When Ning Xiang went out today, she wore a set of sportswear, light gray, and carried a backpack.

There is also a small Xiaoice box in the car, which can store her makeshift milk.

After an hour and a half, he arrived at the place agreed by Zhang Xue, and the driver parked the car slightly outside to make it easy to turn around.

After getting out of the car, Ning Xiang was a little dumbfounded.

Although it is not biased here, I didn't expect that there is a district in a huge modern city that is so dilapidated.

The outer skin of the building has fallen off, and garbage can be seen everywhere on the street, and the garbage cans are crooked.

The wind blew up, raising sand and dust, and the wreckage of the half-demolished house was not removed.

Halfway up to a high-rise building, work stopped forever.

Some of the store signs that can be seen everywhere on the street have been dusted, some are broken, and some have fallen to the ground.

Decay and decay are like some kind of virus in some kind of ward, which ceases all activity and annihilates all vitality.

In such a desolate area, Ning Xiang still found the place Zhang Xue said, which was a small storefront with Sister Zhang Malatang.

When Ning Xiang pushed the door, a layer of dust seemed to move.

There was a woman who was already busy in the store, and the dim light could not outline the outline of the furniture, and there was a hazy sense of the end of the world, as if this was the last lunch.

The roaring sound of boiling water stopped, and a bowl of spicy tang was served.

The woman smiled when she saw the comer, "Xiao Ning, you're here." ”

It's like an acquaintance reunited after a long absence.

Ning Xiang couldn't help but stand up, and the driver Li Xiaowei sat at the table closest to the door.

"Busy?" Ning Xiang didn't know how to greet her, and it didn't look like the store was in a state of business.

"Not busy, have you eaten? I'll make you two bowls of Malatang? ”

"I've eaten it. Little viagra, can you have a bowl to try? ”

I haven't eaten this thing for a long time, Li Xiaowei is also a little greedy, and the expectant expression on the woman's face makes it difficult to refuse.

"Thank you, big sister! 13 a bowl? 15 a bowl? ”

"It's okay, this bowl is my treat."

"How's that going to work? Next time you please. ”

After arguing for a long time, Li Xiaowei still used WeChat to transfer 15 yuan.

In less than ten minutes, another bowl of spicy tang was brought out and placed in front of Xiaowei.

The eldest sister also took a bottle of mineral water for Ning Xiang, "Child, I know that you are breastfeeding now, so give you a bottle of water." ”

Ning Xiang nodded, "Aunt Zhang, thank you." ”

"I know you have a lot to ask." Zhang Xue didn't move the chopsticks, but put the bowl of spicy tang on the seasoning table, and after putting the seasoning, she didn't bring it over.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Ning Xiang was a little curious, is there anyone still coming?

"I don't eat, I've been running a Malatang restaurant for many years, and my shop is actually very popular, once setting a record of 20,000 bowls a day, selling an average of 15 bowls of Malatang every minute. When there were a lot of people, I also hired six or seven waiters. When Zhang Xue spoke, there was neither nostalgia nor sorrow, "But three years ago, that sudden catastrophe brought everything to an abrupt end." Since then, the situation has deteriorated, and later, the Malatang restaurant still closed down. ”

"Is the economy in this area so sluggish?" Ning Xiang was a little skeptical, because the area where she lived was only a few dozen kilometers away, but it was still a thriving scene.

The catastrophe that Zhang Xue said, Ning Xiang was not unaware, but he didn't know that the promise was so huge.

There is a lot less guilt in my heart.

Before pushing open the door of the store, Ning Xiang was even wondering if it was because she was a voice actor that she delayed the rescue of Zhang Xue's child.