I really don't want to be a teacher

"...I don't have it."

Gu Xiaoying stood up and stepped aside,

The topic was changed, and the atmosphere on the other end of the phone was much better.

……

On the other end of the phone, Gu Hanguo and Gu's mother returned to the room one after another after cleaning up the dishes, and Gu Xiaoying also returned to the bedroom.

On the other end of the phone, Lian Ge moved his feet, walked along the street, passed by shops and pedestrians,

Talked for a while, ended the call,

The voice on the other end of the phone faded away, but the noise beside her was still noisy.

……

"...Apple, the price of apples has been reduced...boy, would you like some fruit?"

"...We brothers, we have to get together today..."

"Mom, I'll be home soon... You're at the gate of the community, didn't you say you don't need to come down to pick me up? I didn't mention anything..."

"...watermelon, watermelon..."

Listening to the mixed voices and cries beside me, looking at the pedestrians on the street,

Pausing his eyes slightly, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, moved away again, and walked towards the high-speed rail station.

……

Sideways, pedestrians, vehicles, shops, passing by constantly, while walking, Lian Ge watched, listened,

On the shoulder, the little white mouse gnawed on the grapefruit, raised its head from time to time, and looked around.

The night is getting darker, the pedestrians on the road are getting less and less, and in the distance, in the tall buildings, the lights of every house are still on,

Stopping again, it is a restaurant on the side of the road.

……

On the door of the restaurant, there is a signboard, the words on the signboard have faded,

The door was open, and through the restaurant door, in the restaurant, several incandescent lamps were on,

Under the lamp, there are several tables of customers scattered, talking and eating,

The waiter is busy, serving the dishes, answering,

The aroma of food spills out through the restaurant door,

On Lian Ge's shoulder, the little white mouse stood with its forelimbs, staring straight at the place with greedy eyes.

"Squeak, squeak..."

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the little white mouse, then at the restaurant, smiled slightly,

Moved away, walked towards the restaurant,

"...Young man, do you want to eat?"

Stepping into the door of the restaurant, the waiter on the side greeted him and greeted,

"...Sit here, young man, what do you want to eat?"

The waiter led the way, walked to a table by the window in the restaurant, wiped the oily table, turned around and asked,

"Let's have two signature dishes."

Sitting down, looking out of the window through the restaurant window, Lian Ge responded.

"...Then I'll give you a piece of lychee meat, and another piece of fried pork, do you like it?"

Hearing this, Lian Ge nodded.

"Okay, then wait a moment, and I will serve you right away."

While talking, the waiter carried the kettle next to him, poured a cup of tea, then turned around and walked away quickly.

"...Sit here, both of you, let's see what to eat, both of you,"

Outside the restaurant, two people walked in,

The waiter hurried up to meet him, greeted and led the way, and walked towards the dining table next to Lian Ge.

"Give me this roasted duck, do you have any seafood...let's have another serving."

"Steamed bun……"

Chapter 392 Buying Steamed Buns

"...Dad, why are you eating steamed buns? There are so many dishes in this store."

Some complaining voices sounded from the side dining table, and fell again,

The table next to it is a little quiet,

Looking out of the window again, Lian Ge turned his gaze and glanced at the table next to him. The two people who had just entered the restaurant,

The one holding the menu was a middle-aged man with a bit of complaint on his face.

Sitting beside him was an old man,

The old man's slack skin looked a little dark, his hair was already gray, and his hands full of calluses were placed on the dining table, as if he was a little at a loss.

The muddy eyes were a little dazed, absent-minded, just staring at his son in a daze, with his mouth open,

"Steamed bun……"

Whispering, the old man repeated again,

"Dad, can we not eat steamed buns? There are so many dishes in this restaurant. You can choose two dishes that you like?"

The middle-aged man looked at his father, bent down, and put the menu on the dining table in front of his father.

"I'll read the names of these dishes to you. If you see what you want to eat, just nod your head, okay...Lychee meat, this one is sweet and sour...and this roasted tofu, Dad, you are older Well, I have bad teeth, so it’s not bad to eat this...and chicken soup..."

The middle-aged man bent down, holding the menu, one dish after another, talking,

The old man looked at his son, then at the menu, and slowly lowered his head,

"...No, I have to eat steamed buns... I can only eat steamed buns."

