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"...Weigh one more lettuce and put it in the refrigerator, it will last for a few more days."

"……Eh."

……

"The old man fell?"

"...When I was picking vegetables in the field in the morning, I tripped and fell."

"The trousers are still wet. Is it hard, old man?"

The old lady carried the bag of vegetables and walked away gradually along the street.

The old man bent his back, raised his head and looked along the street, stood up again, turned around,

In front of the booth, Lian Ge took another look at the old man.

The old man who put on the clothes borrowed by the restaurant owner didn't seem to get any warmer.

Both hands still looked a little swollen, as if they had been frozen, and gradually turned black with patches of bruises.

His hunched body, even his legs and feet, began to tremble slightly.

Lian Gezai seemed to say something casually, but the old man paused,

"……so far so good……"

Standing up again, the old man bowed his back, smiled and answered again,

"...It was running out of time, so I didn't go back to change my pants. As promised, I will deliver food on the street, so I can't delay others."

"...It won't be long..."

The old man laughed and said something again,

Looking at the old man again, Lian Ge didn't say anything.

The old man smiled and stood behind the booth, but he didn't ask Lian Ge what they wanted to buy again.

……

"...Uncle Cheng, yesterday I said I wanted Piaoerbai..."

At this time, another young man rode by on a bicycle and yelled at the old man,

"...Keep it, keep it."

The old man smiled again, raised his head, and responded to the young man, followed by bending down a little, picked up a spoonful of Bai Erbai from the bamboo basket, and put it in a bag.

"……Give."

After weighing again, the old man moved his staggering feet, walked around the bamboo basket containing some vegetables, and handed the vegetables to the young man.

After the young man took it, the old man stood on the side of the street again,

"...In the next period of time, I'm afraid I won't be able to come to the street anymore."

The old man said again,

The young man who took the food and was fumbling for money in his pocket paused,

"what?"

"Uncle Cheng, is there no more vegetables in the field, or what's the matter...Then when will the next time I come to the street to sell vegetables? I'll go to the streets early and wait here so that the vegetables don't run out."

Raising his head, the young man handed the money to the old man, and asked again,

"...I'm afraid it will take some time."

"...Then Uncle Cheng, then you must save some food for me, save some food..."

"……well……"

"...Uncle Cheng, please call me Piaoerbai more..."

"...Brother, you also buy vegetables. Let me tell you, you must buy some Piao Er Bai from Uncle Cheng's house and try it..."

The young man got out of the car, set up the car, walked to the bamboo basket,

While picking up a handful of ladles, he looked at Lian Ge and the two, and greeted them, helping the old man solicit business,

"...When my mother was still there, she liked to eat the white scoop grown by Uncle Cheng's family. In her words, it's the scoop that is tender and tender, and it looks juicy...my mom bought it back, and it's delicious. Cut some ginger and garlic, cut two dried chilies, and add a little soy sauce when frying. It is best to use lard when frying, and the kind with a little oil residue. It is really fragrant after frying... My mother eats it, I will follow suit, with just one dish, I can eat more bowls of rice..."

While picking up ladle vegetables, the young man said with a smile,

"...Later, my mother went away...the only thing left was Piao'erbai from Uncle Cheng's house...I fried it myself...it still tastes the same..."

The young man paused while talking, then turned around with a smile again, picked up two handfuls of vegetables and handed them to the old man.

"Uncle Cheng, give me these two dishes too... I don't know when the vegetables grown in your field, Uncle Cheng, will be ready... Look at these few handfuls of vegetables, you have to put them in the refrigerator and save them." Order."

"……Give."

Weighed two more ladles, the old man smiled and handed them to the young man.

……

"...Uncle Cheng, I'm leaving. When are you going to sell vegetables on the street again, remember to leave some vegetables for me. I have been passing by this street during this time... Uncle Cheng, you must give I'll save some."

He bought some more Piaoerbai and put the bag on the bike he was riding. The young man said a few more words to the old man before he got on the bike and walked away gradually.

The old man bowed his waist, responded with a smile, raised his head, watched the young man walk away, then turned around slowly,

……

"...Uncle Cheng...Old Cheng..."

"...Give me a ladle... Let me have a radish, stew it... The man in the house likes to eat it... Do you have any lettuce? Old Cheng, the children at home ate it yesterday, and want to eat it again today."

"...Old Cheng, are you still here tomorrow?"

In front of the booth, some customers who were familiar with the old man stopped one after another,

Or they hurriedly bought vegetables and left in a hurry, or they talked to the old man while buying some vegetables.

The old man smiled and responded, bent down from time to time, picked up the vegetables in the bamboo basket, and took the dishes handed over by the customers in front of the stall.

