Chapter 866 Breakfast

In the misty rain, Tang Wei stepped into the stagnant water. The heavy rain soaked his brand-name suit. He simply took off his coat and rolled it in his wrist. He lowered his head and ran away from the building quickly. When passing by the extinguished musical fountain, he couldn't help but look up at the towering point of the building behind him, as if he was reminded of some kind of 'looking down' gaze. He shuddered, lowered his head and quickened his pace.

Walking outside the Runde Building is the Garden Plaza, and next to the square is the commercial street. However, it is still less than six o'clock, and only sporadic early openings have opened their doors. Due to the heavy rain, the cleaning workers who swept the streets were nowhere to be seen. The streets and alleys were filled with cold rain stains that reflected the white light that had been paved earlier. Occasionally, you could hear the sirens of several fire trucks passing by, and then fell into a world of only rain. The sound was quiet, as if you could hear the raindrops from all over the world hitting the lawns all over the world.

Tang Wei walked in the rain and walked to the door of a shop with the name "Li's Steamed Bun Shop". The iron steamer opened by the proprietress in a white apron overflowed with hot steam, and when he glanced over it was filled with freshly baked meat. Steamed buns, the ones with leeks on the top are fresh meat buns, the ones with minced barbecued pork are left on the top are barbecued pork buns, there are also sugar buns and beef buns.

The business of the store has not officially started yet, which can be seen from the chairs inside that have their legs turned upside down on the table. However, there is a customer who got up early and occupied a table near the door of the store. Eating with a drawer of steamed buns and a bowl of soy milk with great concentration.

Tang Wei walked over and sat down together at the shared table. The man didn't mind it either. He was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and slippers. He looked like a young and handsome guy. He must have stayed up all night in some Internet cafe and came out to find something to eat. However, even the mobile phone base stations were down for several hours after the earthquake. Can Internet cafes still operate normally at this time?

Tang Wei didn't know and didn't care. He was in a very hungry state now. He waited without saying a word for the boss's wife to bring the buns and porridge to him. I wanted to burn my mouth, but when I saw Tang Wei's throat moving and gulping, gulping, and gulping, most of the bowl of porridge was bottomed out, I didn't know what to say, so I shook my head and went to do my own thing.

There was a drawer full of steamed buns, no matter what the fillings were. Tang Wei directly stuffed them into his mouth. He was so hungry. After drinking that glass of colorful wine, his whole body felt as if something had stolen his weight. Every cell in his body was malnourished, and now he only wanted to fill his stomach to get through this hunger.

Painful? Of course it is painful. If nothing happens, Tang Wei will have to feel this kind of pain every time in the future. This is the path he chose, and he has to finish it no matter how painful it is, because he is not taking this path for his own glory and wealth. It's for something more important than shit like glory and wealth.

I stuffed one bun after another into my mouth, biting half of it in one bite, and then swallowing it in one bite. Tang Wei was sullenly chewing on the buns, his mind was in a mess, and white steam was rising all over his body. Seeing his appearance, the proprietress not far away murmured that young people are so angry now! Who would have thought that what caused his appearance was the blood purified by the poison flowing in his veins? Every time the heart pumped, the more depressed he felt and the faster he ate the buns.

After finishing one drawer, another one came. Tang Wei's appetite was very good. He had never felt better. There were four fist-sized buns in one drawer. In the blink of an eye, he had finished the second drawer. The landlady brought two more drawers. Marveling at how much young people can eat now, Tang Wei really wanted to thank the landlady for her understanding and went straight to the two drawers, but he didn't expect that the guests sharing the table across the table took away one of the drawers. Only then did he realize that he was not the only one who could eat on the table. One - there are four or five small steamers stacked up in the hands of the guests opposite.

Tang Wei couldn't help but take another look at this guest, who was at least five or six years younger than him. He was a boy, so handsome that he felt a little ashamed of himself. But it didn't matter! His third young master has always adopted a mature and elite style, but from the opposite side, it looks like a classic modern idol style. There is no need to compare different styles together. Each one has its own way of being handsome!

But if this idol-style guy is so good at eating, his house will collapse if he is seen by a female fan, right? At the same time, he hadn't even eaten half of the new drawer of buns, but the other person had already reached for the last one. What kind of street eater is this?

But there was a tacit understanding. Tang Wei didn't talk to each other or discuss each other. Both of them were eating breakfast in silence, emptying out steamer baskets one after another. The landlady kept running around as if she had seen a ghost, until she finally said helplessly: It's sold out. This endless round of bun war is over.

They had eaten all the buns in the entire bun shop. If they wanted to eat more, they had to steam them immediately and have to wait for a long time.

Tang Wei finally managed to hold on, leaving the last drawer of buns in front of him untouched. He sat there and burped. The guest at the opposite table stood up. He was about to give a thumbs up to show that his brother could eat quickly. When he caught up with me, before the words came out of his mouth, I saw the other party holding a bowl to the iron bucket for porridge.

