I understand, what is a son who wants to raise but doesn't want to be a parent, right?" ”