At this time, I came to the door of a small shop with a vermilion linen curtain, and there were already several students waiting in line outside the door.

"This seller is so famous for its flan pancakes that you and I used to buy one every time we visited." Bailey spoke first and explained to Gong Bing.

Gong Bing lined up at the back of the line, listening to Bailey and looking into the store.

An old woman of about fifty or sixty years of age, dressed in a pale yellow dress and wearing a red apron, was busy behind the table, and she was diligently making pancakes on the steaming iron plate.

"Ms. Milani, we want two pancakes, one with jasmine and one with pandan, to take and eat." When it was their turn, Bailey took the initiative to speak, and then turned his head to Gong Bing: "Gabriel, is there no problem with pandan flavor?" ”

Gong Bing nodded.

"Ah, it's little Bailey and Gabriel, you two, you haven't seen you for a while, and you think the pancakes I made are not tasty, and you don't like to come." Lady Milani said with a smile and wiped her hands on her apron.

"What's the matter, because Gabriel was sick some time ago, so we didn't come." Bailey shook his head like a rattle, "And I want to say, Lady Milani, you have a good memory. ”

"If that's the case, you know, your dad also grew up eating pancakes in our shop." Ms. Milani poured the paste onto the iron plate, and then rolled it in a circle with a small roller-shaped stick on the hot iron plate, spreading the paste into a flat shape.

After a few moments, the mush turned into pancakes, and Ms. Milani scooped them up, adding the various flavors of the fillings that had been prepared on top of them, and rolling them up.

"Come, your pancakes." Ms. Milani smiled and handed it over, "Be careful, it's hot." ”

"Thanks, Lady Milani, it's money, take it." Bailey took the pancakes and handed the money over.

"Patronize more, and remember to come often."

The two of them came out of the store, and Ms. Milani's voice came from behind them.

"Yes! Delicious. Gong Bing didn't have much expectation, wasn't it just a snack like Shandong pancakes and crepes, but as soon as he ate it, he found out that he was wrong.

The special pancake crust is golden brown with a dotted pink pattern like a small flower, which is particularly fragrant and crunchy.

The pancakes in Gong Bing's hands are pandan-flavored fillings, the purple fillings are crystal clear, sweet but not greasy, and the light fragrance and crispy pancakes taste really good.

Gong Bing finished the pandan pancakes in his hand in two or three clicks, and carefully licked the crumbs off his fingers.

"Yes, you used to have to eat every bit of it." Bailey saw Gabriel happy, and he himself was happy: "Huh? What are you going to do? ”

"It tastes so good, I'll have to get a few more." Gong Bingtou didn't reply, and walked back to the store as he spoke.

The sun is slowly moving towards the west, and at the moment it is trying to hit every trace of warmth on people.

Eating from one end to the other, although it is impossible to eat so many things, as long as he tries it, he is not disappointed, food is one of his few hobbies, and I feel that today is worth the trip.

At this time, he was holding a cup of chrysanthemum tea in his hand and drinking while walking, in fact, the full name of this drink is called green forest chrysanthemum nectar, but Gong Bing is referred to as chrysanthemum tea, green forest chrysanthemum is one of the specialties of Green Town, mainly growing on the edge of the suburbs of Green Town, the entrance of Green Forest.

"You've been exercising lately, doesn't it matter if you eat so much?" Bailey asked as he walked, he had eaten early, and could only watch Gong Bing sweep the pandan path.

Gong Bing waved his hand disapprerovingly, if he gave up this and that for the sake of exercise, then his life would be much more boring, and besides, he was not that kind of person.

"Shall we go in and have a look?" Bailey grabbed Gong Bing, who continued to walk forward, and pointed to the small bar around the corner at the end of the street.

Bailey, whether in school or in ordinary life, is a good student, with middle grades, a well-behaved and gentle personality, and can get along with anyone in the class, even if he is a naughty bad student, he doesn't mind occasionally teasing this little bit, of course, the teachers are also very kind to see him.

This is also one of the reasons why Gabriel, who used to be low-key and introverted, can become friends with him, and it is another reason why he can always sit together every time he changes places in the class.

Although he was not interested in this kind of small bar that looked like a Qing bar, but he could eat so many delicious foods today, Gong Bing didn't want to ruin his interest, so he nodded and agreed.

