Chapter 71 (2/2)
”Thank you, Xiao Li. I put my son here to sit. ” Aunt Wang, in her eighties, helped the weak middle-aged man to the seat closest to the door, sat down and wiped the sweat on her head.
She took out a cloth bag in her pocket. It was a handkerchief with a thick pile of money in it. About thousands of dollars.
”Xiao Li, if my son wants to eat anything, please cook it for him. There are still some things to deal with at home. I'll go back first and pick him up later. ” Aunt Wang put the money on the table.
The boss quickly stopped: ”if not, I'll just cook a bowl of noodles for him. I don't think he can eat anything. ”
He thought to himself that a middle-aged man without strength had already laid the bottom at home. How much can you eat?
Aunt Wang grinned and looked strange. Insisting on putting down the money, he walked home with a walking stick in fear. When she was almost at the door, Aunt Wang suddenly seemed to think of something and suddenly turned her head and told her, ”Xiao Li, you can make my son what he wants to eat.”
”Yes, I run a breakfast shop and eat a lot. You can't be hungry, son. ”
”That's good, that's good.” Aunt Wang was still worried: ”one more thing, Xiao Li, you must remember. Ask my son to do anything, but don't let him nod. ”
”Ah, why?” The boss asked subconsciously.
”He sprained his neck and couldn't nod, couldn't nod.” Aunt Wang took a deep look at her son and told him, ”absolutely, don't let him nod.”
Said, reluctantly left. When her thin, hobbling body disappeared into the dark. Only he and Aunt Wang's son were left in the quiet street.
The Yin wind blew in and made him play several cold swings. The boss quickly pulled down the rolling shutter door and looked at Aunt Wang's son.
”Brother, what's your name? It's the first time I've seen you for so many years. What are you going to eat? ” The boss rubbed his hands, looked at the money on the table and silently put it away. I thought if the boy didn't eat much, everyone in the neighborhood wouldn't charge money. Change ming to return the money intact.
”My name is Zhao Kun.” The middle-aged man with his face buried in his collar and hat said, ”boss, eat two cages of steamed stuffed buns first.”
”OK, two cages of steamed stuffed buns? My steamed stuffed bun is full of materials. You may not have finished eating it. ” The boss replied kindly. Even a strong man of 1.8 meters can eat two cages of small steamed stuffed buns.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Kun swallowed his saliva: ”big.”
”What?” His voice was like a mosquito flying, but the boss didn't hear it clearly.
Zhao Kun touched his hand and pointed to the big steamer wrapped on the table and ready to serve the pot after four o'clock. The boss was stunned: ”brother, are you kidding me?”
The diameter of the steamer is one meter and two. It is only when adults embrace it that they can only hold it up. One steamer can steam about 50 big meat buns. Count down, two steamers, more than 30 kilograms of steamed stuffed buns, not to mention such a thin man, even five men who often do manual work can't eat for an hour.
”My mother gave me money. I'll eat two cages of big steamed stuffed buns.” Zhao Kun said slowly, ”boss, I'm hungry. Your steamed stuffed bun can't steam well for a while. Cook me a big pot of noodles first. ”