Trafford’s Trading Club

old Town.

Luo Qiu, who had not been back for a while, got up early this morning and came to this place.

Lao Chen's bun shop was not as crowded as usual.

Since Mr. and Mrs. Chen are not here, it seems that the tea here has become a little colder.

When Luo Qiu arrived, Chen Youjiu was kneading dough alone on the bun table. A new lady has been hired to wait in the store to greet the customers.

Luo Qiu sat back to his accustomed position. After Chen You kneaded a ball of dough, he stopped and sweated. When he saw Luo Qiu, Luo Qiu had been sitting there for about ten minutes.

Chen You, who inherited the bun shop, walked out with a smile and a small teapot. There was a rolled up white towel hanging around his neck, just like the old Chen.

Chen You said hello and sat down. From being reticent at the beginning, he gradually became more talkative, talking about things after Lao Chen's death.

"It sounds miraculous." Chen You shook his head and sighed: "The doctor said that my parents passed away peacefully, and it was the kind of nature that came to an end. I was thinking, when I went home for dinner that night , when I brought my wife and children with me, my dad already felt it, so he took out the real estate certificate and gave it to me."

When he said this, Chen You felt particularly sad.

At this time, the aunt in the new waiter brought a basket of freshly steamed buns. Luo Qiu picked one up and broke it open. The fresh meat filling had an appetizing aroma, and the white flour evaporated, giving it the unique fullness of this old shop.

"The buns are still there."

Luo Qiu took a bite and said, "The taste is still there."

Chen You must be one of those honest people. He smiled and said, "That's right. It took my dad a lifetime to have a generation of repeat customers. In the coming time, I will also have my own generation."

Chen You looked at the living room, which was far less lively than before, but at least half of the occupancy rate, with a satisfied smile, and said happily: "Two days ago, my boy told me that he would learn how to do it during the summer vacation. Buns."

From generation to generation, the fire is passed on, and it is good if it can be passed on.

"Brother Chen, I'll pack two cages." Luo Qiu smiled and said, "Invite people to eat."

Chen You said cheerfully: "Don't worry! I guarantee there will be plenty of stuffing!"

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Carrying a steaming bun, it would take at least an hour to get from the old city to a hotel in the city.

The reason why it still maintains the same enthusiasm as when it was first released is naturally because Boss Luo basically gave up all means of transportation as a means of transportation.

The room was tidied up, even the quilt was folded squarely and placed in the middle of the bed.

This room has not been checked out, but the off-white cloth bag is missing, the bamboo pole is also missing, and naturally the aunt is not here either.

Luo Qiu could probably think of somewhere.

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The car drove out of the gate of the community.

Fang Jiping, who was driving, glanced in the rearview mirror and saw an old woman sitting in the flower bed outside the community door, rubbing her legs.

Seeing that the car didn't follow the lane at all, Fang Ruchang beside him couldn't help but frowned and said, "Ji Ping, please concentrate on driving."

Fang Jiping turned around and subconsciously drove into the normal lane.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Ruchang asked curiously.

Fang Jiping said calmly: "It's nothing. What I just wanted to play... well, there are two measures that I should be able to do better."

Fang Ruchang seemed to have no doubts, nodded, closed his eyes, and sat quietly in the passenger seat.

After the car left, the lady sitting in the flower bed stood up while touching the bamboo pole. She had poor eyesight, but at least she could still see the location of the security booth at the door.

The aunt walked to the security booth. The security guard inside saw it and opened the door and came out. Probably because he couldn't help but see such an old man, he said, "Auntie, what are you doing here? Residents are not allowed to enter."

The aunt shook her head and said, "Brother, are you inviting someone here?"

The security guy was stunned... Of course being a security guard is a very boring job, so he patiently started chatting: "Mom, is it just you? What kind of job do you think you can find?"

"I can still do the work of weeding and sweeping the floor." The aunt said in a good voice, "I don't want money, and I don't want a place to live. Just let me eat here."

The security guard shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm not in charge of people's affairs... I said, you look too old and you're not in good health, so I probably won't invite you."

"Brother, help me, I really need a job, please."

Seeing this lady suddenly kneeling on the ground, begging hard, the little security guard couldn't help but feel embarrassed at this moment.

"Can you get up first... Well, let me ask for you. We are indeed recruiting some cleaning ladies here, but I can't tell if I don't invite you. After all, you do look..."

"I know, I know! Three meals a day... no, two meals will do... one meal will do too! I don't want anything else."

Maybe you're really hungry?

The little security guard couldn't help but sigh secretly. He looked back at this high-end community. The people inside were well-dressed, but the people outside were not necessarily so.

The way of the world, the way of the world, get rid of the way of the world.

"Manager? I'm Xiao Jiang, who is guarding the door...yes, yes...that's right, I have a fellow villager who just came out of the country. Security guard? No, no, cleaning aunt...um, um..."

If you can help, just help. The little security guard in the pavilion looked at the aunt outside the pavilion. They were all working outside to make ends meet. It was not easy for anyone.

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"Three meals a day, no accommodation. You don't want the wages. In addition, we don't sign a contract. If anything goes wrong, for example, if you get injured or something, we won't be responsible. Just think about it."

"Okay, okay!" The aunt nodded quickly.

What's the use of money? A rich family can only afford three meals a day.

She knew she didn't have much time.

All she wanted was to have a place far away, to be close, to see him quietly every day, and to know whether he was happy or unhappy, that was enough.

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The maid who was sitting quietly with her hands lightly folded on her lap suddenly turned her head.

A wisp of black smoke burst in from outside the door, and then a hoarse, old witch-like voice sounded: "Black Soul 18, I have met Miss Youye."

"Didn't I ask you to take good care of Miss Ren? Why did you leave privately?" the maid asked directly displeased.

Black Soul 18 quickly said: "That's right, last night, when I was with Miss Ren..."

Black Soul No. 18 said what he heard in the hut, "...that's what happened. Mr. Ye Yan seems to have an unusual relationship with the new owner, and Miss Ren and Officer Ma are not at ease either. It looks like that. I’m worried about what might happen next, so I’ll report back to you right away.”

"I understand." You Ye nodded, looked at Black Soul 18 expressionlessly and said, "You go back first, I will handle this matter personally."

Black Soul 18 naturally did not dare to stay any longer, so he turned into black smoke and left the club.

Youye looked at the Big Ben on the wall and stood up.

There is still some time to prepare lunch for the master, so let’s use this time to go out. (To be continued.)