There weren't many candidates for the fairy chef in City A, and now, there is one less.

Human life is really fragile and dissipates softly, taking away all unfulfilled wishes and regrets.

Chu Xiangjun stood in a daze on the street at the door of the unit where Awang had an accident, Awang left, left this world, and left with him, as well as the delicious and incomparably fried buns.

There are some regrets in this world, and they will not become no regrets because of your preciousness.

The building where Ngawang lives does not have an elevator, and like Chu Xiangjun's home, the building can only climb the stairs.

The vicissitudes of the staircase, after the baptism of years and time, people walk back and forth, the cement on the surface is rubbed away, and the surface is also a little uneven.

On the eighth floor, the door to Ngawang's room was opened.

Through the door of the room, Chu Xiangjun could see Ah Cheng standing inside in a daze.

Chu Xiangjun entered the door, and in front of him was a room of less than twenty square meters, in addition to a bed and a table, plus a large refrigerator with double doors and a small utility cabinet, the rest was a pile of books.

When I first entered the house, I felt that the owner of the house was a second-hand book seller, but it was just ...... Chu Xiangjun took a copy from the pile of books that were piled up on the ground and knee-high.

"The History of Raw Fried Buns", Chu Xiangjun held the book and felt sour.

Ngawang's books in this room are all about raw fried buns, in addition to history, as well as production methods, etc., each book is often read by the owner, so the tentacle paper has become very soft.

Chu Xiangjun opened the book, and there were a dazzling array of notes inside, which could be seen how attentively the master read these books.

Chu Xiangjun flipped through a few more books, each one was the same, flipping through it, Chu Xiangjun's eyes moistened unconsciously.

Ngawang really loves fried buns, and he has exhausted all his life's energy to put all his heart on fried buns.

No wonder, his fried buns are so delicious.

Even though his stall is in the innermost part of the alley, the location is the worst, but there is still an endless stream of buyers, because it is a raw fried bun made with heart.

Every step, every seasoning, all of them are carefully studied, tempered and tested, and slowly come up with ingenuity.

Chu Xiangjun was in the pile of books, as if he could see through the scene in front of him, that countless nights, the sloppy young man biting the pen, sitting on the pile of books, reading books with a focused expression, taking notes, just trying to make more delicious fried buns.

It's just that......

The fragments of the illusion are broken, and there is no Awang in this world, and there is no super delicious fried buns.

"Ngawang had a high fever when he was younger, and since then, his IQ is a few years lower than his peers......" Ah Cheng muttered.

"He has no parents like me, he grew up in an orphanage, we were helpless because of all kinds of defects, we were not adopted by anyone, we were lonely and desperate, we grew up slowly, because we were afraid of this strange world, we didn't communicate with people, so we were called nerds and fools...... Later, the director wanted to train us to have a skill to make a living, and that was the first time Ngawang went to the kitchen and saw the chef making fried buns for the first time. Ah Cheng's eyes flickered, and his voice was a little choked, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was a heartfelt smile recalling the happiness of the past, so gentle.

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