They were always busy on weekdays, and they were injured again. They rarely spent two hours comfortably in the garden. When the sun set, Ji Xun pushed Ho Ranyin back to the house and heard a rumor when he went to the cafeteria to get food.

There is a shared kitchen in the back alley of the hospital.

‌The noun attracted Ji Xun's attention.

The food in the hospital was really not very good, with heavy oil and salt. He always wanted to improve the food for the two of them, but he had not found a suitable one yet - takeaway is similar to the food in the hospital, so he invited the cook. He didn't know where to find the cook for half a month or a month. He found a high-end private restaurant to customize it, and he didn't eat it very healthy and tasteful.

Ji Xun was so sad that he missed Yuan Yue. If he was given another chance, he would never secretly dislike Yuan Yue when he said that he was stewed chicken soup.

Now he urgently needs a bowl of rich, tender, nutritious chicken soup to replenish Huo Ranyin - whether it is stewed by Yuan Yue's mother, his wife or his children!

The shared kitchen is just two hundred meters behind the hospital.

A small path that is different from the main road. If you walk about five or six steps inside, you can see a row of open-air kitchens built against the wall. In the kitchen, pots, pans, stoves, pools, and even oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are all available.

A "sharp" iron pot oil sounded, and the white smoke instantly rose, and the unique fragrance of onion, ginger and garlic immediately invaded the nasal cavity.

Ji Xun saw that a fat aunt was cooking in front of the iron pot.

In the kitchen, in addition to the aunt, there were two or three other people, including men and women, who were washing dishes and cutting vegetables respectively.

Ji Xun didn't dare to look at the chopped vegetables, so he hurriedly turned away after just a glance.

But he paid extra attention to the one who was washing the dishes, and his eyes were deliberately staying in various corners of the kitchen.

To his surprise, the open-air "shared kitchen" was actually cleaned up quite clean. The things were not worth much, they were all old, but if you look closely, you can find that these old things were carefully caring for users.

There are no oil stains on the stove, and the jar of sauce and vinegar is not sticky. Those who wash dishes in front of the pool will pour the food into the leftovers next to it before cleaning the water.

He secretly observed in the alley for a while. During this period, the fat aunt who was cooking finished cooking and looked back at Ji Xun. He said enthusiastically with a loud voice: "The young man is so injured that he doesn't have a good rest. Why do you come here? If you have anything, don't move, aunt will help you!"

"Hello, Auntie." Ji Xun quickly continued.

Following Ho Ranyin running up and down to deal with dead puzzles all day long, Ji Xun was busy solving the case and hadn't gone to the bar to play drums for a long time. He almost forgot that he had a face that was both good for both men and women.

My parents are better at genes. I gave him a good face, but I didn’t show it in daily life, and I was unlucky and injured. When I needed help, I was as happy and convenient as having a pass in my pocket.

"I heard that there is a shared kitchen in it?"

"The first time a guy is here?"

Fat aunt, please briefly introduce to Ji Xun what is a shared kitchen.

‌Speaking of this, it was originally made by the owner of a grocery store at the entrance of the alley.

The grocery store owner is a kind-hearted person. He watches people come in and out of the hospital every day. There is a farmer from the countryside who is very poor and doesn’t even have buns. Every day, he has a dry cake with pickles and drinks a few sips of water. The water is not mineral water, but a shabby military green kettle. The kettle is like an antique from the founding of New China.

One night, the farmers cried violently in the alley.

She walked up to ask, and then she found out that the farmer's wife had cancer and had advanced stages. The hospital said there was no need to treat it. It was just in the past few months that she had taken it back to take care of it.

They talked for a long time that night, mainly because the farmers were talking.

She knew that in order to treat her wife, the farmers had cleared all the savings accumulated by their family for several years. Now, there is no penny on the books, and all the property in the family is left with only some domestic animals.

She felt very sympathetic and asked the farmers if they were going back now.

