There were no customers in the store, and the time was very late, so the cold old man got up slowly.

"I'll go first, remember to close the doors and windows later."

The cold old man said.

"Boss Leng, wait!" Gao Dian stopped the cold old man who was leaving.

"What's the matter?" The cold old man asked.

Gao Dian didn't know how to speak for a while, but he was silent for a while before he slowly spoke: "Boss Leng, are you waiting for someone to come back?" ”

Old Man Leng looked at Gao Dian with a look of surprise and confusion on his face, "How did you know?" ”

"Someone told me." Gao Dian said.

When the cold old man heard this, he was silent and did not speak.

"Boss Leng, you have waited for so many years, you don't have to wait any longer, maybe the person you are waiting for has passed away." Gao Dian said.

The old man Leng said: "I have to continue to wait, he trusts me, and I have to wait for him to come back." ”

"But what if he's gone? Nothing will come of it if we continue to wait. Gao Dian said.

Old Man Leng smiled and said, "He may have passed away, but he didn't tell me in person, so I don't have to wait any longer, then I will continue to wait." ”

"And how long are you going to wait?" Gao Dian asked.

"Until the day my life ends." The cold old man said.

Gao Dian opened his mouth, and many words choked up in his throat, unable to spit out.

"I'll go first, it's not too early, you remember to close the doors and windows." Old man Leng told him again, and Gao Dian only responded.

With trembling steps, he walked out slowly, slowly disappearing into the night.

Gao Dian closed the door, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, which was blocked in his heart, making him feel uncomfortable.

The business in the store is still so good, but the cold old man is coming later and later, leaving later and later, many times he sits on a stool and falls asleep, and he sleeps for half a day.

Gao Dian didn't try to persuade Old Man Leng again, maybe this matter was not just as simple as waiting for someone to come back in his heart.

He believed that Old Man Leng must have his reasons for choosing this way, he was just a bystander, and there was no need to persuade so much all the time.

During this time, the noodle restaurant became a well-known noodle restaurant in the neighborhood, and the business was full every day, and it basically maintained this state.

Different from ordinary Internet celebrity stores, because of the excellent taste, a large number of customers have been retained.

On this day, Gao Dian opened the door very early, but he never saw the cold old man coming.

At first, Gao Dian didn't care, because Old Man Leng often came late during this time.

But by noon, Old Man Leng hadn't come yet, which made Gao Dian a little worried, why hadn't he come so late?

He didn't have the contact information of the cold old man, and he didn't know where he lived, although Gao Dian was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

He comforted himself in his heart, maybe there was just something to do today, wait, wait.

In this way, in the evening, a man suddenly broke into the noodle shop, looking hurried and with a hint of vague sadness.

He found Takanori, who was making noodles, and asked, "Are you Takanori?" ”

Gao Dian was about to say to the man, the kitchen is heavy, please go outside and wait. I didn't expect this person to know his name.

Gao Dian nodded in response: "I'm Gao Dian, are you?" ”

"I'm Leng Sheng's son." The man said.

"Boss Leng's son? What are you here for? Gao Dian asked.

When Deng Liangwei came before, he said that Boss Leng had a grandson.

"That's right, my father asked me to give you this letter." Boss Leng's son said.

Gao Dian was even more confused, "Why did Boss Leng write to me?" ”

His son shook his head and said, "I don't know, it's just that my father told me to give you this letter." ”

Gao Dian took the letter, and without reading it for the first time, suddenly he thought of something.

Gao Dian asked: "Boss Leng didn't come for a day today, did he go to do something?" ”

"My father was hospitalized."

Gao Dian was shocked, Boss Leng was fine yesterday, why was he suddenly hospitalized today?

"What's wrong with Boss Leng? What disease do you have, is it serious? Gao Dian asked.

Boss Leng's son said: "My father said that everything is in the letter, and he also said that you should not go to see him. ”

Gao Dian was silent, and after a while, he responded: "Okay, I see. ”

Leng Sheng's son said, "I'll go first." ”

"Can you tell me, which hospital Boss Leng is in? He didn't want me to see him, but I thought I should have it. Gao Dian said.

