Two bowls of mutton soup and ten sesame seed cakes were served. Lao Xu still didn't look at Shunzi, as if he didn't exist.
It is precisely because of Lao Xu’s character that he has been able to live a few more years. Watch what you should see and never see what you shouldn’t. This is Lao Xu’s life creed. This is not the first time that Zhao Wusheng has brought people to his mutton soup.
When eating at the restaurant, Lao Xu turned a blind eye every time, truly living up to the six words "don't watch, listen, don't talk."
Shunzi sat half-sitting on the ground, looking at the two bowls of mutton soup and ten sesame seed cakes on the table, with a confused look on his face.
Zhao Wusheng found out and asked: "What?"
"I've had dinner tonight." Shunzi sighed slightly: "Although it smells delicious, I can't eat it."[
"This is not for you to eat." Zhao Wusheng said coldly. Then he started to eat slowly, taking a bite of sesame seed cakes, a sip of soup, and from time to time he would use chopsticks to pick up the haggis in the bowl and eat it.
Shunzi looked at Zhao Wusheng's leisurely look, and thought about the countless people chasing him outside, and felt some strange feelings in his heart. If it were him, could he be so calm?
Zhao Wusheng's hands did not shake, and his heart did not panic. He ate the sesame cakes with the mutton soup, one bite at a time. It seemed very slow, but the advantage was that he did not stop for a moment. In less than a while, he had already eaten half of it.
"I used to bring old people here to eat." Zhao Wusheng suddenly said: "That guy can eat better than me. He wants fifteen sesame seed cakes and three bowls of mutton soup every time."
"Oh." Shunzi said. He somewhat understood what Zhao Wusheng said about this, but also partly couldn't understand it.
But Zhao Wusheng didn't seem to be telling him, because Zhao Wusheng didn't care about Shunzi's reaction and attitude at all.
"Our village is very poor. Every time a car enters, it will attract onlookers." Zhao Wusheng said while eating: "The whole village is full of farmers with their backs to the sky and their faces to the loess. In bigger villages, even the quarrels at the head of the village can be heard at the end of the village.
get."
Shunzi couldn't tell whether Zhao Wusheng was talking to him or not. But Lao Xu was not there, and his ears were not covered, so he had no choice but to listen without talking to him.
Zhao Wusheng ate it leisurely. In the steaming hot mutton soup, he seemed to have returned to that quiet and closed village.