The Back To Heaven

The road is uneven

"Let's go in and see," said Lin Hao, already walking into the shop.

Yu Mingji looked at the little girl and Zhou Wan, seeing that they were also looking at him with questions, he nodded, and the three followed Lin Hao and entered the shop.

This small shop is not very big. There are several sets of tables and chairs that look very old. There were two dining tables. There is no AC installed in the store. Two fans face them. Wind blows.

Fortunately, the temperature has dropped now, and some people enter without feeling very hot.

Near the door leading to the back kitchen, there was a not-so-big counter, behind the counter sat an old man who looked over sixty years old, wearing a large white vest, holding a cattail fan and shaking the wind.

"Boss, come here with four bowls of mutton steamed bread and four meat-style steamed buns," Lin Hao told the old man before walking to the counter, "three bowls of steamed bread are not spicy, and one bowl is more spicy."

"Good." The old man immediately got up, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "Some of you can find a seat, and you'll be OK soon!" He said, shaking the fan, opening the curtains, and heading for the kitchen quickly.

Lin Hao sat at the largest table by the door, Yu Mingji also brought the little girl to sit down with Zhou Wan, and then curiously asked, "This old man, this old man, is also, is this the boss you've seen before?"

Lin Hao nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, that's it. Even though he has grown older over the years, I still recognize him."

The little girl looked around, looking at everything in the store carefully, and after watching for a long time, she said, "But, why are there so few people here? Dad, you said the food here is delicious, how could there be so few people here? So few customers?"

At the next table, a customer who was eating a large bowl of noodles raised his head, glanced at them, and narrowed his eyes, "You're from a different place? I didn't think anyone would come here to eat. Old Man Yang. Pao-mo! You really know his stuff, the pao-mo he made it feel like a must."

Lin Hao saw that the man was roughly the same age as the boss, and he was over half a hundred years old. After listening to him talk like this, he was expected to be familiar with the boss, and he asked, "Why did you say that? Does it not feel as good as it used to be? Really true?"

“The taste has not changed, but the people in this alley have changed.” The customer put down his chopsticks, his face looked a little sad, and shook his head.

"Don't talk about these fictitious things, just say them if you want to say them, don't talk nonsense if you don't want to say them, Yang's parents at this point, you know, it wasn't that Sun Dapao and the tortoise granddaughter were forcing him!" The guest at the other table raised his voice and interrupted.

Lin Hao looked up and saw that he was a man in his forties with a round face and a fat body and a bald head. He was eating noodles, but his noodles were up and he was holding a bowl of soup. He was fat and could not stand the heat. The shop was already sweating, and after drinking a hot red soup with a layer of chili oil, a large drop of sweat dripped onto his bald forehead, and he pulled out a few napkins and wiped them. Khan said with some irritation.

This sounds like a reason. Lin Hao was about to ask, but saw the old man shake his head in a hurry and say, "Shut up! The wall has ears!"

“If I am afraid of these grandchildren, I will not come to Old Man Yang to eat noodles!” The fat man still had an angry expression. He had finished the soup, stood up, took out twenty yuan from his pocket, fat shorts, and placed it on the table, he walked towards the door.

Lin Hao said to him as he passed by, "This friend, is it convenient to talk about what happened in this shop?"

The fat man stood still, while standing in the doorway to blow air while trying to open his mouth, but the old man desperately squeezed his eyes towards him.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that." With a somewhat awkward expression on his face, the old man pointed his fingers left and right, and said again: "I'm afraid they might hear him."

The fat man seemed to be a little jealous, and he did not care about the sweat all over his head. He walked back to the small shop and said to Lin Hao: "Have you ever come to eat Han Yang steamed buns before?"

"I came here once a few years ago." Lin Hao nodded.

"In this alley back then, it was different from now."

"really different."

A wry smile surfaced on the fat man's face, saying: "This gang thrived three years ago and became a commercial street. The old neighborhood around him was basically selling all of their shops and moving elsewhere. Yang's parents are lonely people. People left these storefronts and two rooms upstairs, and relied on this skill set for a meal. After selling these storefronts, the money earned was not enough for him to open a shop elsewhere, so he refused to sell them."

Yu Mingji was a little confused: "Since this place has been developed, the price of this small shop should not be low, how could it not be enough to open a shop elsewhere?"

The old man who was still eating the noodles said: "It's only been developed at the beginning, and the buyer doesn't give away much money. Although it exceeded the original price of these houses, it was far from enough to buy back the store. "

An angry expression immediately appeared on the fat man's face, and he reached out and pointed, and said, "When you came, did you see the shops on both sides? It was all from Sun Dapao. He bought this half way at once, he wanted to make an antique road. Old Man Yang refused to sell this store. He ruined his good deeds. He'll make trouble here every time. After a long time, who would dare eat here ?"

Yu Mingji could not help but frown, and said, "Couldn't anyone care?"

The fat man said: "You must organize, you must have proof! The people of Sun Dapao are very cunning!"

The old man nodded and said angrily: "Seven or eight people always come together and order food. When they come, they choose and choose. They say they are not fresh, they have insects, and they say they have diarrhea after eating. Waitaminute! I've been eating steamed buns here for 30 years with Old Man Yang, no problem!"

The fat man added: "They are noisy and noisy. They make noise every few days. They have to choose when there are the most tourists. They used to live in the old neighborhood. They know everything and don't care about it. But in recent years, all neighborhoods have moved on. The main source of customers who come to eat is tourists. They're making trouble, who dares to come?"

"Old man Yang is a small business, and he doesn't save a lot of money. He could not afford to decorate this shop. After a long time, some people thought it was unhygienic when they saw it in rags. Even if he's very troubled, there are no customers."

The old man and the fat man each said a few words, Lin Hao could understand the ins and outs.

Just as the two of them were about to say a few more words, they could only hear Old Man Yang's voice from the back kitchen: "Let's make some bread!"

Then, there was the clattering of footsteps.