Leng Sheng's son was silent for a while, said a name, and left.

Knowing that Boss Leng was hospitalized, Gao Dian was in a bad mood.

He tried not to let his emotions affect him, and there were still many guests waiting outside.

After thinking about it for a while, he wrote a piece of paper and pasted it on the outside.

[There is something today, closed in advance, and our store will no longer welcome customers today, please understand!] ］

Immediately, Gao Dian returned to the back kitchen and made the knife-cut noodles of the guests who came to the store.

After the customers left the store, he closed the door and prepared to clean up and go to see Boss Leng.

But before going, Gao Dian sat down and took out the letter.

Boss Leng said that everything is in the letter.

Gao Dian was very curious about what Boss Leng wrote in the letter.

He tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside, the handwriting was beautiful, and Gao Dian read it from the beginning.

[Kodaka:

By the time you read this letter, I must have been in the hospital, or lying in a coffin.

At the time of my meeting with you, I had already been diagnosed with terminal cancer. During this time, he has been maintained by taking painkillers.

You must have a lot of doubts, and you have asked me some questions, and I have written all the answers in this letter.

The first time I saw you, it was when you came to the noodle restaurant to eat, and at that time, my physical strength could not keep up, and I lost a lot of taste. The knife-cut noodles are hard to eat, and I've always known that.

In fact, the knife-cut noodles I make have never been delicious.

I don't plan to do any more business, and the store is just a little thought in the last days of my life.

I've spent most of my life in this noodle shop, and from my youth until now, only one shop is open, and I feel like I'm alive.

It's a bit old, and I'll have to reminisce for a while

When I was young, I came to City B alone, I had never seen the world, and I was cheated out of money. Penniless, I live on the streets.

I remember, it was cold that night, and I curled up in the street, cold and hungry. At that time, I thought, I will probably die in this cold wind.

It was Mr. Shen who found me, took me back to the noodle shop, and cooked me a bowl of knife-cut noodles.

Mr. Shen was the owner of this noodle restaurant, and Mr. Shen was high-spirited and famous at that time.

I still can't forget the taste of that bowl of noodles.

I didn't learn from Mr. Shen because Mr. Shen said that my talent was too poor and I wouldn't achieve much in making pastry, so he asked me to do something else. Later, it turned out that what Mr. Shen said was very right.

I have nowhere to go for the time being, I work in a noodle restaurant, Mr. Shen treats me very well, and my monthly salary is more than others.

I thought that when I had saved up enough, I would go and do something that I was good at. But before I could save enough money, Mr. Shen suddenly had something to leave.

Before leaving, Mr. Shen handed over the shop to me to look at, and I promised that he would help him guard the store and wait for him to return.

For the next three years, there was no news of Mr. Shen.

The store is still open, I think Mr. Shen is not there, but the store can't be closed, so I have been helping him open it. I am not very talented, but I also learned two hands from Mr. Shen, and the knife-cut noodles are still presentable, but they are far less delicious than those made by Mr. Shen.

The business in the store is getting worse and worse, because the taste has changed, the owner has changed, and many people have not come back.

Luckily, I managed to keep a bunch of customers and barely managed to keep the store afloat.

Suddenly, I received an email with the ownership of the shop and a cookbook.

When I heard from Mr. Shen again, I learned the news of Mr. Shen's passing.

For this, I was sad for a long time.

After the grief passed, I stayed in the store and didn't plan to leave.

I think that since Mr. Shen asked me to guard the store, then I will guard it for him, and since he will not come back, then I will guard until the moment when my life ends.

There were many times when I couldn't hold on, but I managed to persevere.

I've been guarding this store for more than 30 years.

I have never been able to learn the recipes left by Mr. Shen, although the knife-cut noodles made are okay, but they have never reached the level of Mr. Shen.

I thought I would bring this recipe into the soil until I met you.

After learning from Ren Kun that you were deceived, I suddenly felt compassion. I was also deceived at the beginning, and then I was taken in by Mr. Shen.

So, I gave you a job. I don't have much left in my life, and it's good to be able to help someone in these last moments.

