The next morning, just a little light appeared in the east, and Madam Lin came to the well with a basin of clothes.

The alley is very quiet, and every household has not yet gotten up. Only the door panel of the bun shop shows a faint light. Lady Lin thought to herself that no wonder Boss Meng’s buns are sold so well. She is really capable and is busy no matter how sooner or later.

When it was dawn, she had already washed a large basin of clothes. Some women who were getting up early ran to the big toilet with urine buckets, while others were yawning and rubbing their eyes to the bun shop.

The steaming buns are neatly arranged in a large bamboo cage, and the lid is opened and the whole alley is filled with an attractive fragrance.

The alley is not big, but the bun shop is very famous. People from several streets around come to buy buns here to eat.

It is said that Boss Meng has a secret recipe for ancestral history. The stuffing ingredients he made have his own unique methods. No other buns are comparable. Even if they are a little more expensive than others, they can always be sold out in the morning. The buns are sold in a few cages of buns in the morning and evening, and they usually close the door tightly. Some people teased Lao Meng because he was afraid that someone would learn the skills, so he locked him up at home every day to make up the stuffing himself. Lao Meng smiled and wiped his hand on the apron: "That's right, you can't eat enough and your apprentice starves to death."

Lao Meng is the only one who is in the bun shop inside and outside. A woman who loves to be a matchmaker joked that Lao Meng doesn’t want to find a wife because she earns so much money. It would be great if she has a woman to take care of her and sleep warmly at night. Let me tell you about a matchmaker?

Lao Meng shook his head: "At this age, it won't harm other girls."

"Girl? It seems that Lao Meng doesn't like a girl, so find someone..."

The woman's eyes looked at Lady Lin, who was rubbing clothes at the door, and lowered her voice and said, "Look at how Lady Lin is. She is good-looking, has a good temper, is capable, and is clean and neat. She will definitely live a prosperous life with you."

Lao Meng sighed: "I'm afraid she's still thinking about Dalinzi, so how can I compare to Dalinzi?"

This is to be honest. Dalinzi people are good-looking, tall, wide shoulders, and handsome, and they are even more beautiful to their wives and children.

"Hey, Lao Meng, you old boy is actually quite capable, you can't forget Lady Lin's comfortably and Da Linzi. That's right, if Da Linzi comes back one day and settles the score with you, you can't beat it." After the woman finished eating the buns, she looked at Lao Meng with her teeth and smiled.

Lao Meng is not tall, he is very sturdy and has a poor appearance. If he hadn't had the skill of making buns and earned money, other conditions would be incomparable to Dalinzi.

"Come back. Haha, wait." Lao Meng didn't say anything, that was a dream. He wouldn't come back.

Of course, this cannot be said to outsiders, I can only be secretly proud of myself.

When the woman left, she suddenly turned around and said, "I saw you bring back an apprentice the night before? Why haven't you seen anyone these days?"

"That little man, I can only eat anything but not cook. I was killed with two buns that night."

The woman grinned and said, "Lao Meng, you are quite kind-hearted, why don't you beat me and us buns?"

"Haha, you are capable, diligent and able to make money. Isn't you looking down on you for two buns?"

"A man is a big man, he is really good at talking." The woman glanced at Lao Meng's lower body. To facilitate work, Lao Meng always wore a coarse jacket, revealing a little chest, and the waist of the pants was tied tightly. The pants were slightly shaped. The woman's face heated up and she muttered in a low voice, "Okay, Lao Meng, you really have the capital like a donkey."

Lao Meng smiled, reached out to grab three buns, and handed them to the woman in an old newspaper. The woman took the bun and reached out to scratch his palm.

Lao Meng whispered: "Come here at nine o'clock in the evening?"

The woman nodded, then flew with her eyes and twisted her waist and left.

Lao Meng looked at the woman's back and thoughtfully. At this time, she saw that Lady Lin had finished washing clothes and came over with a basin. Lao Meng greeted warmly: "Madam Lin, come and eat buns, and bring one for Nannan."

Lady Lin shook her head: "My family wants to fulfill their wishes, and they can't eat meat."

Lao Meng said, "Da Linzi is gone, what else can I wish?"

Madam Lin's face immediately changed: "Old Meng, you can't talk nonsense. My Dalinzi is fine, what does it mean to be gone?"

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Madam Lin's face immediately changed: "Old Meng, you can't talk nonsense. My Dalinzi is fine, what does it mean to be gone?"

Lao Meng laughed a few times, and smiled and said that Madam Lin felt very uncomfortable. She walked home with a basin angrily. Lao Meng looked at her slender waist and her thin body that could not be covered with coarse cloth clothes, and couldn't help but lick her lips.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, a figure gently knocked on the door of the bun shop.

The door opened a crack and the figure flashed in quickly.

"No one knows you're here, right?"

Lao Meng asked with her arms around the woman.

The woman said proudly: "No, my house went to get yellow soup outside. When I came out, I looked around, and there was no one in the alley."

She started to complain again when she said this: "That slut, if you drink too much yellow soup, that thing is not good, it is soft and soft like a rotten eggplant. How can you be as expensive as you, Lao Meng, and it's worth it if you die if you get killed."

"It's worth it if you really die?"

Lao Meng's hands were fumbled down the woman's neck, back and buttocks, and well, her waist was also very plump. This kind of oil can be refined, and it can be used for a long time.

"Really." The woman's hand also groped downwards and grabbed somewhere in Lao Meng's lower body through her pants. She couldn't wait to hug Lao Meng and walked inside.

Soon, there was a burst of rain and moaning in the middle. Lao Meng was worried that someone would hear it, so he covered the woman's mouth with all his might. The woman kept shouting: "It's worth it if you die."

She had long seen Lao Meng, the old boy, and finally got her wish today.

Lao Meng whispered in her ear: "You saw that child and I come in the door?"

The woman agreed.

"You saw it alone? Did anyone else see it?"

"No, no, who will go out in the middle of the night?"

"Miss Lin often washes clothes in the middle of the night, but didn't see it?"

"You are stupid. It was raining that night. Can she go to the wellhead to wash clothes?" The woman grabbed Lao Meng's back and suddenly became jealous. "Okay, it turns out that you are really thinking about Miss Lin."

As he said that, he hugged Lao Meng hard: "Good man, I'm going to die."

"You are going to die." Lao Meng looked at her with a smile, and a hint of shyness flashed in the woman's eyes, "It's all strange..."

The next words were not finished, because Lao Meng's hands had pinched her neck, his face was tightly pursed, his whole body was tense, and the woman tasted the taste of indulgence for the last time in the world, and then she died, her eyes widened, and the flush on her face gradually faded.

Lao Meng gasped and let go of his hand, staring at the woman's fat body: "It's all your fault, I have to stare at me."

He reached out and touched the woman's upper body, slapped her a few times, and said happily: "This good body is not a waste of meat, and can refine a large bucket of oil."

Lao Meng put the woman on the chopping board and turned around to find the knives for the bones.

This woman's body is too fat and can only refine oil. Unlike Dalinzi, it is really a good way to work. The meat on her body is fat and lean, and the fillings that are chopped out are particularly chewy. The little beggar she brought back that night was too thin and could only cook the big bone soup for a few days. When mixing the filling, mix it in and add some fragrance.

If you want to make this stuffing of buns well, Lao Meng has an exclusive secret recipe.
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