Chapter 617 I have fried rice, do you have a story?
The wind and rain blew past the eaves and fell on his face, causing the little fat man to wake up instantly.
"My mother, what a ghost." The little fat man opened his short legs, turned around and ran towards the wooden ladder.
His mother, Mrs. Mo, was just going downstairs when she was bumped into by the little fat man. After being frightened, the little fat man just hid his head and ran away. He was startled again and said, "Ghost!"
Mrs. Mo, who felt the pain from beating her son, immediately held up the little fat man's ears and said, "Who are you calling?"
The little fat man who was calling ghost looked up and said, "Mom?" His heart was relieved.
But she didn't know that this sentence angered Mrs. Mo, and she kicked the little fat man on the butt, "My wings are hard, aren't you? You dare to say that I am a ghost."
"Oh, no, I didn't say the mother is a ghost, I said the ghost is the mother..."
The little fat man was incoherent under the double blow, and was kicked again before he corrected himself, "Here, there is a ghost in this inn."
"There is a ghost, where is it?" Mrs. Mo asked. After the little fat man pointed to the backyard, she forced him to the door of the backyard.
The stone mill turned in thin air, and Mrs. Mo said in surprise: "Oh, there really is a ghost. This inn is quite rich, and it can actually let a ghost grind the mill."
The little fat man rubbed his butt and glanced at his mother to confirm that he was his biological child.
The two stood for a while, and just as they were about to move away, they suddenly smelled the aroma of rice wafting in front of their noses, and then spread throughout the lobby.
The little fat man took a sniff and said, "What is this? It smells so good." He followed the smell with his nose straight and came to the kitchen curtain.
Mrs. Mo followed closely behind him. The aroma of this rice was rich and tempting. It was definitely a delicacy, and it was not something they had ever tasted before.
Just as the little fat man was about to push through the curtain, Mother Hu came out from the distance carrying a plate of Yangzhou fried rice.
The little fat man and Mrs. Mo were distracted for a moment. They only focused on enjoying the food at noon, and now they saw Hu Muyuan's face.
This is truly a beautiful place with beautiful scenery, beautiful scenery, and unparalleled beauty. Coupled with the delicious Yangzhou fried rice in his hand, the two of them felt like they were in a fairyland.
"Thank you." Hu Muyuan was no longer surprised. She thanked the little fat man who raised the curtain and walked towards the beggar with Yangzhou fried rice.
Looking at his back, the little fat man came back to his senses and said seriously to his mother: "Although my dad is a bit ugly, he is rich."
"Well, that's true." Mrs. Mo, who was also looking at Mother Hu's distant back, came back to her senses after answering, and slapped the little fat man on the back of the head, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who does your mother think you are?"
After swallowing the little fat man's words, Mrs. Mo gave the little fat man another kick.
Those words not only regarded her as a person who was greedy for beauty, but also regarded her as a greedy person who was greedy for money.
The little fat man rubbed his butt in grievance. If he hadn't confirmed it just now, he would have thought that he was picked up by them in the garbage.
At this time, Yu Sheng came out with a bowl and a plate of fried rice and said to the two of them: "You two, there is a plate of Yangzhou fried rice left. Do you want to try it? But it's a bit expensive."
"Try it, of course you have to taste it." Then the little fat man remembered the delicious food, "It's not worth the money."
Mrs. Mo patted the little fat man on the back of the head again, "Why are you talking nonsense if you don't need money?"
"How expensive can it be if a beggar can afford it?" Mrs. Mo pointed at the beggar. Her own money did not come from the strong wind, so she still had to save some money.
"Oh, that's..." Yu Sheng glanced at the beggar. Just as he was about to find an excuse, he suddenly found that he was actually wiping tears.
"This..." Yu Sheng was startled, wondering what was going on. Those who didn't know thought his rice was spicy to his eyes.
The beggar now did not devour the food as he did before, but ate it carefully one bite at a time, with tears streaming down his face unconsciously, which stunned everyone.
