The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant.

On the morning of early April, there was a long queue at Song's Restaurant. In mid-March, the God of Food's flower cake pushed the spring flowers to a climax, and the Song family took the opportunity to launch pear blossom cakes, peach blossom cakes and acacia flower fried.

The flower cake I got up in line early was still hot, and when I bit into my mouth, there was the heat full of floral fragrance rippling between my lips and teeth.

The scene of a long queue in front of the Song restaurant is almost every day, and the father and son of the Song family have long been accustomed to it.

Song Liangxing wrapped a peach blossom cake in paper, and stood in front of the door with his father Song Biao looking at the long line, "Dad, how can you say that Master Xiaoqi can come up with such a good way to do business?" The storytellers in the restaurant next to them are all used for embellishment, and Master Xiaoqi's storytelling is here, and our restaurant is used for embellishment! ”

"yes!"

After a long time, Song Biao inevitably knew that Cui Zhi was a tall and short student, and when Song Liangxing first made it clear to him, although Song Biao knew it in his heart, he was still shocked.

How could such a small female doll come up with such a powerful trick?

But when I think about what has happened around me in the past two years, I don't think it's strange.

Cui Ya and Wei Sheng are afraid that they are not mortals, one is possessed by the God of Wealth, and the other is Wenqu Xing.

Their Song family has accumulated virtue for several generations, so they have to operate at this time.

Song Biao asked Song Liangxing to whisper, "Don't mention this if you have nothing to do, this identity must not be broken, our family is cooking oil on fire now, how many people are staring at it!" ”

"I know, don't worry, Dad!" Song Liangxing stuffed the last bite of peach blossom crisp into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and sighed, "This shortbread was made by my father before, so it was really delicious, and the one I make now is only half of what my father did back then!" If the public is still there, and there is a genius pen of tall and short life, I can't imagine the grand occasion of our restaurant! ”

It's just that the Si people have passed away, just like the taste of peach blossom cake, only left on the tip of the tongue of the world.

The father and son sighed and were about to turn back to the lobby when Song Biao stopped his son, "Look who that is." ”

Song Liangxing immediately followed Song Biao's gaze, "Wei Shen? Why is he here at this time? ”

Song Biao snorted heavily, "You don't know, he was kicked out by Shixianglou the day before yesterday, and some people rumored that he was stealing gold and silver." ”

Song Biao and Wei Shen are the same age, and the two have been together for a long time, Wei Shen has never been able to let go of the fact that Wei Shen has turned his back on the Song Restaurant, and he often pays attention to Wei Shen's news, but he didn't expect Wei Shen to be kicked out by Shixianglou, or a theft.

"This ......" Song Liangxing felt incredible, "He doesn't have to do this, right?" ”

"What is not necessary? Shixianglou wants him to steal, but he can't be innocent if he wants to! Song Biao understood it, looked at Wei Shen who was leaning over his waist at the entrance of the alley in the distance, and said hatefully: "This is retribution!" Who are the people of Shixianglou? Can a person like him be in the company of Shixianglou?! He's just a wreck, people say they don't want him! ”

Song Biao gritted his teeth.

Song Liangxing glanced at Wei Shen who was looming in the crowd, and then at his father, "Dad, don't be like him, our family's first-grade tofu has been made, and he has already been knocked down, and it is only a matter of time before he is kicked out by Shixianglou, anyway, it has nothing to do with us." ”

Song Liangxing persuaded him, and a young man inside came to call him, and he went in a hurry.

He left, Song Biao was still standing there, looking at Wei Shen from a distance like duckweed in the water, being squeezed around by the crowd, standing in the crowd, hunched back and unable to straighten his back, Song Biao's heart was happy and disgusted.

It's useless!

turned his back on the Song family and thought that he could live a better life, but in the end, he might as well buy pancakes on the street!

I don't know if it's because Song Biao stared at him too hard, Wei Shen looked up.

What about it?! Song Biao stood still and glared back.

However, Wei Shen didn't look at it anymore, lowered his head again, turned around and walked back.

"Cowardice! You've never had a time in your life to raise your eyebrows! Song Biao scolded and turned his head to return to the building.

Who wanted to take a step without taking a step, and suddenly there was a commotion. Someone shouted, "Someone is going to die!" ”

Song Biao was taken aback, and hurriedly followed the sound to look, which happened to be the direction where Wei Shen was standing just now.

The place was immediately in chaos, and there was a queue waiting for the bread buyers, all looking over that side. Song Biao fixed his eyes, but he didn't see Wei Shen's shadow.

I think he left, avoided it, and counted him lucky. Song Biao thought.

He was about to say a sentence "It's about me", when someone in the crowd around there shouted a word, which was not loud, but it fell steadily into Song Biao's ears.

"Isn't this Chef Wei of Shixiang Building? It's going to kill you! ”

Chef Wei? Killed?

Song Biao was dumbfounded when he heard this.

The people queuing up to buy cakes couldn't hold back for a long time, and wanted to know what was going on over there, someone saw Song Biao stunned at the door, and shouted at him: "Boss Song, you go and take a look for us!" Let's line up here to buy your cakes! Go and take a look for us! ”

It's been a bit of a rarity these days, and everyone wants to know what's going on.

Maybe many people urged, or maybe Song Biao wanted to see Wei Shen's more miserable moment, he couldn't help but walk over, pushed aside the surrounding crowd, and saw Wei Shen lying on the ground at a glance, "What's the matter?!" ”

"This man doesn't walk long, and when he turns his head, he wants to run! I hit my pot all at once, and all the hot water in the pot splashed on him! The person who was squatting on the ground hurriedly undressed Wei Shen shouted.

Next to this man was his noodle soup stand, the pot boiling on the ground, and the noodle soup water was steaming.

And Wei Shen didn't move, just like he died.

Song Biao broke out in a cold sweat.

Wei Shen, can't you die like this?! He owes so much to the Song family, and he was scalded to death by a pot of boiling water?

Suddenly, someone shouted out of the way and poured a basin of cold water on Wei Shen.

When the cold water went down, someone asked urgently, "Can you still live?!" ”

The noodle soup stall owner couldn't undress anymore, and patted Wei Shen's face vigorously, "Wake up!" Wake up! ”

This shot really woke Wei Shen up.

Song Biao breathed a sigh of relief, but inadvertently, he suddenly met the eyes of Wei Shen, who opened his eyes.

Wei Shen looked at Song Biao, and two words came out of his mouth, "Senior brother......"

Everyone was stunned, and then someone immediately patted Song Biao and said, "Oops! Hurry up and send your junior brother to the hospital! ”

The noodle soup stall owner also said, "Use my car to pull him!" It's hard to live, but you can't die! ”

The noisy and shouting sound made Song Biao have no choice, and he wanted to point at Wei Shen and scold "The treacherous villain is dead and pulled down", but he couldn't shout this in the end.

A bunch of people pushed him, and together with the noodle soup stall owner, they sent Wei Shen to a nearby medical center.

When he arrived at the medical hall, he couldn't leave, Wei Shen was brought to the back room by the doctor, and the noodle soup stall owner pulled Song Biao, "It was your junior brother who hit my stall!" I'm a pot of chicken soup, I won't ask him for it! But you can't rely on me! It has nothing to do with me! ”

Song Biao wanted to say, "It's okay with me", but before he could say anything, the stall owner had already run away.

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