As Tang Wei sat there and ate, he watched helplessly as this buddy finished making the buns at the bun shop all morning with him, and then continued to show off the porridge they had made earlier, pouring bowl after bowl into his stomach. After finishing the bucket of 'peanut pulp porridge', move on to the next bucket of 'mung bean porridge'.

The landlady and Tang Wei were amazed when they saw that. The landlady said that the store didn’t need to open this morning, and you two would cover my sales. After saying that, she stood in front of the store, probably because she was afraid that Tang Wei and these people would do it. If the guest doesn't show moral integrity, he will eat and run away.

Tang Wei just sat there and watched the young boy drink porridge, because he was really curious about how much the other party could eat, and the other party didn't care about his curiosity or the praise of the landlady at all. He just ate alone, eating so well. Calling someone relish doesn't sound like eating to death.

In the end, the mung bean porridge was finished, and half of the kimchi served with the porridge in the store was eaten. The landlady asked the customer if he wanted to pack up half of the remaining kimchi and take it away. The customer finally spoke, but declined. The reason It’s because eating too much kimchi can easily lead to cancer, but it’s quite healthy! The question is, can people who maintain good health eat so much in one meal? You are not afraid of gastric perforation!

What the landlady was most worried about did not happen in the end, and the customer was ready to pay. After all, this was a meal at the breakfast shop, not a big meal at "Yangquan Restaurant" or "Lijing Hotel". The total amount of steamed buns and porridge for the whole morning was only Two to three hundred dollars. But before the guest could take out the money, Tang Wei waved his hand and said, "I'll treat you to this meal. I've never seen someone who can eat like this. It's an eye-opener."

After the money was paid, the landlady happily went to clean up and wash the dishes. Tang Wei and the guest were left sitting at the table near the door looking at the rainy garden square outside. The two of them didn't say much, probably just eating. It wasn't until later that Tang Wei couldn't hold it any longer and asked, "Brother, how can you be so good at eating? You are a reincarnation of a loser!"

The customer simply replied that professional athletes have special ways of digesting food. Their stomach bags are naturally several times larger than others and can hold a lot more food. Their gastric acid secretion is also much faster, so they digest while eating.

Tang Wei was temporarily convinced by this reason. Because he had read little, he thought the explanation was very scientific, but in fact it was quite scientific, so he didn't ask any more questions. But the guest looked him up and down because he started talking, looked at his face emphatically for a while, nodded with understanding, and then asked Tang Wei if he still wanted to eat the remaining buns, or not. Don't waste it.

"I have to take it back and leave it for my father. He can only eat liquid food in the hospital, so I was thinking about tearing the bun into pieces and putting it in the porridge for him to drink." Tang Wei shook his head and said.

"Is your father hospitalized? What disease does he have?" the guest asked after hearing this.

"It's not an illness, it's a car accident." Tang Wei looked at the dark and heavy rain outside the store, "What happened half a year ago was quite unlucky. I was hit while walking at a zebra crossing at a traffic light. I heard that the other party was sentenced to drunk driving and he also lost money. , but things still happened.”

"is it serious?"

"I received the critical illness notice so many times that I was numb until later." Tang Wei took a deep breath and took out a bag of 'Zhonghua' from his trousers and shook one out to the guest, but was waved off as a sign of no. "I heard from the doctor that there was something wrong with his internal organs and his spine was broken. He will probably be paralyzed for the rest of his life after he recovers. My father did no evil or bad things in the first half of his life. Maybe he got retribution because he raised me, an unfilial son, who brought harm to society. Alright."

"But you don't look like an unfilial son. At least you can remember to bring breakfast to your father." The guest looked at Tang Wei.

"No matter what, it's daddy who fed me until I grew up. Hey, he pulled me up. My mother used to go south to work and left us father and son behind. He was the only one who raised me like this and worked as a worker in a factory. For most of my life, when I became an adult, he gave his job to me and I went to keep the warehouse to support my family. He has been wasted on me for the rest of his life, so I have to be conscientious and send him away for the rest of my life, right?" Tang Wei lowered his head. The lighter was probably out of gas for a long time, but the customer suddenly reached over and snapped his fingers in front of his cigarette, causing the cigarette to ignite with a crackling sound in the air.

"What kind of magic is this?" Tang Wei was stunned for a moment.

"A little trick, you can do it if you snap your fingers fast enough." The customer said casually, "Aren't you planning to give up treatment? It's very expensive to be hospitalized like this, isn't it? Are you planning to let your father stay in the hospital for the rest of his life?"

"As long as I can still move and make money, let him continue to treat medicine. If the hospital can buy it, I will probably find a way to buy it." Tang Wei stood under the rain curtain in front of the store and puffed away, making it difficult to see his expression. , "My dad is a stubborn idiot who invested everything in me. One of the two men in the family is stupid and the other is always awesome. I have to find ways to make him live a better life in the future."

"Can your father never be cured again?" the guest asked.

