The old lady took out 13 yuan from her wallet and handed it to him.
When he took the buns and was about to leave, he suddenly turned to look at Xiao Fubao and asked: "Baby, are you feeling better? Are you feeling better? If you are feeling uncomfortable, grandma still has some medicine, do you want to get it for you?"
Although they only met her for three days, the old lady still liked this little girl who looked as bright and cheerful as the little sun.
Xiao Fubao smiled and waved his hand and said, "No need, Grandma Fubao doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore!"
The old lady cared for her for a few more words, then slowly left with a staggering pace.
Sang Mizhou and Song Nanchen quickly finished their breakfast and came down.
Maybe it's because it's Saturday, but it's extremely busy this morning. Many people who don't live nearby come here to buy breakfast.
To put it bluntly, fans want to help Xiao Fubao achieve their goals.
Although this was cheating, the director's voice never sounded from the walkie-talkie on the photographer's waist, indicating that the director turned a blind eye to this.
Among these guests there was also a face that was very familiar to Sang Mizhou.
He was the driver of the Sang family for more than ten years. The two just looked at each other silently, tacitly pretending they didn't know each other.
Just when he took the bun, the driver calmly stuffed a note into Sang Mizhou's hand.
Sang Mizhou was silent for a few seconds, put the note into his pocket and continued working.
With the help of fans, all the portions were quickly sold out in one morning.
Sang Mizhou sat aside and counted the money he earned today.
Xiao Fubao was holding a cup of soy milk and three steamed buns, and looked in the direction of the door from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.
When Sang Mizhou saw this, he actually wanted to tell her that the old man would probably not come again.
But after seeing her looking forward to it, I couldn't bear it anymore.
"Xiao Fubao, why are you holding these three steamed buns and soy milk? You could sell them just now." Song Shengsheng looked confused.
But Xiao Fubao shook his head: "No, these buns and soy milk are for an old man. He comes here every day, and he will definitely come today!"
They haven't been open for three days, and I don't know if the old man thought that their breakfast shop would never be open again, so he stopped coming.
【Woooooo~ My little baby is so wonderful! So gentle and kind!】
[I seem to have heard that it was the old grandfather who saved the little baby, otherwise the little baby would have been kidnapped and sold away. I was always afraid that he would do something bad to the little baby. Now it seems that it is because of my big heart.
It’s so narrow.]
[There is no way, when we meet such people on the road, it is easy to judge a person by his appearance. Sure enough, good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and good things will always happen to kind people. ]
But the fact is.
By the time Sang Mizhou had finished counting the money, the three adults were ready to take them out for dinner, but the old man was not seen.
"Wait a moment!"
Just when Xiao Fubao thought that the old man would not come today, a man in a suit and meticulously combed hair hurried to the door of the store and stopped them from closing the rolling shutter door.
Sang Mizhou held his own.
The man took two breathless breaths and calmed his breathing before speaking slowly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late. Are there any buns left?"
Sang Mizhou looked at the strange man in front of him and shook his head: "Sorry, today's buns have been sold out."