Chapter 489 Eating Dumplings

Style: Girl Author: Jiang MuyunWords: 1260Update Time: 24/01/12 03:15:46
When the old lady got in, I saw that her entire back had been bent into an arch, and her legs were spread out like a crab.

Bones can become like this, which is basically caused by heavy physical work.

Looking at it this way, this is also a miserable person.

Xiaobai covered his nose with one hand, lowered his head and muttered: "Brother, the smell is too strong."

I calmly patted his leg to tell him to be quiet.

For such a down-and-out person, help if you can, and don't dislike it if you can't. This is a matter of respect.

"Can I give you something to eat?"

The old lady's request was very simple. We happened to be eating too. I was about to speak, but I still kept my mouth shut and looked at Uncle Xianya.

The elders are here and have no business for me to speak.

"Just right, a common meal, let's eat together."

Uncle Ya extended the invitation generously, and the old lady waved her hand quickly: "I smell bad, so it's good to be here."

After saying that, the old lady squatted down to the wall and tugged hard on her torn sack.

Uncle Ya didn't say much, turned around and went into the back hall, took out a new pair of bowls and chopsticks, filled the dishes with food himself, and handed them to the old lady.

"Eat, sister."

The old lady looked at the steaming rice and shook her head vigorously: "I want to eat dumplings."

Uncle Ya's hand was just frozen in mid-air, and I was also stunned.

Beggars can't be dissatisfied with the food being sour, so this old lady would be better off just ordering food as soon as she walks in.

"good."

Uncle Ya patiently put the bowls and chopsticks back and called softly to the waiter.

"San'er, go to the door and buy some."

"I want to eat freshly made food."

The old lady was simply shocked that she could say such a thing.

Ji Canghai suddenly stood up, and Uncle Ya immediately turned around and pressed him down.

"Do as she says."

Uncle Ya cooed at San'er: "There should be some meat fillings in the kitchen, so make some."

San'er nodded reluctantly, opened the curtain and got in.

The old lady just smiled and didn't say much.

I turned around and lowered my voice: "Can you still agree to such an unreasonable request?"

"There are so many delicious things, why do you want to eat dumplings?" Uncle Ya pointed at the old lady with his chin: "Maybe he is living in a foreign land and is homesick."

"Once people get old, they are actually very pitiful. Their health is not good anymore and they have no children. If you can help, just help."

I tilted my head and glanced at Uncle Ya. He just stared blankly at the old woman at the door, with unspeakable emotions hidden in his eyebrows.

I suddenly felt that Uncle Ya was talking about her as well as himself.

San'er's movements were very quick. It only took about half an hour for the hot dumplings to be served.

Uncle Ya nodded to the old lady: "Sister-in-law, you eat slowly. When you are full, sleep here."

"I won't accompany you anymore."

San'er's face was obviously dissatisfied with this plate of dumplings.

No wonder, who would be willing to make dumplings in the middle of the night?

"Click!"

He pressed the wall switch hard, and most of the teahouse suddenly fell into darkness, leaving only a small dim light in the front hall.

"Waste of electricity."

San'er said something impatiently, then turned and went upstairs.

Looking at Xiaobai who was yawning profusely, I whispered to him: "You should go to sleep too."

When he went upstairs, Ji Canghai and I were the only ones on the first floor, as well as the old lady enjoying her meal.

The old lady almost held the plate in her arms, her other skinny hand bent into a hook shape, her mouth pressed against the mouth of the plate, and her hand slid rapidly.

The dumpling was obviously very hot, but it didn't affect her at all.

What's even weirder is that she barely needs to chew when eating. A dumpling as big as a gold ingot comes into her mouth and she swallows it whole.

Ji Canghai asked in a low voice: "How long have you been hungry for?"

I stared at the old lady carefully, turned around and responded, "Something's wrong."

"How to say?"

"If you don't eat for a long time, your throat will become dry and you will choke on the porridge. It is impossible to swallow such a big dumpling."