"Not necessarily." Tang Wei held a cigarette and looked at the high-rise buildings outside in the heavy rain and was silent for a long time. "After my father had a car accident, someone came to me and said they could cure my father, but he took a heretical way. And the asking price is very high, and money can’t handle it.”

"Is it reliable?"

"Regardless of whether it's reliable or not, I think I'll give it a try if I have the chance. Maybe I can help my dad come out of the hospital and stand up again."

"There is always a price for side-tracking."

"So I have to step in the way for him first." Tang Wei sighed, "You can't just give up on everything."

"Then have you ever thought that your father doesn't want to see you get to that point? He's afraid that you won't be able to come back if you get stuck."

Tang Wei paused for a moment, then turned back and glanced inexplicably at the boy sitting behind the table. His expression was very normal, just like he was having a normal chat. He thought for a moment, shook his head, smiled and said, "You often read comics at your age, right? I've also watched a lot of cartoons, and what you said sounds very Japanese."

The guest said nothing, just shrugged noncommittally.

"What the hell, I'm doing it for his own good anyway. I don't care if he forced me to do so much afterwards. No matter what, it's better than lying in bed for the rest of my life. Afterwards, he beat me up and I don't recognize my son. I don't care." ." Tang Wei waved his hand and spit into the rain, a trace of loneliness and irritability flashed in his eyes.

"He's already like that, how can it get any worse? If the sky falls, I'll just help him hold it in. If he can't hold it in, why don't we both end up together? He's my father, and he said he can understand whatever I do. Me. But whether I want to be whipped with a belt or not is another matter. It’s worth it if I can let him walk out of the hospital again and whip me again. I was originally planning to find a stepmother for me.”

"It seems that you have made up your mind. But the people you mentioned who can help you don't seem to be very kind to me."

"So what?" Tang Wei laughed in a low voice, "Brother, I can't help it. Now I am helping others when they talk about things. If they are unhappy, my father will have to die in the hospital. I am not the only one who can help others." Is capitalism a dog? Maybe it’s quite fucked if you get used to it in front of others.”

"Isn't it like this in movies? People who say they give you the last hope are actually liars and deserve to die," the guest said.

"Oh, to be honest, I always thought they had a problem, but there was no evidence. I even thought about what happened to my dad that day." Tang Wei looked up at the Twin Towers in the distance and murmured in a low voice, but stopped cautiously mid-sentence. Shut up.

He twisted the cigarette butt in his hand and then threw it into the water and extinguished it with a 'sizzle' sound. He shook his head in frustration, "Damn, let's not talk about these things that we have and don't have."

He walked back to the table and brought away the few steamed buns and a bowl of uneaten porridge that the landlady had packed. He looked at the guests at the table and said, "Brother, I'm going to the hospital first. I won't eat so much in the morning from now on." . Even athletes are wary of causing stomach problems after eating, so be careful."

The guests looked at him and nodded, watching as he unfolded the suit hanging on his wrist, wrapped the bag of buns and porridge, rushed behind the rain curtain, and disappeared amidst the distant footsteps. At this time, the landlady happened to come over and saw the boy with a big appetite standing up from the table, and asked, "Are the guests leaving?"

"Finally, I'll buy something to take away." The boy took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"There are no more steamed buns, and the porridge has to be re-cooked. The next round will be half an hour later, so don't eat it if you ask me to do so. This is not how you eat if you are a big eater, and our store doesn't have any bonuses for you." The landlady thought for a while and said, "How about you come back later tomorrow morning and I'll prepare more free food for you, but I need to find someone to take photos and promote it!"

"No, I'm not buying buns." The boy waved his hand and walked to the dough kneading counter and glanced at the dough-sharpening knife standing on it, "How do you sell the knife?"

"Chop knife? Kitchen knives are not for sale. Why are you buying this second-hand product? How can I do business if I buy it?" The landlady was stunned.

"Isn't there no business this morning?"

"Hey, that's what I said, but" the proprietress suddenly stopped talking, because the boy casually picked up the kitchen knife stained with flour on the table, and holding it in his hand gave her an indescribable sharp feeling.

"Forget it, sell it to me. The knife is very good. I can't use the one I have at home for the time being. I don't have time to buy a new one. I'll just buy yours." The boy took out a wad of cash from his shorts and put it in the hands of the landlady. .

The landlady didn't dare to speak because the knife was not in her hand. She could only watch as the boy in T-shirt and shorts put his pocket in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, and disappeared into the heavy rain outside the store in slippers.

Walking out of the breakfast shop, in the heavy rain, Lin Nian, who was soaked and holding a kitchen knife, looked up at the flashing red high-altitude obstruction lights on the top floor of the Twin Towers. He took out his mobile phone with his hand in his pocket, dialed the number he had entered long ago, and waited until the answer After the call, he spoke, "I'm full. Let Mandy make a call to inform the people in that building: Except for the leader, all other workers should get out. I'm going in."