Chapter 500

Chapter 500

"Let's go in and have a look." Tang Feng walked towards the shop while talking.

Lin Mengjia looked at the little girl and Zhou Wan, and seeing that they were also looking at her inquiringly, she nodded, and the three of them followed Tang Feng and entered the shop.

This small shop is not big. There are several sets of tables and chairs that look very old. There are two tables of customers eating. There is no air conditioner installed in the shop, and there are two fans "whirling" at them. blowing.

Fortunately, the temperature has dropped now, and a few people didn't feel very hot when they entered the door.

Near the door leading to the back kitchen, there is a not-so-large counter. Behind the counter, an old man in his sixties, wearing a large white vest, is holding a fan .

"Boss, here are four bowls of mutton steamed buns and four bowls of roujiamo," Tang Feng walked up to the counter and said to the old man, "Three bowls of steamed buns are not spicy, and one bowl is more spicy."

"Okay." The old man stood up immediately, with a smile on his wrinkled face, "You guys can find a place to sit, it will be ready soon!" As he spoke, he shook his fan, opened the door curtain, and faced The kitchen walked quickly.

Tang Feng sat on the biggest table near the door, Lin Mengjia also brought the little girl to sit with Zhou Wan, and asked curiously, "Is this old man the boss you have seen before?"

Tang Feng nodded and said with a smile, "That's right, it's him. Although he's gotten older over the years, I still recognize him."

The little girl looked around, carefully looked at everything in the small shop, looked at it for a while, and then said: "But, why are there so few people here? Dad, you said the food here is delicious, how can there be so few customers? "

At the next table, a guest who was eating a big bowl of noodles raised his head, glanced at them, squinted his eyes and said, "Are you from other places? I didn't expect that there are still people coming here to eat old man Yang's. Paomo! You really know the goods, the paomo he made tastes like a must."

Tang Feng saw that the man was about the same age as the boss, who was also over fifty years old, and hearing him speak like this, he was sure that he was familiar with the boss, so he asked, "Why do you say that? Could it be that the taste is not as good as it used to be?" Is it gone?"

"The taste hasn't changed, it's just that the people in this alley have changed." The guest put down his chopsticks, and shook his head with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Don't talk nonsense, just say what you want to say, and don't talk nonsense if you don't want to. Isn't that old man Yang's current state forced by that bastard Sun Dapao!" The guest on the other table raised his voice and interrupted. road.

Tang Feng looked over, he was a man in his forties, with a round face, fat, bald head, eating noodles, but the noodles had bottomed out, and he was drinking soup from a bowl. He was already fat and couldn't stand the heat. The shop was already sweating profusely, and after drinking the hot soup with a layer of chili oil, big drops of sweat dripped down his bald forehead, and he wiped it with a few napkins. Khan, while speaking a little angrily.

It sounds like there is a reason behind it, Tang Feng was about to ask, but the old man shook his head and said: "Be quiet! Walls have ears!"

"If I was afraid of these grandchildren, I wouldn't come to Old Man Yang to eat noodles!" The fat man still had a resentful expression. He had already finished his soup, stood up, took out 20 yuan from the pocket of his fat shorts, and put it in the table, and walked towards the door.

When Tang Feng passed by him, he said to him: "My friend, is it convenient to tell me what happened in this shop?"

The fat man stood still, and while standing in the ventilated place at the door, he wanted to speak, but the old man winked at him desperately.

Tang Feng glanced at him again, and said calmly: "We are all foreigners, and we are leaving Xijing tomorrow, so why not talk about it?"

"Don't get me wrong, that's not what I meant," the old man pointed to the left and right sides with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face, and said, "I'm afraid they might hear you."

The fat man also seemed to be a bit apprehensive, and he didn't care about the sweat all over his head, so he walked back into the small shop and said to Tang Feng, "Have you eaten steamed buns from Old Man Yang's before?"

"I came here once a few years ago." Tang Feng nodded.

"Back then, the alley was different from what it is now."

"totally different."

There was a wry smile on the fat man's face, and he said: "This alley developed three years ago and became a commercial street. The old neighbors around have basically sold out their stores and moved to other places. Old man Yang is a widow. The man left this storefront and the two upstairs rooms, and relied on this craftsmanship to make a living, and the money he got from selling the storefront was not enough for him to open a store in another place, so he refused to sell it.”

Lin Mengjia was a little puzzled and said: "Since this place has been developed, the price of this small shop should not be low, so how could it not be enough to open a shop elsewhere?"

The old man who was still eating noodles said: "It was just developed, and the buyer didn't pay a lot of money for the acquisition. Although it exceeded the original price of these houses, it was far from enough to re-buy the storefront."

An angry expression immediately appeared on the fat man's face, he pointed out and said, "When you came, did you see the storefronts on both sides? Those are all owned by Sun Dapao. He bought half of the street in one go. , I want to build an antique street, but Old Man Yang refuses to sell this store, which ruins his good business, and he will come here to make trouble here every now and then, after a long time, who dares to eat here?"

Lin Mengjia couldn't help frowning, and said, "Could it be that no one cares?"

The fat man said: "If you want to control it, you have to have evidence! Sun Dapao's people are very cunning!"

The old man nodded and said indignantly: "I always come to serve seven or eight people together, order food, and pick and choose after coming up, saying it is not fresh, saying there are bugs, saying that I have diarrhea after eating, how can there be such a thing?" Waiting for something! I have eaten steamed buns at Old Man Yang's place for thirty years, and it's fine!"

The fat man added: "They are loud and noisy, and they make noise every few days, and they have to choose the time when there are most tourists. In the past, the people who lived here were old neighbors. They knew everything and didn't care about it. But in recent years, this originally The neighbors have all moved away, and the main source of customers who come to eat are tourists, and if they make a fuss, who would dare to come?"

"Old man Yang is running a small business, and he didn't save much money. He can't afford to renovate this store. It's been a long time, and it looks dilapidated. Some people thought it would be unhygienic. With such a disturbance, there are no customers coming."

The old man and the fat man each said a few words, and Tang Feng could understand the ins and outs.

Just when the two of them were still waiting to say a few more words, they only heard Old Man Yang's voice from the back kitchen: "Here comes the steamed bun!"

Then, there was a rush of footsteps.