With Sang Wanzhou's consent.

Xiao Fubao then filled two meat buns and a cup of soy milk in a transparent bag and ran towards the old man.

Standing in front of him, he handed over the buns and soy milk in his hand.

"Grandpa, here you go!" Xiao Fubao smiled on his face and held the meat bun and soy milk in his hand high.

The old man looked down at her sluggishly, and suddenly snatched the buns and soy milk from her hands, and devoured them in a big gulp.

I have to say that this food appearance is unappetizing.

It's obvious that I've been hungry for days.

Faced with such a situation, ordinary children may have been scared away.

Xiao Fubao was not only not afraid, but also asked him if he had enough to eat, and if he didn't have enough to eat, he could get him a few more.

But the old man only cared about eating steamed buns and ignored her completely.

When he finished eating, he left without saying a word with the rest of the garbage in his hand.

Xiao Fubao tilted his head and looked puzzled.

The proprietress didn't know whether she was talking to herself or telling her, "This old man suddenly appeared in this neighborhood a few days ago and started wandering, and he didn't care when others talked to him, and he often sat alone in a daze, so he should have Alzheimer's disease."

Seeing that the old man disappeared around the corner, did Xiao Fubao chase after him and returned to the store.

[What did our little baby do when he went out with buns and soy milk just now? Why is it that the things in my hand are gone after a trip? 】

[Didn't she just say that she was going to send a bun to someone? Who looks hungry? I didn't follow the shooting, so I'm really not used to it. 】

[It should be a homeless man, our little baby is really beautiful and kind, he has a task to complete a week, and he also gives some food to the homeless to eat. 】

Sang Wanzhou put the money in his pocket and put it away, raised his eyelids and glanced at her: "Coming back?"

"Hmm!" Xiao Fubao climbed into a chair and sat down, "Brother, Fubao heard from other aunts that the grandfather just now seems to be sick, called old age or something."

"Alzheimer's."

"Yes! I think that's the disease!" Xiao Fubao pursed his lips, "That old man is so pitiful, I don't know if I can see him again tomorrow."

Sang Wanzhou did not reply to her words.

The two kept selling the buns until noon, and finally they were almost sold, leaving only one or two buns that were not sold out.

But that's pretty much it.

There are still enough fillings left to make buns yesterday, at least enough for two days, but the business will definitely get worse and worse if you keep selling these kinds of things.

So today he plans to buy something else according to the ingredient list and come back to make it.

He didn't have much to do now anyway.

After cooking a few times, he realized that cooking was actually quite fun.

Sang Wanzhou packed up the few remaining buns, and was about to say that he would save them for the evening, and if the little guy was hungry, he would steam them for her.

He Xiao Fubao was the first to speak, "Brother, let's take this out. If we meet that grandfather again, let's give him this bun to eat!"

Sang Wanzhou thought about it, then handed her the bag and let her follow.

He went upstairs and pulled down a photographer who was lazy during work hours.

The photographer who silently sorted out his clothes: "......" hiss, call me when you call me, why are you pulling and pulling, how bad is the image when you are seen?

And most importantly!

It's still live now, alas!

How bad it is to be seen by the audience!