The dog is lost?

Bai Song thought something big had happened.

"There's no need to send us food. Just cut us two plates of tofu and put them in the grilled fish soup to neutralize it." Bai Song said.

"Oh, okay." The old lady looked at a worker next to her and moved a little slowly.

The young worker frowned, wiped his hands with a clean towel, walked to the old lady and said, "Let's stop here today. You are really not in good condition today."

"No... we have to wait until all the guests are finished eating..." The old lady wiped the sweat off her forehead and tidied up the condiments in front of her.

There is only one old lady and three helpers in this restaurant.

This shop has no permanent workers.

After a few days, everyone was familiar with this small shop. It was said that the old lady had been running the shop herself since her husband passed away seven or eight years ago. Of course, she was not physically able to cook, so she hired a few people at first, but the cost of hiring people was too high, and the most important thing was that the people she hired always fooled her.

Even in this situation, the old lady always insisted on running the store. Later, the salary was not high and no one was willing to work, so she recruited some odd jobs from the labor market.

It was easy for a laborer to serve food or wash dishes, but no one knew how to cook, so the old lady taught them slowly. Often, one person would leave after she taught him, and the next one would leave again, so there were no permanent workers.

"This is the third table to complain about the dishes. You said you were only responsible for the ingredients and controlling the heat, but you can't even do it right." The worker shook his head and said, "We agreed that I'm only responsible for killing the fish and the preliminary operations. I'll be paid according to the number of servings. Cooking is also charged separately. You always add extra dishes to the cuts. How do you calculate your wages?"

"Forget it, forget it. Where is the tofu? Let me cut it." Although Bai Song is not an expert in cooking, he can still cook home-cooked meals, so cutting tofu is naturally no problem for him.

According to the worker, he gets commission for killing fish and cooking, but not for cutting vegetables, so he doesn't like doing these jobs. It can be seen that this worker has achieved some success in cooking, but his attitude is not very good.

The old lady was not annoyed. She stretched her muscles and said, "It's okay. I'll do it."

After that, the old lady paused for a moment and said to the worker, "You won't be short of wages. Tomorrow, I'll let Xiaojuan pay you, and you... you go and do your work."

"Are you going to kick me out?" The worker widened his eyes. He had been looking for an opportunity to leave recently, but he didn't expect to be fired first.

The old lady didn't say anything. The worker was so angry that he chopped the knife hard on the chopping board and turned around to leave.

He did it on purpose. Having been a cook for so long, his arms were quite strong. He chopped with such force that the back of the blade was two or three centimeters into the wood. Not to mention the old lady, even an ordinary person with no strength could not pull it out.

Bai Song walked to the chopping board as if nothing had happened, took out a piece of tofu from the refrigerator next to it, and placed it on the chopping board. Then he held the chopping board with his left hand, and with a force from his right hand, the knife was pulled out.

The worker was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran away.

"Thank you," the old lady sighed, "I'll make you one of my specialties."

After saying that, the old lady turned and walked towards the refrigerator, but was stopped by Sun Jie: "Don't bother, we can just cut some tofu or something. It's getting late today, go to bed early."

"Oh... OK..." The old lady was silent for a while: "How about you come again tomorrow? My daughter-in-law will definitely come over tomorrow. With her cooperation, I will show you my skills."

"Your daughter-in-law?" Bai Song was stunned. He always thought that the old lady was a widower with no children.

"Well, the cook left. It will take some time to recruit someone. She will come tomorrow." The old lady was obviously in a bad mood. She touched her chest and said, "I'm sorry for today."

"Where is your son? Why did you let you open your own shop here?" Sun Jie couldn't help but ask one more question.

"Son?" Hearing this word, the old lady sighed.

"I'm sorry, that brought up..."

Before Sun Jie finished speaking, the old lady stretched her hand more than ten centimeters in front of her and interrupted him: "My son is fine."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, but the old lady's next words made them choke on their words: "My grandson was lost eight years ago, and he is looking for him outside."

"Lost?" Bai Song's eyes narrowed: "Someone took him away?"

"Ah..." The old lady was a little unsteady on her feet and held on to the table with both hands: "Eight years..."

"What about your daughter-in-law?"

"I have a good daughter-in-law," the old lady said, with a rare look of relief on her face. "She is at home taking care of the children."

Listening to the old lady's chatter, Bai Song roughly understood what was going on.

Her son comes back once a year and also works outside. Over the years, her son has traveled all over the country, working and looking for his children, and has traveled to all counties in Province A.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the couple had another child five years ago. However, this also meant that one of the workers had to be freed up to look after the child, and the old grandmother's in-laws were in poor health and needed their daughter to take care of them.

The burden of all this falls on the daughter-in-law alone.

Every time, my daughter-in-law Xiaojuan would only come over during the few days when the cook left and the new cook had not arrived.

The old lady wants to see her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, but she also doesn't want to see them.

Today, my dog ​​Dahuang, whom I had raised for nearly ten years, was lost.

"Grandma, we are police officers. We can help you find the dog," said Bai Song.

"Police?" The old lady paused again for 20 to 30 seconds before finally saying, "I won't bother you."

"How can it be considered a trouble?" Bai Song raised his hand to stop the old lady from speaking further, "Please wait a moment."

After saying that, Bai Song left the kitchen and called Wang Huadong and Wang Liang in.

"Please describe your dog's appearance. We will draw a picture of it first, and then slowly search for it through the video footage around it," Bai Song said seriously. "We can't guarantee that we will find it, but we will try our best."

The old lady opened her mouth several times to say something, but finally she bowed to Baisong and began to talk about Dahuang's situation.

Wang Huadong was stunned. It was the first time for him to sketch a dog! He didn't think much of it at first, but as he listened to the old lady's description of the dog, he was gradually moved.

What kind of deep feeling must be required to make such a description?

From the grandmother's words, Wang Huadong seemed to feel that Da Huang was a family member, and the last family member. That kind of connection seemed to have surpassed many interpersonal relationships.

Huadong's hand holding the paintbrush couldn't help but tremble a little.

When both the body and mind are ill, the strength will decline together.

Old people tend to forget things, but they never forget their longing for each other. (Bai Juyi)