Unexpectedly, the farmer squatting on the ground wiped his tears and said he couldn't go back.

My wife and I have been suffering for twenty years and have been in a life until now. I always think that good days will come, but endure, and endure until there is no more. No matter what, I cannot lose my conscience. I will spend as much money as I have. I will endure it to my wife. It will hurt so much when I get home. Here, when the pain is not enough, at least I can ask the doctor and nurse to think of some solutions.

He began to count on his fingers.

There are two pigs, big pigs and good pigs at home. They can sell them for more than ten thousand yuan and dozens of chickens, which are not worth much, but now there is no way to sell them. They want to take over with their neighbors. In view of their own difficulties, they will not lower the price, and they will also have a few thousand more yuan.

In a dark, deep alley with no lamp at night, a farmer squatting on the ground murmured every cent of his family, and none of his belongings was for him to spend.

After that day, the grocery store owner brought old pots and bowls from home one after another, and set up a small shared kitchen in the alley. Anyone who wants to come here to cook some dishes or cook some rice is fine.

She doesn't charge money. She only put a sign next to the stove. The sign says: 50 cents of gas per time.

Set another bowl under the sign.

Everyone who comes here to cook is always conscious.

The hospital carries birth, old age, sickness and death, and there is no shortage of joys and sorrows, and a series of difficult life can be picked up by one.

"The grocery store is no longer open now." The fat aunt said regretfully, "I heard that the boss is old, and her children take her back to enjoy her life. The grocery store has also been made for others. Now it is a fruit store. By the way, young man, are you here to cook?"

A kind of confusion appeared on the fat aunt's face.

Indeed, most of the people who came here were middle-aged and elderly people who had no money at home. A young face suddenly appeared, which was really eye-catching, especially the young man was handsome and looked like he was not short of money.

The shared kitchen is indeed not within the original choice of inquiry.

He thought that the shared kitchen was the type of kitchen—a community, a hotel, and a banquet-type kitchen that provides dinner and lunch for multiple people. But the kitchen will not appear near the hospital. The kitchen that can take root near the hospital may only be in front of us.

"Young man, are there any difficulties?" The fat aunt looked at her expression, "Don't be afraid, tell me, aunt will help you!"

"Auntie helps you" seems to be the catchphrase of this warm-hearted fat aunt.

"The daughter of my aunt recently gave birth to a baby and had to stay in the hospital for a whole month until giving birth. My aunt has to run around every day. There is time. Don't hold back any difficulties. I've come to the hospital, who hasn't had any difficulties yet? Let me tell you, my aunt also knows an old man who stays in the oncology department. The old man has a granddaughter who is beautiful and graceful. He comes to visit him every time. He always has big bags and small bags. For the old man who lives in the hospital, it's already an amazing filial piety! But the old man just couldn't think about it, saying that he felt sorry for his granddaughter's money. Every time his granddaughter gave him money, he wouldn't give him money. The granddaughter had to go to work, and he couldn't come every day, right? When the granddaughter didn't come, old man..."

The fat aunt sighed.

"I'm picking up my home. I'll take the fruits and cookies I haven't finished before to deal with my life. Why do you think this is a matter of bad opinion? To put it bluntly, when you arrive at that place, the rest of your life depends on it. If you can eat, drink more, drink more, and don't think about saving money... That's not saving money, but spending your life. The granddaughter looks pretty good, but the head of the green bracelet on her hand is amazing. It's not tens of thousands of yuan. Look, aunt, I can't take it down!"

A very directed noun evokes Ji Xun's memory.

Ji Xun asked: "Did that old man have a red scar on the back of his neck?"

"Yes, it's him!" The fat aunt clapped her hands, "Hu Kun! That old man's name is Hu Kun! Do you know him too?"

"I passed by on the road." Ji Xun said, "and was helped by his granddaughter."

Ji Xun and Fat Auntie chatted back and forth, and learned more.

