At this moment, it is noon.

The sun in the sky is so bright that people's eyes can't be opened.

The voice of the woman crying in my ear was inaudible.

The fat boy saw that in front of him was a house door.

On the plaque on the door of the house, the words "Tang Mansion" are written, and the gilded edge shows the dignity of the owner in the house, and on the high cornices, some strange animals are carved, and the face is very hideous at first glance.

The fat man hadn't come to his senses for a while, and he didn't know what was going on.

Just now, he was obviously in front of a red brick wall, how could he come to this place all of a sudden.

Looking at the word "Tang Mansion" on the side of the door, which was still reflecting the light, the fat boy guessed that this should be the old mansion of the Tang family.

He looked around again, and the street wasn't too wide.

The clothes of the pedestrians on the road are obviously not of this era.

Occasionally, a rickshaw passed in front of him, and the faces of passers-by were numb, their complexions looked slightly yellow, and they were a little thin or something.

The fat boy remembered the documentaries of the Republic of China that he had watched in the early years.

Those people were smaller than modern people, and their faces were old. It seems that these people around him are not much different.

At that moment, the fat boy had a feeling of being in a different world.

The midday sun shines on people's skin, which makes people feel a deep sense of tiredness.

The fat boy was in a trance, his eyelids felt very heavy, and he wanted to sleep.

There was a cacophony of voices in my ears.

There were vendors hawking, tricycle drivers soliciting customers, passers-by talking as they walked, and fat boys looking around, not knowing anyone around.

He stood in the middle of the road, looking at the strange surroundings as he closed his eyes with a sudden wave of tiredness.

Just then, he suddenly heard a different voice from the noise.

It was a kid laughing.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a five or six-year-old boy standing in front of a small stall buying oil fruits opposite the Tang family's mansion.

Next to her was his mother.

The woman gave the money to the vendor, turned back to her child and said, "Xiaomao, mom is going to work first, you just stay here and wait, don't run around anywhere, okay?" ”

After the child nodded yes, the woman touched his head and turned around and walked towards the Tang family's house.

When he passed by the fat boy, the fat boy saw that she was not very tall.

She was slightly chubby, and her face seemed tired.

Before entering the Tang Mansion, she looked back at her child again, and saw that he was still waiting in front of the vendor, tiptoeing, and her two eyes looked at the vendor who was sitting making oil fruits.

Avocado is a traditional street food.

Wheat flour is mixed with glutinous rice flour, kneaded into a small ball, wrapped in a layer of brown sugar, fried in an oil pan to triple the size, and sprinkled with a layer of sesame seeds after it comes out of the pan.

The color looks oily and attractive.

After taking a bite, I found that the inside was hollow, and the thin layer of skin wrapped in sesame seeds on the outside was very crispy, and the sweetness was just right.

The child, named Xiaomao, has been standing in front of the avocado stall.

He looked at the fruits that were tumbling in the pot and kept swallowing.

Finally, a pot of oil fruits went abroad, and the stall owner reminded Xiao Mao to go farther, and then scooped up the fruits one by one with a colander.

Five avocals, just one bunch.

Xiao Mao took it with a smile, and the stall owner said: "Eat slowly, just out of the pot, be careful of burning!" ”

The child crossed the street, but he did not enter Tang's house.

I saw him sitting on the threshold, about to take a bite, and sure enough, the thing was really hot, and he just took a bite, so he quickly stopped his mouth.

The tender skin of the mouth was really burned.

He didn't let go, he still blew on the fruit, and continued to bite into it tentatively.

This look makes people laugh.

The fat boy kept looking at the child, although the picture was very harmonious, but for some reason, he was always a little uneasy in his heart, as if something unpredictable was about to happen.

At this moment, he felt that the scorching sunlight just now seemed to disappear.

At the same time, he heard a dog barking.

From this voice, it can be heard that this is a big adult dog, and the barking voice is very powerful.

With the appearance of this voice, the fat boy felt more and more panicked, and he looked along the source of the sound, and saw a young man in his twenties, wearing a long robe, leading a big dog towards this side.

The big dog was a meter tall.

The head of the case has a straight chest and a terrible gaze.

When the man led the dog into Tang's house, he saw a child sitting on the ground eating sugar and oil fruits. When the child saw the big dog, he was a little frightened, and he shrank back, still holding the oil fruit tightly in his hand.

When the man saw the child, he immediately stopped.

He asked the people around him who this child was, and the man said, "This is Xiao Mao, the son of Chef Li." ”

"This Chef Li, why did you bring your son here?"

"Young master, recently an old mother came home, and there was a temporary shortage of manpower, Chef Li called his wife over to help, and no one took care of his son at home for the time being, so he brought him over."

The man sighed.

The young master nodded, and was about to enter the door, when suddenly he thought of something.

Bowing his head and looking at the oil fruit in the child's hand, the young master bowed down and said to the child: "That child, my dog wants to eat your oil fruit, give him something to eat!" ”

After hearing this, the child looked up, and he glanced at the young master and then at the big dog.

Xiao Mao shook his head.

Seeing that the child didn't print, the young master said with a smile: "If you don't give me food, I'll let you bite you!" ”

Xiao Mao's eyes widened and he asked, "Who is Huzi?" ”

"Huzi......" The young master narrowed his eyes: "Huzi, it's this big dog!" ”

As he spoke, he paused and touched the big dog's head.

The big dog sits on the ground with its tongue sticking out very long.

It stared at Xiao Mao fiercely, and a low whining sound came out of its throat, which was very scary to hear.

Xiao Mao leaned against the wall, he looked down at the uneaten oil fruit, his body trembling.

The dog was also staring at his fruit, and the corners of the young master's mouth rose slightly, seeing that the child was scared, and he was actually laughing.

"Child, it is your pleasure that my dog will eat of your fruit. Take your pick, or you'll be bitten by a dog, or you'll give the apocarpus to the tiger. ”

This intimidation, Xiao Mao's eyes were full of tears.

After holding on like this for a while, the big dog couldn't help it, and as soon as he jumped up, he pounced on the child......