Song Zhaozhao had just finished making scrambled eggs with leeks and was about to make another soup when the old man selling bamboo shoots also walked in.

"Miss Song, how's it going? Do you need help?"

The old man selling bamboo shoots had been waiting outside for a long time. Even the bamboo shoots he planned to buy tomorrow had already been dug. Seeing that Song Zhaozhao hadn't come out yet, he came to take a look and ask.

Song Zhaozhao smiled at the old man selling bamboo shoots: "Old man, it's almost ready. I just made two dishes and one portion of rice. I'll make another portion of soup and we'll have dinner."

"Do you still want to make soup?"

When Song Zhaozhao said he wanted to make soup, the old man selling bamboo shoots couldn't believe it.

"Yes, uncle, it will be fine soon."

"Miss Song, there's no need to go to such trouble. I'm used to it. There aren't so many rules when it comes to eating."

Song Zhaozhao originally wanted to continue saying something, but seeing the sincerity in the eyes of the old man selling bamboo shoots, Song Zhaozhao thought about it again. The journey from the city to Puxiang Village had also taken a long time.

It has been a long time, and the sun has already passed the noon time now. If I finish making another soup, wouldn't it mean that the old man will be hungry?

And in fact, Song Zhaozhao himself was indeed hungry.

"Okay, old man, I won't make soup for now. Let's eat first."

The old man selling bamboo shoots smiled: "Miss Song, let me help you."

Song Zhaozhao followed the old man selling bamboo shoots and took out all the freshly prepared meals and placed them on the table of the old man selling bamboo shoots.

Although this table is not very exquisite, and occasionally there are some broken edges and corners, Song Zhaozhao can see that although the old man lives a hard life, he is still a very particular person.

"Old man, have you always lived alone?"

The old man selling bamboo shoots never thought that Song Zhaozhao would ask about his past. The old man selling bamboo shoots was obviously stunned.

Song Zhaozhao naturally noticed the reaction of the old man selling bamboo shoots, which was a little abnormal, and he felt for a moment that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.

"That old man, I actually don't mean anything else, just"

Before Song Zhaozhao could finish his words, the old man selling bamboo shoots shook his head and stopped Song Zhaozhao from continuing to speak.

"Miss Song, actually this is nothing."

Song Zhaozhao raised his eyes and glanced at the old man selling bamboo shoots, and found an unfathomable look in his eyes.

"Old man?"

Song Zhaozhao's tone was a little distressed.

On the contrary, the old man selling bamboo shoots suddenly had a calmness that Song Zhaozhao could not match now.

"Miss Song, I used to have a family of my own, but the weather is unpredictable and people's lives are at stake. Maybe I did too many wrong things in my previous life, and in this life, God specially came to punish me.

"

"That old man?"

After hearing what the old man said, Song Zhaozhao had actually guessed a little bit wrong, but he still didn't dare to believe it. In other words, Song Zhaozhao still hoped that he was overthinking it.

"Miss Song, actually I know what you want to ask. As you think, my old woman and that boy are not very close to me."

At this point, the old man selling bamboo shoots stopped talking. Song Zhaozhao also knew that he could not ask any more questions. Even if the old man looked calmly, Duan Duan would not be able to accept such a thing.

Song Zhaozhao himself did not dare to think about it. If these things of his old man happened to him, Song Zhaozhao would definitely not be able to accept it.

"Old man, let's have a taste first. How do you like the food I cooked?"

Song Zhaozhao forced out a smile and pushed all the food towards the old man selling bamboo shoots.

The old man selling bamboo shoots also showed a faint smile and nodded.

"Okay, okay, I really want to thank Miss Song. I haven't experienced this feeling for a long time."

Although Song Zhaozhao was sad, he still smiled. Apart from smiling, Song Zhaozhao didn't know what to say. Sometimes, Song Zhaozhao really felt that he was really stupid and didn't even know what to say to comfort people.

What is good.

The old man selling bamboo shoots also nodded with a smile and took a bite of the dish closest to him.

After finishing the dishes, the old man selling bamboo shoots' eyes lit up instantly and he looked at Song Zhaozhao.

"Miss Song, this dish is really delicious!!!"

After finishing speaking, the old man selling bamboo shoots extended his chopsticks to other dishes, including the staple food. The old man selling bamboo shoots tasted each one. After every dish, he was full of praise for Song Zhaozhao.

Song Zhaozhao was naturally very proud after hearing the praise. After all, he is a popular food blogger in the 21st century. Of course, the meals he cooks can easily satisfy everyone's appetite.

"Old man, if it tastes good, just eat more."

The old man selling bamboo shoots nodded while eating: "Miss Song, I am really grateful to you. I haven't had a meal like this for a long time. This meal really makes me happy."

It feels like home.”

Hearing what the old man selling bamboo shoots said, Song Zhaozhao really felt happy. As a food blogger, he had been cooking all kinds of meals. It didn't seem like anything to others, but

In Song Zhaozhao's heart, the meaning of cooking every delicacy is to let every taster get the unique satisfaction deep in his heart.

Seeing the old man's satisfied look, Song Zhaozhao also started eating. After finishing the whole meal, Song Zhaozhao did not see Sang Chong come back. Song Zhaozhao was a little panicked. It was not because of his arrival that Sang Chong knew about it.

Escaped ahead of schedule. Moreover, have Yan Liluo and the others discovered the marks they left and have they found the entrance to Puxiang Village?

Song Zhaozhao has many other things in his mind right now besides the old man selling bamboo shoots. He is really in a mess right now and is very upset.

"Old man, why hasn't the benefactor you mentioned come back yet? Don't we have to wait for him to eat now?"

The old man shook his head: "No need, my benefactor, I will be back when the time comes."

Seeing that the old man selling bamboo shoots had no intention of continuing, Song Zhaozhao had no choice but to nod his head. There were some things that he couldn't act too hastily and alert the enemy.

"Who wants to see me?"
Chapter completed!