Originally called Huixianju, it was famous for its fried liver.

When the business was at its best, it grew from a bungalow to a two-story building, with Chaos being run on the second floor.

In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, which was the year when the little devil entered Shanhaiguan, Tianxingju opened opposite Huixianju, which also sold fried liver.

After five or six years of joint venture, no competition was allowed, and the two became one. The store was located at Tianxingju, and it was still called Tianxingju.

Because the manager is a descendant of the Sha family in Tianxingju and the chef is a master from Huixianju, the taste is even better.

Wen San'er is also delicious, otherwise I wouldn't come here to satisfy my cravings.

"I have an uncle like you to take care of me, right?"

Lao Biaozi followed Wen San'er into the store, found a square table against the wall and sat down.

The waiter in the store came over and asked: "What would you like to eat, gay?"

In fact, now we don’t call them waiters, but waiters, but they are still the same people, so the smell of greeting guests always feels wrong.

When Wen San'er saw how hot the room was, she opened her arms, revealing the clean clothes inside.

This is for the clerk to see, because today I came out to collect rags and I was wearing shabby clothes.

Now the clean and tidy sweater underneath is exposed to make the staff feel more comfortable.

Now is the new society. There are no beggars anymore. No matter what kind of clothes you wear, you have to be greeted when you enter the door.

But no matter how noble the waiter is, he is still a human being, and guests who are cleanly dressed are always more respected.

“Two bowls of fried liver and two plates of steamed buns”

As soon as Wen San'er finished speaking, Lao Biaozi, who was sitting at the table, shouted: "Three plates, I only get two."

Wen San'er turned around and glared at his nephew, then turned to the snickering waiter and said, "Two bowls of fried liver and three plates of steamed buns."

"Okay, you'll be here soon~"

The waiter took Wen San'er's money, yelled something, and went to the window to ask for food.

Wen San'er touched the pocket of his clothes distressedly, then sat at the table, looked at his nephew opposite and said, "I can't take care of you. If you eat twelve buns in one meal, your stomach is a bottomless pit, right?"

"When will you be generous?"

Lao Biaozi also knew what his uncle asked him to do today, so he was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and his words always hit Wen San'er's lungs.

"Am I generous?"

Wen San'er snorted twice, and then said to Lao Biaozi: "I am generous enough to follow you. Do you think I am willing to come here by myself?"

While the two were talking, the waiter had already brought two bowls of fried liver on a tray and three plates of steamed buns.

"Comrade, your fried liver and steamed buns are fine."

While talking, he quickly placed fried liver in front of the two of them. When he was placing the buns, he heard that the fat man with a fat face ordered two portions, but the third portion was still placed in the middle.

Because it was another person who paid, it was polite to put it in the middle, so the skinny guy politely moved to the opposite side to let him use it.

The waiters in this restaurant are the most understanding of people and the world, and even said hello to the two of them after serving the steamed buns.

"You two comrades, eat well and call me if you need anything."

As he spoke, he took a step back and turned towards the door to greet the new guests.

Wen San'er glanced at Lao Biaozi who was waiting for him, then picked up the fried liver and took a sip.

"Hiss~"

Lao Biaozi also took a sip along the edge of the bowl. Maybe it was because the fried liver was hot, or maybe he just came in from outside and his stomach was still cold.

At this moment, a mouthful of fried liver warmed the heart from the mouth to the stomach.

"Hey, it has to taste like this!"

Lao Biaozi put down the bowl in his hand, picked up a bun and put it on the small plate in front of him. He took a vinegar bottle from the table and poured vinegar on it.

"Come on, Third Uncle, don't talk about me anymore. I know I was wrong."

Lao Biaozi was also a bachelor. He ate his third uncle's food and took the initiative to admit his mistake.

Wen San'er, on the other hand, was holding a bowl of fried liver and looking at his nephew with squinted eyes without leaving the edge of the bowl.

He didn't think about scolding the old nephew when he came up. Even though he gave his nephew a scolding in the morning regardless of the presence of outsiders, in private he was the closest to his nephew.

"Are you going home after the new year?"

"without"

Lao Biaozi didn't expect that his uncle would suddenly ask this. He raised his eyes and glanced at his third uncle, then shook his head and asked, "Why do you ask this?"

After asking, he lowered his head and started eating the buns on the plate.

Wen San'er still looked the same, turning the bowl and sucking.

"It's your parents after all."

After advising Lao Biaozi, Wen Saner looked at his nephew's body for a moment, and then continued: "Even if there is something wrong, you have to go home to see it. It is your home, and no one can change it."

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"What are you going back for?"

Lao Biaozi never raised his head, tasting the stuffing of the buns in his mouth. Although Tianxingju's buns were delicious, his mouth was full of bitterness now.

"Alas~"

Wen San'er sighed, but then said what he said just now at the archway.

"You can't stand it when no one cares about you."

As he spoke, he looked at Lao Biaozi and asked, "Why don't you ask your third aunt to search for you? See if there is anyone who has the right name?"

"Pull him down!"

Lao Biaozi shook his head, knowing that his third uncle was doing it for his own good, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of introducing someone to him.

But at this moment, he was unwilling. He raised his head and pulled up the hem of his clothes from under the table and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"With my image, which girl can match my image?"

When Wen Saner saw his nephew crying, he reached out and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket and handed it over.

"Our conditions are not bad, why can't we get along?"

Lao Biaozi raised his head and glanced at his uncle, then looked down at the white handkerchief in his hand.

His third aunt must have bought this for his third uncle. His third uncle never took advantage of it before.

"The conditions are not bad, but who dares to say?"

Lao Biaozi put away his tears, and finally did not use the handkerchief in his hand, but put it back in front of his third uncle.

"I have conditions. I can buy a house, a car, three or eight major items, but I dare not say it!"

Speaking of this, Lao Biaozi's tears fell again.

Even though he felt uncomfortable holding back his words, he still suppressed his voice when he spoke so that only the two of them could hear him.

Wen San'er frowned, put down the bowl in his hand, picked up the handkerchief at hand and stretched out his hand to wipe his nephew's tears.

"Stop crying, you are so old now"

He was talking about Lao Biaozi, but he himself looked helpless.

"You can tell me whatever you want, but you can't go out and act recklessly, especially in front of so many young men."

What he said was what happened in the morning, and he had no intention of scolding the old Biaozi.

Now that I saw my nephew crying, I couldn't bear to scold him anymore.

"Those boys are just for use. They cannot be trusted and are not worthy of our trust."

"Yeah, I know"

Lao Biaozi nodded and said, "Although you and Brother Wu didn't tell me, I know, I know what's going on."

As he spoke, he blocked his uncle's hand and motioned to anyone who was looking this way.

Wen San'er didn't even look at it. He put the handkerchief aside and said to Lao Biaozi, "You just have such a mouth."

As he spoke, he pushed the plate of steamed buns in the middle to the opposite side and continued: "Brother Wu, it's not easy for you. I'm destined to have a prosperous life. I don't want to let you brothers go, so I worked hard to keep us close to me.

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"Well, I know"

Lao Biaozi snored, sniffed and took a bite of the fried liver on hand.

Wen San'er leaned on the table and whispered: "I know I can't talk to your brother Wu like that, but you still think he is a street kid? That's a cadre, a big cadre, do you understand?"

Old Biaozi paused with his hands holding the buns, and then nodded, indicating that he understood what his uncle meant.

"Eat, eat more"

Wen San'er also picked up his own bowl and started to eat, and said quietly: "Your third uncle will always be your third uncle, but your brother Wu is no longer the brother Wu he used to be."
To be continued...