I really don't want to be a teacher

"No, but I'm not in a hurry. Of course it's more important to have dinner with my Xiaoying girl." Lian Ge reached out and closed the 'book without words', turned his eyes to look in the living room,

"Teacher, haven't they come back yet?"

"No, just sent me a message saying that the hospital has something to do and we have to come back later, let us have dinner first." Gu Xiaoying came over and put her arms around Lian Ge.

"Then..." Lian Ge also stretched out his hand, wrapping his arms around Gu Xiaoying's waist,

"I want to eat barbecue!" Gu Xiaoying said immediately.

"Okay, let's go out then." Lian Ge replied with a smile.

……

Putting away the book and the transcribed part, Lian Ge and Gu Xiaoying stepped out of the house.

Facing the night, walking under the street lights, the two cuddled together, walking unhurriedly along the street while talking to each other,

"... Lian Ge, did you just copy the Taoist inheritance passed down from generation to generation in your family?" Gu Xiaoying looked at Lian Ge and asked curiously.

Hearing this, Lian Ge shook his head,

"No, but it has something to do with it."

Hearing this, Gu Xiaoying nodded her head, didn't ask any more questions, turned her head to look at the bustling street,

"Brother Lian, where shall we eat?"

"Why, is student Xiaoying so hungry?"

"Yeah, I'm just so hungry, I'm so hungry that I think my brother will eat it."

……

While talking and playing, the two walked along the street.

They didn't deliberately head towards a certain destination, the two just walked casually.

After walking for a while, there were fewer people around, Lian Ge and Gu Xiaoying stepped into a relatively deserted and old street.

"... Lian Ge? Brother Lian?"

Walking to an alley, Lian Ge looked sideways and stopped.

"Brother Lian, do you want to eat barbecue in that alley? But it doesn't seem to be a barbecue restaurant there, and the door is not open."

Lian Ge heard the sound, turned his gaze, and glanced at Gu Xiaoying,

"Did you see the middle-aged man in the alley?"

"See, he seems a little anxious?" Gu Xiaoying also looked into the alley,

In the picture she saw, the alley was a little dark, and a middle-aged man who was a little restless was looking around in front of a shop, reaching out his hand from time to time to knock on the closed shop door,

"Lian Ge, he can't be..." Gu Xiaoying turned to look at Lian Ge, and couldn't help asking.

Hearing this, Lian Ge shook his head slightly, then moved his feet and walked into the alley.

Gu Xiaoying, who was snuggling beside Lian Ge, followed closely, and stepped into the alley.

The alley is a bit old, with some dilapidated tile-roofed buildings on both sides. Beside the alleyway, there are still some dirt and domestic garbage that have been settled by the waste water.

As he walked towards the location where the middle-aged man was, although the buildings on both sides looked more and more dilapidated, the environment on the ground was getting cleaner.

"...Little brother, do you know why Old Yang didn't open the door today?"

When the middle-aged man saw someone walking into the alley, he immediately stepped forward anxiously and asked Lian Ge.

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man, and then at the side of the alley, the old one-story building with a signboard on the door, and the name of the place was written in faded handwriting—Lao Yangtou ravioli.

"Maybe I don't have time to open the door today." Gu Xiaoying looked at Lian Ge, then looked at the middle-aged man and said a word of comfort.

"Impossible, no, Lao Yang has never closed the door for so many years...how could he close the door at this time, no..."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man became more and more anxious, but as he spoke, he became depressed again, and he couldn't help squatting down, holding his head in pain.

"Why do you have to close the door at such a time, my mother can't wait, can't wait..."

The middle-aged man muttered a few words to himself, then stood up again,

"...Brother, do you know where Old Yang's house is?"

Hearing this, Lian Ge slightly shook his head,

"It's over, it's over..." The middle-aged man was in more pain.

"However, I think he should be in the store, but he didn't hear you knock on the door just now."

"How is it possible..." The middle-aged man shook his head quickly, but he couldn't help showing a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Glancing at the middle-aged man, Lian Ge didn't say any more,

Walking to the closed shop door, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Shopkeeper, there are customers..."

Chapter 157 Wonton Shop

There was a knock on the door.

Suddenly, lights were turned on in the dark shop, and then, the doors of some old and dilapidated shops suddenly opened from the inside.

An old man with a stooped body and an apron appeared at the door with a smile.

"I'm kneading the dough in the back. I didn't hear the knock on the door. I kept you waiting for a long time." As the old man spoke, he patted the flour still on his hands.

Seeing the old man appearing, the anxious middle-aged man immediately walked up to him, ignoring his doubts, and said eagerly,

"Old Yangtou..., do you still remember my mother, the old lady who likes to wear red padded jackets in winter and silk embroidered clothes in summer?"

"Remember, remember..." Old Yang replied with a smile, then glanced at the middle-aged man, "You are Cao Jinfeng's son, right? Are you back from another place?"

"I'm back..." The middle-aged man showed a trace of guilt on his face, followed by a little eagerness on his face.

"Come in, come in first..." The old man said with a smile, and opened the door of the store completely, and at the same time stepped aside, the light inside the house also illuminated the old alley outside the house.

Then the middle-aged man walked in eagerly.

