In the kitchen, Qin Nuo started to get busy.
The owner of the meat bun shop seemed to be in a hurry all the time. He swung his knife with great force, and minced meat splattered everywhere.
The character he played was very thin and it seemed like he had difficulty lifting things. Qin Nuo's steps were staggering and difficult as he held the iron bucket.
The boss stared at him, as if he was used to it, and said, "Once you've moved the materials, go to the storage room and bring up that bag of flour. The materials just arrived today, so we'll be busy!"
Qin Nuo nodded without complaining, as if being rewarded with a meal was a great gratitude to him.
He wiped his sweat with a towel and went to the storage room on the second floor and took out the bag of flour.
The environment on the second floor was very dim, with all kinds of sundries piled up here. A damp and musty smell filled the air. Qin Nuo observed the environment on the second floor and went downstairs with flour.
At this moment, the business of the shop began to get busy. Gathering at the door were the kids with their school bags after school. The aroma of the meat buns was irresistible to them.
I took the bun and stuffed it into my mouth without worrying about choking. The yellow meat sauce that flowed out looked delicious, but it was not pork oil at all.
Business is always good during the peak hours after school, but two hours later, the business at the door gradually becomes deserted.
The boss was sitting at the door with his legs crossed, holding an old pipe. He pinched the tobacco and puffed on it while saying to Qin Nuo, "There's freshly boiled water on the table."
Watching Qin Nuo holding the water bottle and drinking it in big gulps, the boss tapped the ash on his cigarette and said nonchalantly, "How do you feel?"
Qin Nuo wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth, a little confused: "Feelings?"
"Seeing other children of the same age going to and from school together, while I finished school early and can only do odd jobs here to earn a living, don't tell me that I don't feel anything at all?"
Qin Nuo had a confused look on his face and a dazed look in his eyes, and did not answer.
"Irresponsible parents, in the end it's the younger one who pays the price for their willfulness. Should I say you have bad luck, or did you do something wrong in your past life?"
Qin Nuo was silent for a moment, then said, "That's life. Instead of worrying about what will happen next and complaining about someone, you might as well think about what to eat tonight and how to survive tomorrow."
"I don't feel that I'm unfortunate. At least I was born, and I can see the world with my own eyes and breathe this fresh air."
"Boss, don't you think so?"
The boss looked at Qin Nuo's clear eyes, his expression calm, and chuckled twice: "You little brat, you see things very clearly."
Qin Nuo smiled and said, "If I didn't think so, I would be starving to death now."
The boss spit out a swallow and said calmly: "If my stinky little brat could think the same as you, I wouldn't have to worry so much!"
Qin Nuo subconsciously asked casually: "How old is the boss's son?"
The boss looked strange, with some corpse spots on his face. He asked, "Your question is very strange. Why do you ask it?"
"Ding, the player failed to act, 5% of the acting degree will be deducted!"
Qin Nuo was slightly stunned. Is there something wrong with this sentence?
This was just a very simple greeting. If the performance failed, it would only mean that Qin Feng knew his son.
His eyes moved slightly, and Qin Nuo suddenly laughed and said, "I was joking, boss. Why didn't the young boss come back for lunch?"
Hearing this, the boss's ghostly aura gradually dissipated, and the corpse spots on his face faded back. He said calmly, "That bastard had a fight with me last night and is sulking. He must be staying at school again, busy with his part in that skit!"
"You're such an unlearned person, you've thrown away all your studies just to be an actor!"
Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows.
Sketch?
The boss’s son is also studying acting?
Since we are from the same guild, it is normal for us to know each other, but I don’t know which member he is?
"I'll take a nap first. I have to continue working downstairs. It's up to you whether you want to sleep or not, but don't be lazy this afternoon." Obviously a little annoyed by this matter, the boss put aside his old cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and rocked the rattan chair without making any noise.
Qin Nuo didn't say anything else. This time period was exactly what he wanted, so he started walking around the store.
In a dim room, Qin Nuo found a photo frame, which was a family photo of the bun shop owner and his family.
A classic family of three: the parents are hugging their child with smiles on their faces, while the child is pouting, looking a little bored and unhappy.
Qin Nuo was no stranger to this child. He was the child named Dafu who performed on the stage that night.
He looked exactly the same in the photo frame; even the clothes he wore were exactly the same as that night: jeans and a green T-shirt.
"These cursed children must have died long ago. Their souls are imprisoned in the school, and their range and time of activities are restricted."
"Just like Teacher Liang, who had no idea his granddaughter was dead. He was holding a skeleton and talking to himself all day long."
"If that's the case, then the bun shop owner should be like that too. Then why was he arguing with his son last night? Or was he also amusing himself and talking to himself in front of a corpse?"
Qin Nuo picked up the photo frame, looked at it for a moment, and put it back.
Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the sky gradually turned yellow, but it was obscured by layers of fog and appeared very faint.
The boss at the door woke up and went straight to the kitchen to start working like a machine.
Qin Nuo was not lazy either, and helped in the kitchen.
The environment in the kitchen was terrible. The walls were stained red with blood, and blood was clogged in the funnel and overflowed onto the floor.
The proprietress seemed to have passed away. At least the boss never mentioned it. There were only the two of them busy in the huge bun shop.
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