Xiao Fubao then put two meat buns and a cup of soy milk in a transparent bag and ran towards the old man.
Standing in front of him, he handed over the steamed buns and soy milk in his hands.
"Grandpa, here you go!" Xiao Fubao held up the meat buns and soy milk high with a smile on his face.
The old man lowered his head and looked at her blankly, suddenly snatched the buns and soy milk from her hand, and devoured them with big mouthfuls.
I have to say, the sight of this food is off-putting.
It was obvious that I had been hungry for several days.
Faced with such a situation, ordinary children may have been scared away.
Not only was Xiao Fu Bao not afraid, but he even asked him if he had enough to eat. If not, he could get him some more.
But the old man only focused on eating steamed buns and ignored her completely.
After he finished eating, he took the remaining garbage in his hand and left without saying a word and without looking back.
Little Fu Bao tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face.
It happened that the breakfast stall nearby started to close its stall, and the proprietress was talking to herself or telling her: "This old man suddenly appeared around here a few days ago and started wandering around. He didn't pay attention to anyone else talking to him, and he often stayed by himself.
If people sit blankly, they probably have Alzheimer's disease."
Seeing the old man disappearing around the corner, Xiao Fubao did not chase him and returned to the store.
[What did our little baby do when he went out with steamed buns and soy milk just now? Why did the things in his hand disappear after going out?]
[Didn’t she just say that she was going to give a bun to someone? Who would look hungry? I didn’t follow her, I’m really not used to it.]
[He must be a homeless person. Our little baby is really kind-hearted. He has tasks to complete during the week and even gives some food to the homeless person. 】
Sang Mizhou put the money in his pocket and put it away. He raised his eyelids and glanced at her: "Back?"
"Well!" Little Fubao climbed up on the chair and sat down, "Brother, Fubao heard from other aunts that the grandpa just now seemed to be sick, and was called old age or something."
"Alzheimer's disease."
"Yes! It seems to be this disease!" Xiao Fubao pouted, "That old man is so pitiful. I don't know if I will see him again tomorrow."
Sang Mizhou did not reply to her words.
The two of them continued selling the buns until noon, and finally sold almost all of them, leaving only one or two buns that were not sold out.
But it's almost there.
There are still some fillings left for making steamed buns yesterday, enough for at least two days, but if you keep selling these kinds of things, your business will definitely get worse and worse.
So today he planned to buy something else and make it according to the ingredients list.
There's nothing else he can do now anyway.
After cooking a few times, he discovered that cooking was actually quite fun.
Sang Mizhou packed up the remaining steamed buns and was about to say that he would keep them until the evening. If the little guy was hungry, he would steam them for her to eat.
He Xiaofubao was the first to speak: "Brother, let's take this out. If we meet that grandpa again, we will give him this bun to eat!"
Sang Mizhou thought for a while and then handed the bag to her and let her go.
He went upstairs and caught a certain photographer who was slacking off during work hours.
The photography guy who was silently arranging his clothes said: "..." Hey, just call me when you call me. Why are you fussing about it? It will look bad if others see you?