After weighing the dishes, I handed the dishes to the customers one by one, said goodbye to the familiar customers, and watched the customers walk away.

In front of the booth, voices were mixed and ringing,

In front of the old man, in the bamboo basket, there are fewer and fewer vegetables left.

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Chapter 752

"...Uncle Cheng, when the next batch of dishes is ready, you must save some for me... After so many years, the dishes from your family, Uncle Cheng, are the best."

"……well."

In front of the booth, another customer walked down the street with vegetables.

The old man stood behind the bamboo basket, looked at the customer who was walking away, paused again, and then slowly turned around,

Standing again, the old man lowered his head, looked into the bamboo basket in front of him, raised his head again, looked at the street,

In the bamboo basket, there are not many vegetables left, and the bustling pedestrians on the street are gradually becoming less and less.

Overhead, the sun was already slanting towards the west,

Some sunlight under the sway reflects the shadows of pedestrians on the front and back of the booth and on the street.

Shadows intertwine from time to time.

……

"It's getting late..."

The old man crouched, raised his head to look around, turned his head, and murmured aloud,

In front of the booth, Lian Ge pretended to look away, then glanced at the old man again,

The old man's hunched body trembled, and his hands became more and more bruised.

Looking back, Lian Ge didn't say anything.

……

"...Old Cheng...do you have any other dishes?"

At this time, an old man, holding a box of chess pieces, walked along the street to the booth, and greeted the old man behind the booth, saying,

"... This dish is selling so fast today."

"...There is also a lotus white, I keep it for you."

The old man squatted down, looked at the remaining vegetables in the bamboo basket, and spoke again.

The old man stooped down, picked out a white lotus flower from the bamboo basket, and said with a smile,

"...Then weigh it for me. It happens that there is still some meat in the refrigerator in the room. Let's make fried pork with lotus root tonight."

"...Is this just packed?"

The old man holding the chessboard said with a smile,

The old man responded, holding a lotus and weighing it on the weighing pan, and chatting with the old man holding chess with a smile,

"...No, it's time to pack up and go back, but that old boy, Old Yan, played a game of chess and cheated, and he had to admit it in the last game, and he had to play another game... Hey, but what's wrong with cheating, I lost that stinky chess basket."

"... Hey... When he lost again, the old boy ran away, saying that his daughter told him to go back to eat, so he ran away..."

The old man squatted in front of the booth, talking with the old man with a smile,

The old man weighed the dishes, smiled and listened, nodding from time to time,

"... But tomorrow, he still has to come... a stinky chess basket, hey, he's quite addicted... I'll put in less water tomorrow, and give him a big kill..."

"...Old Cheng, weigh me a piece of lettuce again. I'll fry it for lunch tomorrow... A few days ago, I made fried meat with lettuce. I was alone in the house, and I couldn't finish it for more than two or three days... But Lao Cheng, your lettuce is really good, crisp and tender..."

The old man weighed the dishes and didn't interrupt the old man's words, he still listened with a smile,

"...Old Cheng... Is there any kind of loofah in your field? I want to change the taste in the past two days. I want to cook a loofah soup. It doesn't cost too much. I just need one or two. If there is one, tomorrow You bring me some..."

"...Tomorrow...I'm afraid I won't be on the street for a while...I'm sorry...the vegetables in the field are finished..."

"...I won't come tomorrow...heh...heh..."

The old man weighed the dishes, handed the dishes to the old man in front of the stall, paused for a while, and said aloud,

Listening to the old man's words, the old man with chess first repeated it aloud, then seemed to pause again, as if he didn't know what to say, he laughed twice,

"...Old Cheng, you are old and useless. Before, when did the vegetables in your field run out?"

The old man took the dish, smiled and said again, followed by another pause,

"...Old Cheng, when will we meet on the street another day, let's talk again... When the vegetables in the field are ready, you can sell them on the street again, save some for me... After so many years, I will point to you, Old Cheng What about the vegetables in the field..."

The old man laughed again and said,

"……well……"

"...Then I'll go first."

The old man carried the vegetables, said something aloud, stood in front of the booth again, and then turned and walked away.

The old man watched the old man walk away, then stamped his feet again, and turned around.

……

Bent down, the old man stood behind the bamboo basket, trembling slightly,

Turning around slowly, the old man looked behind him, and saw the pole lying on the ground, as if he wanted to sit down and rest on the pole.

However, after looking around, the old man was trembling all over, then turned back, hunched up, and stood with some difficulty,

Looking around, on the gradually deserted street, I turned back and looked at Lian Ge and Gu Xiaoying in front of the booth,

"Old man, sit down and rest."

"...No rest, no rest...I'm afraid that if I sit down, I won't be able to stand up."

Looking at the old man, Lian Ge said calmly.