The little fat man said to himself, "I know this fried rice is delicious, but it's not so exaggerated, right?"
While everyone was stunned, Yu Sheng noticed that the female ghost who had been sitting opposite the beggar changed her movements and no longer stared at the beggar closely, but focused on the rice.
There is a story! Yu Sheng has an idea.
At this time, the little fat man, whose curiosity was aroused by the beggar, came back to his senses and said: "Quickly, we want this fried rice."
Yu Sheng brought back the topic, "I have fried rice, do you have a story? The beggar is free of charge because he has a story."
"Story?" The little fat man and Mrs. Mo looked at each other. It was their first time to tell stories for free.
"Make one up now?" The little fat man suddenly had an idea.
"It's okay if you can cry like that when you tell the story." Yu Sheng pointed at the beggar.
The little fat man looked back at the beggar, almost drowning in tears. After Hu Muyuan asked him a concerned question, the beggar burst into tears.
"Then forget it." The little fat man shook his head. They had never experienced such heart-breaking sadness.
He glanced at Mrs. Mo and said, "If I were the only one who escaped from the Southern Wilderness, maybe I could tell you about it."
"Pa", Mrs. Mo, who was addicted to spanking her son, slapped the little fat man on the back of his head again.
After selling the Yangzhou fried rice to Mrs. Mo for a huge price, Yu Sheng walked towards the beggar and saw that he finally spoke under Hu Muyuan's concern.
"She never tasted a bite of Yangzhou fried rice until she died." The beggar made everyone confused when he spoke, but he was thoughtful for the rest of his life.
I spent the rest of my life making Yangzhou fried rice in the slums of Yaocheng, and when the little girl shared a bowl with the people watching on the street, beggars were among them.
The beggar at that time was not a beggar. He had a family and a wife, but she went out that day and had no chance to taste the Yangzhou fried rice for the rest of her life.
The beggar was astonished when he tasted Yu Sheng's Yangzhou fried rice. He thought that the delicacies enjoyed by immortals were nothing more than this, and he couldn't help but boast about it when his wife came back.
Perhaps because the beggar's words were too vivid, the lady was also thinking about Yangzhou fried rice and could not forget this bowl of rice.
"We have tried it many times at home, but it never tastes as expected," the beggar said.
In a muddle-headed life with no goals and no idea when they will die, the appearance of Yangzhou fried rice has become their expectation in life.
It also became a bright color in their gray and miserable life.
In their constant attempts, the two of them regard Yangzhou fried rice as the sustenance of their lives, and look forward to one day going to Yangzhou to taste the Yangzhou fried rice they have been looking forward to that day and night.
However, the arrival of the monsters led by Yuyu shattered their colorful life.
They fled in a hurry and were forced into the mountain when the monsters chased them at night.
However, they are just ordinary people. In order to guard the demon city, there are not many people assigned to guard them.
As monsters chased them and beasts emerged from the mountains and forests to attack from time to time, fewer and fewer people fled together, and eventually they even became separated, leaving only the two of them.
They hid in the dark, prayed secretly, encouraged each other, and agreed to go to Yangzhou together to eat the bowl of fried rice they dreamed of.
The dream was soon shattered as the monsters found their hiding place.
Listening to the approaching footsteps of the monster, the two looked at each other, knowing that they were unable to escape. If they wanted to survive, they had to make a choice.
"As a man who will take his TOEFL test for life, I should stand up!" The beggar banged his head on the table with regret and made a "bang bang" sound.
Sitting nearby, Mrs. Mo and the little fat man, who were listening intently, both felt pain.
But at that time, the desire to survive took over, pressing down on the beggar's feet so that he could not move.
The monster's footsteps were getting closer, and the two of them were about to fall into the enemy's hands. At the critical moment, his wife ran out with a "boom".
Immediately, all the monsters chased his wife, leaving only the stunned monsters hiding in the dark. After a long time, a ch sound was heard.