"Dad... your teeth are not good. The doctor said that your stomach is not very good. Let's eat something. Can you just listen to me?"

The middle-aged man held the menu, shouted, and said,

The old man didn't answer any more, but just buried his head down, even lower.

"...Is there any soup suitable for the elderly?" The middle-aged man looked at his father again, turned his head, and asked the waiter,

"Yuanzi soup, stewed chicken soup, and hoof flower soup are all more suitable for the elderly." The waiter took the menu and replied,

"Then let's have hoof flower soup and Yuanzi soup." The middle-aged man said, turned back and looked at his father,

Seeing his father buried his head, remained silent, and still looked at a loss in his hands, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then turned his head back, and looked at the waiter.

"Do you have steamed buns here?"

"I'm really sorry, sir, if you came earlier, you still have it, but now it's really gone."

The waiter shook his head, said something to the middle-aged man, then turned his head to look at the old man with his head buried,

"...Old man, there are no more steamed buns in the store, so you can just listen to your son, can you eat something else?"

Hearing the sound, the old man slowly raised his head, his eyes were in a trance, turned his head, looked at his son, then lowered his head again,

On the side, the middle-aged man looked at his father, fell silent for a while, then turned back to look at the waiter,

"...Then may I ask, is there any place nearby that sells steamed buns?"

"Across this street, there is a shop selling buns and steamed buns at the corner of the street, but at the moment, I guess, it's about to close." The waiter looked outside the restaurant door, then turned back to the middle-aged man. said,

"Thank you." The middle-aged man thanked him, stood up,

"Please take care of my father for me, I'm going to buy some steamed buns."

"Okay. Then look, you asked for two soups just now, do you want more?"

"Let's go up."

The middle-aged man nodded, then lowered his head, looked at his father who buried his head, and said,

"...Dad, then you sit here for a while, and I'll go buy steamed buns for you."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man turned around and was about to walk out of the restaurant.

The old man raised his head, stared blankly at his son, stretched out his hand, and grabbed his son's skirt.

"Dad..." The middle-aged man turned around again, "Dad, I'm going to buy steamed buns for you, just sit here for a while, and I'll be right back."

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, the old man stared blankly at the middle-aged man, and slowly loosened his hand holding the middle-aged man's skirt,

"...Dad, just sit here, I'll be right back."

The middle-aged man ordered again, raised his head again, and looked at the waiter.

"I'm tired."

"you are welcome."

The middle-aged man turned around and walked quickly towards the street outside the restaurant,

The old man sat on the seat, turned his head, his eyes were in a daze, and he watched his son go away in a daze. He didn't lower his head until the middle-aged man disappeared from sight.

……

"Old man, drink some water first and sit here for a while."

The waiter said something to the old man, then walked away and got busy.

The old man sat on the seat with his head buried, seemingly uneasy, and raised his head from time to time, staring blankly at the position where his son disappeared from sight.

……

"...Young man, this is your lychee meat."

The waiter came out of the kitchen with a dish and a bowl of soup,

Put the dish in front of Lian Ge, then turned around, put the bowl of soup on the next table, in front of the old man,

"...Old man, this is the soup your son ordered for you. Why don't you drink a bowl first to appetize."

The waiter put down the soup, looked at the old man, and greeted,

Hearing the sound, the old man slowly raised his head, his eyes were in a trance, he looked at the waiter, then slowly turned his head, and looked out of the restaurant door in a daze.

Seeing this, the waiter couldn't help turning his head and looking outside the restaurant,

……

The old man's son, the middle-aged man was panting heavily, carrying a bag of steamed buns, and ran back again,

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, the middle-aged man walked back to the dining table,

"...Dad, here are the steamed buns you asked for."

Panting and wiping his sweat again, the middle-aged man put the bag of steamed buns on the dining table,

"This steamed bun is a bit cold, let's eat it with soup later."

The middle-aged man was talking, and untied the bag containing the steamed buns,

The old man looked at his son in a daze, and then reached out to hold his son's skirt, but he didn't look at the steamed bun.

"Dad, it's okay, I'm here."

The middle-aged man said to his father with a smile, sat down at the dining table again,

The old man stared blankly at his son, first slowly loosened the tightly clenched skirt, then raised his hand little by little, and wiped the sweat from his son's forehead with his cuff,

"It's okay, the sweat will dry after a while."

The middle-aged man smiled and said to his father,