Trafford’s Trading Club

Old town.

Haven't been back in a while, Rochu woke up this morning for some time and came to this place.

Old Chen's bakery doesn't have a lot of people.

Old Chen is not here, it seems that the tea here is cooler too.

When Lo Qiu arrived, Chen Yu was rubbing dough on the bakery by himself. A new aunt came back to greet the guests.

Lochu still sat back where he was used to. Chen Yu rubbed the dough and then stopped and touched the sweat. When he saw Rochu, Rochu had been sitting for about ten minutes.

Chen, who inherited the bakery, smiled and walked out with a small teapot. With a rolled white towel around his neck, he looks like old Chen.

Chen Yu said hello and sat down. From the initial oligarchy to the later slow increase in speech, it's all about something old and old.

“It's amazing, too.” Chen Yu shook and shook. "The doctor said that my parents were very quiet and that it was the kind of nature that came to an end. I was wondering if my dad already had feelings when I came home for dinner that night and brought my wife and kids with me, so I brought out all the property certificates. ”

Speaking of which, Chen Yu is particularly sad.

At this time, the aunt of the new runway came with a newly steamed bun. Luo Qiu picked up one, broke it open, fresh meat filling with an appetizing aroma, white flower flour evaporated with the characteristic fullness of this old shop.

“The bun's still here. ”

Rochu bit, “The taste is still there. ”

Chen Yu belongs to that kind of honest person. “That's right, my dad ran a whole life to have a generation of returning customers. Next time, I'll have my own generation. ”

Chen Yu looked far from the lively living room before, but there was at least half the seating rate, with a slightly satisfied smile, especially happy: “The other day, my boy told me to learn to make buns with me in the summer vacation. ”

Generations, pay fires are passed on, it's good to pass them on.

“Brother Chen, I pack two cages.” Rocciu smiled. “Someone will eat it. ”

Chen Yu opened his arms: “Don't worry! Guaranteed filling! ”

……

Take a generation of hot buns, from the old town to a hotel in the city, for at least an hour.

The reason why the heat of the first cage is still maintained is naturally because Boss Lo essentially abandoned all means of transportation as a step forward.

The room was very tidy and even the quilt was stacked squarely in the middle of the bed.

This room is not checked out, but the gray white cloth bag is missing, the bamboo pole is missing, and the nature lady is not here.

Somewhere, Rochu might have thought of it.

……

……

The sedan leaves the gates of the neighborhood.

The driving square looked in the rearview mirror and saw the garden position outside the community door. An old woman was sitting at this moment rubbing her legs.

Watching the sedan not follow the driveway at all, the side had to wrinkle its eyebrows: “Ji Ping, drive harder. ”

Fong Jiping turned around and subconsciously drove into the normal driveway.

“What are you thinking?” As usual, one has to be curious.

"Nothing, just something I wanted to play… well, there are two bars I think I can do better. ”

As if he had no doubt, he nodded and closed his eyes and sat quietly in the passenger seat.

After the sedan left, the lady sitting in the garden stood up touching the bamboo pole. She has poor eyesight, but at least she can see where the security kiosk is at the door.

The old lady walked to the security booth and the security guard opened the door when he saw it. Probably seeing an old man like that can't harden his heart either, "What are you doing here, madam? Not that residents can't get in. ”

The old lady shook her head and said, "Brother, are you hired here? ”

The security guys stunned... of course, security is a very boring job, so patience starts to pull things off nicely: "Just you, ma'am? What kind of job do you think you'll find? ”

“I can still do the weeding and sweeping.” The old lady was so cheerful: “I don't want money, I don't want to live there. Just let me have a bite to eat here. ”

The security guard shook his head: “Sorry, ma'am, I'm not in charge... I said you look too old and inconvenient, I don't think you'll be invited. ”

“Brother, help me, I really need a job, please. ”

Watching the old lady suddenly kneel on the ground, looking painfully begging, the little security guard made the heart, this has to be difficult.

“Will you get up first... Alas, let me ask you something. There are some cleaning aunts here, but please don't ask me if I'm right. After all, you do look...”

“I know, I know! Three meals a day... No, two meals... one meal! I don't want anything else. ”

Probably really hungry?

The little guard had to sigh in secret. He looked back at the high-end neighborhood, where people were dressed bright, but not necessarily outside.

To the world, to the world of TM.

“Manager? I am Xiaojiang, the doorman... Yes, yes... Here's the thing, I have a hometown and just got out of the country. Security? No, Auntie Cleaning... Mmm-hmm..."

If you can help me, the little security guard in the pavilion is watching the lady outside the pavilion, eating outside is not easy for anyone.

……

“Three meals a day, not wrapped. You said no. Besides, we don't sign contracts, and if something goes wrong, like you get hurt or something, we're not responsible. You think well.”

“All right, all right!” The old lady hurried to the head.

What's the use of money? It's only three meals a day.

She knows she doesn't have much time.

She only wants to be far away, far away to be able to have a place, close, to be able to look at it quietly every day, knowing whether he is happy or unhappy is enough.

……

……

Sitting quietly, the maid with her hands folded over her legs suddenly turned her head.

A black smoke came in through the door and then rang a dull, old witchy voice: “Black Soul 18, met Miss Yunight. ”

“Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on Miss Ren? Why did you leave in private?” The maid was directly unhappy.

Black Soul 18 hastily said: “Yes, last night, when I followed Miss Ten..."

Black Soul 18 turned away what he heard in the cabin, “… that's how it happened. The Mr. Ye Yan seemed to have an unusual relationship with the new owner, and Miss Ren and Officer Ma seemed uncomfortable. I'm worried about what might happen next, so I'll report back to you right away. ”

“I get it.” Unight nodded and looked at Black Soul 18 with no expression: "You go back first, I'll take care of this myself. ”

Dark Soul 18 naturally dared not to stay, and turned black smoke and left the club.

Unight looked at the big dumb clock on the wall and got up.

There's still some time left to prepare lunch for the owner, so take this time to go out.