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at Gu Xiaoying who turned his eyes away, smiled slightly,

Looking away, facing the grateful gaze cast by the old man by the door, Lian Ge and Gu Xiaoying also stepped into this wonton shop.

"Several guests, what do you want to eat?"

The old man didn't close the door again, and walked in front of the three of them again.

"Old Yang, I want a bowl of wontons for my mother, can you hurry up, I'm afraid my mother won't be able to wait..." The middle-aged man immediately replied, with a painful expression on his face as he spoke,

"My mother came home from the hospital today. She just woke up and said she wanted to eat a bowl of wontons from your house."

"Okay, I see..." The old man nodded and replied, then turned around and looked at Lian Ge and Gu Xiaoying,

"This gentleman, and this lady, what do you want to eat?"

"Let's cook for him first." Lian Ge looked at the shop and replied casually.

"Thank you..." The middle-aged man thanked Lian Ge gratefully.

"Okay, then sit down for a while, and I'll serve wontons right away." The old man nodded and walked into the next room.

……

On the side, after seeing the old man left, he became anxious, some restless young people, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, and looked around the shop.

The space in the store is not big, only four small square tables can be placed, and the paint surface of the square tables has faded and peeled off.

On the four walls, the white wall ash has been weathered over time, and it can be stained with white ash with a light touch.

On this mottled wall, there are still a few yellowed wall paintings and newspapers from unknown dates.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at Gu Xiaoying, and took Gu Xiaoying to sit down at the side table.

"Lian Ge, isn't it..." Gu Xiaoying glanced at the middle-aged man in the shop, and through a small door next to him, he glanced at Lao Yang, who was busy in the kitchen next to him.

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled slightly at Gu Xiaoying, but did not answer.

Seeing this, Gu Xiaoying didn't ask any more questions, just like Lian Ge, quietly watching what happened in front of her eyes.

……

Time passed slowly while the middle-aged man was pacing restlessly, and the old man was not in a hurry, gently stirring the wontons in the pot.

Finally, the old man put the wontons in the pot into a porcelain bowl, carefully sealed the mouth of the porcelain bowl with plastic wrap, then pulled a plastic bag from the side, and put the porcelain bowl containing the wontons firmly into the plastic bag. in the bag.

Holding the plastic bag, the old man came out of the kitchen,

"This is the wonton your mother asked for."

Before the old man came out of the kitchen, the middle-aged man greeted him, and then the old man handed the wonton in his hand to the middle-aged man.

"How much?" The middle-aged man took the wonton and asked aloud,

"It costs eight yuan on weekdays, so forget it today." The old man shook his head and said.

"Thank you..." The middle-aged man thanked him, and was about to leave with the wonton.

But after he glanced at the wontons in the bowl, he couldn't help hesitating,

The wontons in the bowl are as if soaked in boiling water, without oil or salt, and without any condiments.

Seeing this, the old man seemed to see the doubts of the middle-aged man, and said aloud:

"Actually, your mother doesn't like eating wontons very much."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was even more puzzled,

"When you were in junior high school, on your mother's birthday, you used the pocket money you had accumulated for two weeks to buy three taels of raw wonton for your mother, took it home, and cooked it for your mother. It was your first time In the kitchen, when the wontons were served to your mother, they were oil-free, salt-free, and overcooked..." The old man looked at the middle-aged man and said,

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the sound, and stood there, looking at Old Yang Tou, and then at the special bowl of wonton in his hand.

"Go, don't keep your mother waiting..." Old Yang waved his hand and said.

"Thank you...thank you..." The middle-aged man's eyes turned red, he thanked Lao Yang a few times in a row, and then quickly left with the wonton in hand.

……

The old man stood there, watching the middle-aged figure disappear into the alley, smiled, turned around, and walked towards Lian Ge and the others.

And at this time,

Outside the store door, a young man in his twenties looked into the store and walked in.

Hearing the sound, the old man turned around and glanced at the young man walking into the shop, then at Lian Ge,

Lian Ge smiled slightly at the old man, signaling him to greet other guests first.

The old man nodded and walked towards the young man who walked into the shop.

"Boy, what do you want to eat?"

Hearing this, the young man turned his gaze and looked at the old man. Looking at the old man, there was a hint of joy in the young man's eyes,

"Old Yang, do you remember me?"

Hearing this, the old man looked at the young man,

"You are... Zhang Yong, that kid who often comes with a girl, who tried to be brave several times and said it wasn't hot enough." The old man said with a smile.

"Yes, I'm Zhang Yong, I'm Zhang Yong..." The young man Zhang Yong looked a little excited, "I didn't expect it to be so many years, Old Yang, you still remember me."

"Remember, remember..." the old man replied with a smile,

"Today is the same as before, do you want meat wontons?"

"Put more chili." The young man happily found a seat near the kitchen and sat down.

"Okay, I'll put some more chili for you." The old man replied with a smile, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

……

"Old Yangtou, do you know that when I was in junior high school, I had little pocket money, so I saved up for a week before I came here to satisfy my greed... Hey, old Yangtou, do you still remember the little girl who came with me before?" Is it a girl?" The young man sat near the kitchen, waiting, and said into the kitchen.

"I remember, why don't I remember." Lao Yang gently stirred the wontons in the pot, and said with a smile, "You like little girls, every time you order too many wontons, you have to divide them in half." Give it to the little girl..."