At this moment, the sky is already fiery red, and the setting sun can only show half of a red pretty face in the distance.

The dim light of the tavern shines through the large floor-to-ceiling glass onto the pathway, and the neon sign on the doorway is already lit up.

In the lantern bar, five or six small round tables are scattered in the middle of the hall, in front of the glass window facing the street is a long small table, there are some landscape oil paintings on the surrounding walls, and some green flowers and plants are planted in all corners of the bar.

There is a small bar in the innermost, and a white-haired old man is sitting in the back at the moment, chatting with customers in front of the bar.

The customer's hair was neatly groomed, and because he had already left work, the suit with a shirt unbuttoned looked a little casual, and he spoke with a faint smile, while the old man in front of him sat behind the bar, his back to the wine cabinet, smoking a cigarette.

"Pete, it's best to have a drink with you after work." Sean said to the old man with his wine glass.

"Talk as if you're busy." Pete said in a hazy voice.

"Every day, the factory has endless reports, endless orders and goods, and strange questions provided by workers' subordinates, isn't it enough for me to be busy?"

"Who would have imagined that you would become the chattering migrant worker you are now." Pete scoffed.

"You're no better, you're not sitting here as a bad old man." Sean fought back dismissively.

Pete smiled and changed the subject: "It seems that the road is a lot calmer now?" ”

"Now all the major power organizations have set their sights on the north, just over there in Saltu, the new mineral deposit is a piece of fat, everyone wants to take a bite, even if there is a big operation, it is also in the north." Sean said.

"That's going to kill a lot of people." Pete shook his head and said.

"When did that war-torn place ever come to peace?" Sean smiled: "But what you said is not necessarily calm, there is no shortage of fools with bad brains in this world at any time, and there are not too many things to mess up the order by using their abilities indiscriminately." ”

"But it's all about you."

"That's right, it's nothing to do with me anymore." Sean nodded, and said with some wistfulness.

At this time, Pete felt the gaze cast at him, he turned his head to look over, and after seeing Gong Bing pushing the door with Bailey, he waved his head in the direction of Gong Bing while saying a word to Sean.

"Gabriel?" Sean turned his head and raised his serious eyebrows, "How did he get here?" ”

Immediately, Sean beckoned to Gong Bing.

Hearing Sean's greeting, Gong Bing and Bailey also stepped forward and sat side by side on the high stools in front of the bar.

"It's nothing, it's just a casual wandering."

"It's not too early, you should go home early."

"It's okay, I said hello to my mother. Didn't you say overtime? How did you get here? Gong Bing shook his head as he spoke, patrolling the wall behind the bar filled with all kinds of liquor.

Soft music is played, and customers whisper to each other while drinking a drink in their hands, unlike other bars, where there are no yelling drunks or rude guys, perfect for those who like to be quiet, and a good place to pass the time easily.

"Come here and take a break, I'll go back to the factory later." Sean said and turned to Bailey, "Bailey, thank you for visiting Gabriel when he was sick. ”

"Hello uncle. Gabriel is a good friend of mine, and I do it as I should. Bailey replied politely.

Sean nodded, then turned to Gong Bing and said.

"Gabriel, remember Daddy Pete, no, this is a good friend of my father's, you met when you were a child."

Gong Bing glanced at the wine glass that Sean had placed in front of the bar, and there was a round LOGO sticker on the body of the wine glass, which was only half a glass.

"I remember a few years ago little Gabriel was a child, and now he has grown so tall." The white-haired old man shook the ash in the ashtray and smiled kindly at Gong Bing.

The memories inherited by himself are somewhat fragmented, and many fragmentary memory fragments are difficult to reassemble, so Gong Bing can only know a rough idea of Gabriel's past, but he doesn't know many details very well.

For the white-headed old man in front of him, Gong Bing didn't have much memory in his mind, only the picture of the old man coming to the house by chance when he was a child and hurriedly visiting, at that time the old man's hair was not completely white, there were not so many wrinkles on his face, and he always had a serious expression on his face.

The other party smiled and talked to Gong Bing about some small things about meeting Gabriel when he was a child, some of them were funny, some of them were embarrassing, and Sean also interjected a few words from time to time, and his always serious look seemed to soften.