The stall owner on the side, who hadn't had time to turn around, was about to pop out when he saw it, for fear that the steamed buns would be burned, but he would be responsible. Just as he was about to make a reminder, the steamed bun had already gobbled up the bamboo skewers, licked his mouth, and finally stuck out his tongue spicy.

"Let you be greedy, eat my share!" Jiu Yong slapped the steamed bun on the head, scolded a few words, and continued to the next stall, leaving the stunned stall owner behind.

The steamed bun swallowed the steamer bun in front of him, leaving only one for Jiuyong, and went to the next stall without looking back.

Eating the leftovers of the steamed buns, and having to pay for it, Jiuyong regretted bringing the steamed buns out a little...

"Steamed bear's paws, steamed deer tails, roasted goose, steamed whitebait, do you want to have a try?" The young man saw Jiuyong and Mantou approaching, and shouted vigorously.

The steamed buns are not rejected by those who come, and they do not wait for Jiuyong to say, all the young men have a stall, they all come to the same, and they don't wait for Jiuyong to eat it, and run directly to the next stall.

Call...

Self-inflicted!

Jiu Yong took a deep breath, exhaled, smiled helplessly at the young man, and handed the low-level spirit stone in his hand to the other party.

The steamed buns passed along the stall along the way, it was like a tornado, and every place it passed, it was bound to have a copy of everything, leaving Jiuyong to follow behind and pay for it.

The news that a disciple of Yingtian Academy made a generous move and brought his mount to the food street to try it soon spread all over the food street.

So much so that the shops and stalls of the whole street began to shout hard, hoping to get the patronage of Jiuyong and Mantou, if it weren't for the fear of annoying the other party, these people would have blocked them with their own things.

An old man who is nearly eighty years old with his grandson runs his own roast duck, rubbing his hands a little stiffly and looking at Jiuyong and steamed buns, he is afraid that he will not serve them well and cause trouble.

"Don't be afraid, old man, when I left home, my grandfather was about your age, so I thought you were very kind, but unfortunately I haven't been home for a long time, and I don't know how his old man is now..."

Seeing things and thinking about people, seeing that the old man came out to set up a stall to earn money to support his family at a very old age, Jiu Yong only felt that his eyes were a little moist.

"Life is only a hundred years in the world, you have to go back earlier to accompany his old man, don't wait until your son wants to raise and don't wait, leave regrets. ”

Regrets?

He has been in this world for decades, and in terms of the lifespan of earthlings, if nothing else, his family is afraid that they are no longer there...

"Old man, can I call you a master..."Jiu Yong's eyes were red, and his voice was a little choked.

"Hey, after calling this master, we can be considered acquaintances. "The eyes are the windows of the soul, you can't fake it, looking at Jiuyong's appearance, the old man also remembered his family, and readily agreed.

With such an extra grandson, the old man happily reached out and wiped his clothes on his clothes, and hurriedly wrapped two roasted ducks for Jiuyong and steamed buns.

Jiu Yong didn't reach out to pick it up, but covered his mouth and squatted on the ground to prevent himself from crying.

"Second baby, a man can't cry!" Grandpa's words sounded clearly in his ears, as if grandpa was still by his side.

When he was a child, he was afraid of pain, and he would lie on the ground and cry for a long time, and his grandfather once told him that men don't flick when they have tears, and they want to be a man who stands up to the sky!

But he was really homesick...

His shoulders kept shaking, hugging his knees hard, and shrinking into a ball, but in the end, Jiuyong couldn't hold it back, and cried...

"Cry, it's better to cry. The old man stood there embarrassed, looking at his greasy hands, not knowing what to do, so he could only comfort him.

At the critical time, the steamed bun will come, and he put the roasted duck in front of Jiuyong, arched Jiuyong's body with his head, and signaled that he would not eat it this time, and leave it to him.

After a long while, Jiu Yong stopped crying, stood up in embarrassment, and wiped the tears from his face.

"Since you call me master, how can I still collect your money again? Quickly put it away!" Jiu Yong took out a low-grade spirit stone from the storage ring, but was blocked back by the old man.

The other party said so, no matter how polite it was, it would be a bit hypocritical, Jiuyong didn't say anything more, and after putting away the spirit stone, he said hello to the old man and left with the steamed bun.

After waving goodbye, the old man continued to be busy, and the vendors in the neighborhood stalls all came forward to congratulate him, having such a good blessing and accepting the disciples of Yingtian Academy as his grandson.

"Can't count, can't count!"

The old man waved his hand to send everyone away, he knew better than anyone else that although Jiu Yong called him master sincerely, but this was just a move that the other party felt in his heart, and he promised that the other party was just to comfort the other party, and he couldn't count.

Besides, there is a difference between immortals, he is just a mortal who does not dare to climb high.

"Grandpa, the eldest brother just left a money bag..."At this time, the little guy on the side took the money bag and handed it to his grandfather.

The old man opened it and found that there were dozens of low-grade spirit stones inside, where did this make it, he wanted to catch up and return it to the other party, but when he looked up, he found that the person had already disappeared into the vast sea of people...

"Good guy!"

Perhaps there is a providence in the dark, and unconsciously Jiuyong and Mantou walked to the door of the Longmen Inn, looking at the brand-new plaque, Jiuyong raised his feet and stepped in.

"Childe, are you going to be a tip or a hotel?"

Seeing someone coming, Xiao Er, who was still doing nothing at the counter, became energetic, and quickly put the rag on his shoulder and prepared to come out to wipe the table.

"Uh..."

"Junior Xu Youen, meet the seniors. After looking up and seeing the person clearly, Xu Youen's face changed slightly, and he knelt down towards Jiu Yong, but was dodged sideways by Jiu Yong.

"You know me?"

This surprised Jiu Yong, he hadn't been here for more than sixty years, and no one should recognize him except for the original little guy.

"My father has always kept your portrait, and I have always provided your immortal tablet at home, and you will pray to your father every day, so how can you not recognize your predecessors. ”

"Who is your father?" said it, but he still couldn't get to the point for a long time, and until now Jiuyong still doesn't know who the other party's father is.

"My father, Xu Hongyu, often talks about your grace back then. ”

At this time, saying that Cao Cao Cao arrived, Xu Hongyu hurriedly ran out of the backyard, ran away and didn't bother to pick up a shoe.

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