Dark Matter Museum

The wholesale food market opens at two o'clock in the morning and closes at three o'clock in the morning.It is really hard to say that the breakfast shop is hard.The boss closes the stall in the afternoon on weekdays. After dinner, he goes to bed around 6 o'clock, and sleeps until a little later.After getting up to wash, simply eat something, and then drove a small truck to the wholesale market to select ingredients for the whole day.

Because of the influence of African swine fever, today's pork has risen a bit, and it is not fat or thin.Picking and picking only found a few pieces of qualified pork. After buying other ingredients, the boss dragged the ingredients back to the breakfast shop.

It took a lot of time to pick pork today, so he arrived at the store later than usual.As soon as the rolling shutter door was opened, after unloading the cargo, I suddenly heard a strange sound coming from nearby.

It was a crutches, the strange noise of limping.

The voice went from far to near, and soon came to the door of the boss' shop.The boss was a little surprised. As soon as he was about to turn his head, he heard several knocks on his rolling door.

The midnight wind blew past, and the knock on the door was not small, but it seemed very gloomy and rapid.

The boss couldn't help but sneered and asked subconsciously, "Who, it's not three o'clock now. I won't open the door until six o'clock."

"Xiao Li, Xiao Li. This is Aunt Wang," the person outside the door replied.

"Aunt Wang?" The boss was stunned.This voice is indeed from Aunt Wang.My own breakfast shop has been open for more than 20 years, and Aunt Wang usually comes to the shop to buy breakfast every other time.And she could not walk steadily, often sticking a cane.It turned out that the sound of crutches I heard was from Aunt Wang.

But Aunt Wang usually walks very slowly, why is that so much faster today?She is an old lady in her eighties, can she walk so fast?But the boss didn't think about this detail.

"Yes, Xiao Li. Aunt Wang came to beg you for something." Aunt Wang said through the rolling door.

"What's the matter, Aunt Wang."

"Xiao Li, my son is hungry. But there is only your store nearby, which opened the door first. Can you help him get something to eat?" Aunt Wang said.

"This, but I haven't opened the door yet." The boss was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, just make anything you like. My son doesn't have a bad mouth. There is little food at home. My son cleans up the old bacon that I have stored in my refrigerator for a few years. The rice is cooked and eaten, but he still Hungry." Aunt Wang begged, "I really can't do it. You do it well, Xiao Li. Auntie has money, and if you let my son eat whatever you want, it's a big help to auntie."

To be honest, he often saw Aunt Wang for decades, but the boss had never seen Aunt Wang’s son.It is said that the young man suffered some setbacks when he was young.

It's not easy for anyone.The boss sighed and was moved by Aunt Wang's pleading, and opened the rolling door to let Aunt Wang in.As soon as the shutter door was torn open, a strange smell came oncoming.

All the shops on the narrow streets are closed.The street lights on both sides of the road were so dim that they couldn't see the road at all.Only the light of the breakfast shop cuts the darkness around, like a lone boat in the sea.

Sure enough, two people stood at the door.Aunt Wang, who was sticking a cane, leaned over, and next to her was a crooked middle-aged man.The man wore a cotton-padded jacket and hat and could not see his face clearly.

This should be Aunt Wang's son.

"Thank you, Xiao Li. I put my son here to sit." Aunt Wang, who was in her eighties, helped the weak middle-aged man to the seat closest to the door, waited on him and sat down and wiped it. Put the sweat on your head.

She tremblingly took out a cloth bag in her pocket, which was a handkerchief with a thick pile of money inside.Probably several thousand yuan.

"Xiao Li, if my son wants to eat, please trouble you to cook it for him. I still have something to deal with at home. I'll go back and pick him up later." Aunt Wang put the money on the table.

The boss hurriedly stopped: "If you don't want it, I just cook a bowl of noodles for him. I don't think he can eat anything."

He thought to himself, a middle-aged man with no strength, besides, had already made the bottom line at home.How much can you eat?

Aunt Wang grinned, how strange she looked.Insisting on putting the money down, he walked towards home with a trembling stick on his crutches.When she was about to walk to the door, Aunt Wang suddenly seemed to think of something, and suddenly turned her head and exhorted: "Xiao Li, you can cook everything for my son."

"I know, I open a breakfast shop and eat a lot. I can't starve your son."

"That's good, that's good." Aunt Wang was still worried: "There is one more thing, Xiao Li, you must remember. Tell my son to do everything, but don't let him nod."

"Ah, why?" the boss asked subconsciously.

"He has a sprained neck, so he can't nod or nod." Aunt Wang gave her son a deep look, and exclaimed: "Absolutely, you can't let him nod."

While speaking, reluctantly left.When her skinny, staggering body disappeared into the darkness.He and Aunt Wang's son were the only two left in the secluded street.

The yin wind blew in, causing him to make several cold swings.The boss hurriedly pulled down the rolling door and looked at Aunt Wang's son.

"Brother, what's your name, this is the first time I have seen you in so many years. What do you want to eat?" The boss rubbed his hands, looked at the money on the table, and silently put it away.I thought that if this kid didn't eat much, everyone in the neighborhood would not charge money.Make a change and return the money intact.

"My name is Zhao Kun." The middle-aged man with his face buried in his collar and hat said, "Boss, eat two cages of steamed buns first."

"Okay, two cages of small steamed buns? My small steamed buns are full of ingredients. You may not finish eating them." The boss kindly replied.Even a strong man of 1.8 meters and two cages of small buns is almost the same.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Kun swallowed, "It's bigger."

"Huh?" His voice was as soft as a mosquito, but the boss didn't hear it clearly.

Zhao Kun reached out and pointed to the large steamer that was already wrapped on the table, ready to be served after four o'clock.The boss was stunned: "Brother, didn't you kid me?"

This steamer is a full one meter two in diameter, so it can only be hugged by an adult.One bite of steamer can make about 50 big meat buns.Counting it down, two steaming pots and more than 30 kilograms of steamed buns, not to mention a thin person like him, even five men who often do physical work can't eat it for an hour.

"My mom gave me money, I'm going to eat two cages of big steamed buns." Zhao Kun said slowly, "Boss, I'm hungry, your steamed buns won't steam well for a while. Let me cook a big steamed bun first. Pot noodles."