The fat aunt is a local and works as a nanny. She hasn't gone to work recently because her daughter is sick. She also sympathizes with the old man in the oncology department. She came out at noon to make a meal for the old man. She just cooked a plate of tofu, stewed a soup, and got a portion of rice. It takes less time to do it in twenty or thirty minutes.

While chatting with Ji Xun, the fat aunt had already opened the steamer quickly and brought out the hot soup she had steamed.

Ji Xun thought something.

The nanny, a local, warm-hearted, has to come to the hospital to take care of her daughter every day...

Isn't it perfectly consistent with his requirements?

I originally planned to order a meal for a private restaurant, but I changed my mind.

He first chatted with his aunt: "Are you tired of being a nanny now? Do you need any certificate?"

"I feel that it's okay if I'm tired, and taking care of people is also very fulfilling." The fat aunt was not aware of Ji Xun's inquiry, and said everything, "Being a nanny is not a confinement nanny, but she doesn't require any certificate. It's just a health certificate, but many positions are needed. By the way, auntie, I have a nutritionist certificate. Don't look at the inconspicuous certificate, it's very popular when you get it to the employer's house!"

The nagging words did not delay the fat aunt doing things at all.

The fat aunt opened the small cup in front of her that was filled with soup, sniffed it, picked up the salt pot, spooned out a little salt and put it down.

It was the meal time, and the little fruit I just ate had been completely consumed by the stomach. The body, which was urgently needed to recover from nutrition, seemed to be in a state of hunger all the time. A trace of fragrance spreads through the nose into the brain, causing the greedy worms in the body to roll.

That's it! Ji Xun made a decision in an instant.

However, before talking to the aunt, he apologized to the aunt, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Ho Ranyin.

"Baby, what do you want to eat at noon?"

"Speak well." It's okay, Ho Ranyin replied quickly.

"Boyfriend, what do you want to eat at noon?" Ji Xun always pampers people.

“…”

"Cause, what do you want to eat at noon?" Ji Xun changed his style and enjoyed it.

"Inquiry, I will ignore you."

This sentence pops up in the chat interface.

Horanin has learned to defeat magic with magic.

Ji Xun almost didn't come out. He held it hard, looked up again and asked the aunt:

"Auntie's surname?"

"Don't let your surname be Jiang."

"Aunt Jiang is willing to take a half-month order, help me and make some extra money by the way?"

The reason why Akun is so addicted to the peeping on the Internet is due to the fact that the person seen from a perspective is a kind of fragment, a building block, a part, which is never in a segment and needs to be assembled. The assembly process is exactly what Akun is obsessed with and addicted to. It is like picking up shells by himself by his own hands, and then using his brain and ‌ to form beautiful crafts by himself. Therefore, it is unique, and even the real person himself is not as good as the shells in the group.

He learned various ways to use the Internet over and over again. The technological development of each era is really amazing, and the iterations in the Internet are faster than in reality.

For example, the dark web.

Although the dark web is a relatively unlucky knowledge for most people, it is now quite popular among criminals abroad.

Akun is not unfamiliar with the dark web, and for some reasons, he is even very familiar with it.

The emergence of the Silk Road, a website in the United States that can be traded online, has milestone significance for both criminals and Akun. The former is to make a series of criminal acts such as murder, drug trafficking, kidnapping, etc., while the latter is to make Akun a small fortune with Bitcoin.

The Silk Road is not the only platform online. Once an idea appears, it will be imitated endlessly, but the size varies. Some are popular and open supermarkets, some are little known like roadside shops, and some appear regularly, a bit like markets.

In general, Akun does not like this method of building a sales page and then selling human lives like goods. But he has heard a saying that it is inevitable for the development of crime.

Sin can be determined as an alternative product. That is, something that is provided to a market that is not tolerated with the traditional social order, attracting attention, obtaining, using, or consuming to satisfy desires or needs.*
To be continued...