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Zhao Yongqi was very happy to make a fuss. Not to mention the two beauties of Xiao Baozi and Yangmu, the two beauties, Lin Tian and others who were hiding invisible people in the corner were laughing constantly. In addition to Cheng He being unlucky, he could also laugh a few times at the beginning to stimulate the nerves of the male god, but soon there were only screams left, and finally the perpetrator breathed a sigh of relief.

He was breathless and just letting go of Cheng He. When Zhao Yongqi was about to speak, he suddenly made a sound and the door curtain was lifted up.

When he heard the sound, Zhao Yongqi and others' first reaction was to instantly pull the mask he pulled under his neck back up, covering most of his face, and then turned around and looked at it.

I saw a gray-black cotton coat standing outside the raised curtain, which looked torn and ragged. There were even many places where the cotton exposed on the rift could be seen. Unfortunately, the cotton that should have been snow-white now looks a little dark.

The old dog-skin hat with only half of his "ears" left on his head, his old cheeks were full of wrinkles, and the old man standing outside the door tremblingly looked a little frightened and uneasy.

Maybe it was the indoor heating that made the old man reluctant to leave, licked his chapped lips, the old man who looked like a beggar, asked tentatively: "Brother, is there anything to throw away? I haven't eaten for a long time this day, I'm so hungry, can I..."

"Come on, come in quickly." Zhao Yongqi smiled with his eyes, walked over and grabbed the old man's sleeves that were not only worn, but even slightly dissipated with a slight smell. He said softly: "It hasn't opened yet, so there are not anything to be dumped, but there are definitely fresh ones."

Although only half of his handsome face was seen, the old man seemed to be able to see the sincereness from the star eyes with a smile, and did not resist. Zhao Yongqi held his arm and walked into the room tremblingly.

"Brother He, move the heater next to you. Mumu, wash the bowl again. Little bun, go pour a glass of water for this old man." After holding the old man down, Zhao Yongqi turned around and gave the orders. Everyone responded and began to get busy. He nodded with satisfaction. When he turned around and looked at the old man again, he said softly with a smile: "You always sit back, I'll do it for you. But we are a small business here. Don't mind if you can sell some Yangchun noodles."

"Thank you, thank you." The old man nodded, his face full of touching expressions, but because of his simplicity, he didn't know what to say. The two words that spoke the most were thanks.

He didn't mind the old man's words either. Zhao Yongqi rolled up his sleeves, returned to the cooking table and washed his hands in the basin. Then he dug out the dough from the basin covered with a wet cloth, and instantly began to perform the hand-ramen with a very authentic technique.

The long stainless steel pot on the stove had already boiled hot water, and the slightly smaller pot on the other side continued to smell the fresh aroma of chicken soup. Within two minutes, the ramen that was as thin as silver shredded was thrown into the pot. After a while, the chicken soup was poured out and poured onion, and the fragrance spread inside made Xiaobaozi and others couldn't help swallowing.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yongqi used a large spoon to sift the slow-cooked chicken soup pot for a long time, took out a few chicken skeletons, spread them in a full bowl of noodles, and then shouted and took them to the old man, and said with a smile: "You always try it. It's not that I'm boasting that my noodles are definitely not as bad as those masters."

After saying thank you a few more times, the old man picked up the disposable chopsticks placed on the table and seemed to have all his thoughts on the fragrant noodles.

Unexpectedly, the old man seemed to be a good person. He lowered his head and tasted the soup first, then picked up a bunch of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth. After a while, the old man with his eyes shining, smiled and nodded to Zhao Yongqi repeatedly: "My brother's skills are really good, really good."

When Zhao Yongqi heard others' praise, his starry eyes narrowed. Even if he couldn't see his face, he could clearly see the happiness from the exposed part.

"You eat slowly, there is not enough." Zhao Yongqi didn't want to stand by and make people uncomfortable. After saying that, he turned around and returned to the cooking table, and simply packed up the things he had made during the ramen before, and then returned to the place where Cheng He and others were sitting in the distance.

Seeing Zhao Yongqi walking over, he was still wearing an apron, Xiao Baozi opened his mouth gently and asked, "Brother Qi, do you want to take off the apron first?"

"No need." Shi Shiran walked to Cheng Hebian to sit down. Zhao Yongqi smiled and waved his hand and said, "After a while, let Brother He go out to sell it. Maybe my horse will be busy, and it will be too troublesome to put on and take off."

Before she could forget the grudge she had teased herself before, Yang Mu immediately smiled and said, "You are almost lazy and you are even troublesome to take off your apron!"

"Hey, people like me who are model workers on the set and who are busy recording programs when they go out, they will even be said to be lazy and out of the way." Zhao Yongqi shook his head bitterly and said to Cheng He with a grievance: "Brother He, let those producers not shoot Yang Naiwu and Xiao Baicai in the future, and change to shoot Xiao Qi and Mu Mujie."

"Hahaha..." The people sitting around laughed loudly, and even Yang Mu couldn't stop her laughing, and began to habitually cover her mouth and laughed constantly.

The atmosphere of talking and laughing was very good. After about half an hour, the old man put down his chopsticks when the steamed buns were already out of the oven.

Zhao Yongqi, who had just moved the steamer to the side and let the stove out, turned around and saw the old man staring at him. He smiled and put down his hands, wiped his hands and walked over and said with a smile: "Is this the old man ready to eat? If you want to rest for a while, sit here. If there is something to do, go and do it." While taking away the bowls and chopsticks on the table, he looked at the old man and whispered softly.

Without waiting for the old man to reply, Zhao Yongqi seemed to have something ringing, and turned around and shouted to Cheng He: "Brother He, come here to pack a bag of steamed buns."

"Okay." Cheng He immediately moved the steamer without saying a word, and used a clip to make more than ten steamed buns in the steamer. He filled a small bag and put it in a hole to the table.

Seeing Cheng He put the steamed buns in front of the old man, Zhao Yongqi smiled and said, "You always take these and eat them with peace of mind, you don't have any money."

The old man's eyes turned red and he kept saying thank you. Then he picked up the bag and walked out slowly until he completely disappeared from Zhao Yongqi's sight.

The little bun, who had been standing quietly by the side, squatted to Zhao Yongqi, who was washing dishes on the ground, reached out to wipe the slight sweat from his forehead, and said softly: "Brother Qi, are you pitying that old man?"

"Yeah." Zhao Yongqi nodded with a smile, shook his head as a self-deprecatingly and said, "Besides being pitiful, it seems that I don't have much to do. But it's nothing. There are too many pitiful people in the world, and all I can do is this."

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