I'm amazed that you kid would make that kind of request, and I think you're confident in your craft.

But I can't let you make anything else, because this shop is originally making knife-cut noodles, and Mr. Shen was only making knife-cut noodles back then, so I can't let this shop have other noodles. Think of it as the last stubbornness of an old man like me.

You really don't know how to cut noodles, you can't even cut them, looking at your immature movements, it reminds me of me back then.

I was amazed at the speed of your progress, you didn't know anything, but in a very short period of time, you made the knife cut dough in a good way.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind, maybe you were sent by God to let you inherit Mr. Shen's recipe.

I have limited talent and can't learn this recipe, maybe you can carry forward this recipe left by Mr. Shen.

From the moment this thought appeared, until Deng Liangwei came, I completely made up my mind and handed over the recipe to you.

You asked me before, what if I lose? Do I really want to sell this store?

Of course not, this store has already been donated by me, so naturally it will not be sold to others. If we really lose, I'll play tricks, and anyway, I'm an old man who is dying, and I don't care about anything. Thankfully, you didn't disappoint me.

Mr. Shen left this shop, I can't keep it private, I have lived on this shop for so many years, I can't be selfish anymore. Let it help more people, just like Mr. Shen did when he helped me.

You are very talented, and you learned the recipes left by Mr. Shen very quickly, and in a short period of time, you have reached the height of my life.

Looking at the hot business in the store, I seemed to see when Mr. Shen was still there. In my lifetime, I can still see this noodle restaurant doing so well, and I feel relieved.

You can keep the money you earn these days, I'm an old man who is dying, and it's useless to take the money. You're still young, and it's time when you need money, so you don't have to divide it evenly, you can keep it all.

I give you Mr. Shen's recipe, hoping that this recipe can be passed on to the world and carried forward. So I hope that if you open a store in the future, you will not be required to only make knife-cut noodles, but you must have Mr. Shen's knife-cut noodles.

At this point, I have said everything that needs to be said.

If you read this letter and feel a little sad, then you don't have to.

Sickness and death are the norm in life, and everyone will experience it, and it cannot be avoided and there is no need to avoid it.

I've lived for such a long time, I've experienced everything I should have experienced, and I've experienced some things that shouldn't have happened, and looking back on my life, I don't have too many regrets.

The torture of illness was beyond my expectations, and painkillers could not be avoided if they were eaten as meals.

In this way, death is also a relief for me. I'm ready to face death in stride, so you don't have to be sad.

By the way, I've already donated the store, and someone will come to receive it when I die. You should leave as soon as possible.

As I write this letter, I don't know how much longer I can hold out. It would be nice if I could taste Mr. Shen's knife-cut noodles again before I could hold on.

wish

A smooth life

Cold raw. ］

After reading the letter, Gao Dian silently folded the letter and put it back into the envelope.

He sat on a stool and did not move for a long time.

As Boss Leng said, all the answers are in this letter.

Gao Dian also learned why Boss Leng would guard this store for thirty years.

It turned out that the knife-cut noodles he ate were unpalatable because Boss Leng was already suffering from illness at that time.

Maybe the reputation of this store is due to Deng Liangwei's troublemaking behind his back, but there is also the reason why Boss Leng can't hold on to it and makes it unpalatable.

He understood why Boss Leng suddenly let him come to work part-time, giving a hundred a day, and letting himself stand wherever he was.

I understand why Boss Leng is only willing to sell knife-cut noodles, and no other noodles will be added.

I understood why Boss Leng handed over the recipe to him and let him try it with Kang Nanzhi.

I understand why Boss Leng sits for a day, and waits for thirty years.

Gao Dian understood a lot of doubts that he couldn't figure out before, but after figuring them out, it didn't make Gao Dian feel relaxed, but made his mood inexplicably heavy.

Boss Leng was ready to face death calmly, but he was not ready for Boss Leng to leave suddenly.

It was all a little sudden, before Gao Dian had made any preparations.

But when Gao Dian recalled it, he found that in fact, everything had already been symptomatic, but he never cared.