The car stopped rapidly. Luo Yu got out and saw an old man in his sixties lying in front of the car. However, he was still more than one meter away from the car, which proved that the driver did not hit him, but he fell down by himself.
Could this be the legendary "pengci" (touching a porcelain)? But the distance is too far, it doesn't make sense!
There are a lot of scammers nowadays, so in order to be on the safe side, the driver took out his mobile phone and started filming.
"My dear, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Another old lady in her sixties ran out from the side, helped the old man who fell to the ground, and helped him to the side.
"It's okay." The old man waved his hand to indicate that there was nothing wrong with him.
"You, you didn't have breakfast this morning, and now it's noon and you haven't had lunch yet. How can your body bear it?" Although the old lady was full of blame, you could still feel from her tone how much she cared about the old man.
"Are you okay?" Luo Yu stepped forward and asked. Since it wasn't a scam, even though he knew the car didn't hit the old man, it was still common sense to show some concern.
"He's fine, he just didn't have breakfast this morning. He might have low blood sugar, so he's a little dizzy. I'm sorry, did you get scared?" The old lady was wearing a dark blue cheongsam with a slightly apologetic smile on her face. She had the scholarly air of a lady from a noble family and spoke very gently, giving people a good first impression.
"What are you talking about, old woman? Low blood sugar? Back then, when I was fighting the Japanese, I didn't eat for three days and I was still very energetic. Now I just twisted my foot and fell down. It's all because of this stone. Otherwise, if I had stepped on it, how could I have fallen down?" The old man kicked the stone under his feet angrily.
"You've told me all those bad things you did back then. I've heard them thousands of times, and my ears are numb. Besides, you were only a teenager back then, and you're in your sixties now. How can you compare? You're not in good health, but you're still holding on."
The old lady mercilessly exposed the old man's words. The old man's face immediately turned red with embarrassment. He was a little embarrassed and snorted coldly, "Why say these things in front of outsiders?"
The old lady knew the old man's temper, and said to Luo Yu with a smile: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, my old man is just like that. I don't know why, but looking at you always gives me a sense of familiarity and ease. But, young man, you are really handsome."
Luo Yu was not embarrassed by the praise. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Grandma and Grandpa are not from G City, right?" Although they were arguing just now, the sense of happiness was felt by everyone. They were a happy elderly couple.
"Haha, we are from Kyoto. Our son and grandson are both in City G. We came to see them and take a walk." The old lady said with a smile. Seeing the big lunch box in Luo Yu's hand, she asked, "Are you going to deliver food?"
"Yeah." Luo Yu responded.
"What kind of food is this? It seems to smell delicious." The old man was closest to Luo Yu. He sniffed and smelled the faint aroma of food.
"You old man, what's it to you what other people cook?" The old lady turned to Luo Yu and said, "Don't pay attention to him, he's just like that. He's picky about food when he gets old. Maybe he hasn't eaten for two meals, so he got hungry when he smelled the food."
Luo Yu watched the old man's greedy eyes fixed on the lunch box in his hand, then looked at the cars passing by on the road. The lunch box had three layers, each layer holding a separate portion of food. Luo Yu pulled out the top layer and handed it to the old man. "Grandpa, this is for you. There are so many cars here. Don't stand here anymore. It's dangerous. I have things to do, so I'll leave first." After saying that, he nodded to the old lady and got into the car.
"Hey, wait a minute..." The old lady wanted to call Luo Yu, but it was too late. After Luo Yu got in the car, the driver drove away immediately.
"Hey, what's wrong with this kid? I didn't even ask for it, but he just stuffed the lunch box into my hand." The old man said shamelessly.
"You old man, how can people not give it to you when you stare at their lunch box without blinking? You are so shameless." The old lady said angrily.
"You're being shameless, the young man gave it to me because he thought I was friendly. But I'm a little hungry after smelling the delicious food," the old man said as he opened the lunch box.
As soon as the lid of the lunch box was opened, the aroma of food hit my nose. The lunch box was larger than the usual ones. The whole lunch box was divided into four compartments. The largest compartment contained white rice, and the other three compartments contained two fragrant meats and one vegetable.
"Salt and pepper spare ribs, spicy chicken, and salted choy sum. They smell good and look good, but I don't know how they taste." The old man sat on a chair by the roadside, picked up the disposable chopsticks embedded in the bottom of the lunch box, picked up a piece of salt and pepper spare ribs and put it in his mouth, and then he was completely stunned.
"What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good? If it doesn't taste good, just spit it out. Don't force it. Let's go to the restaurant in front to eat later." The old lady patted the old man's shoulder.
"No, it's really delicious. This is the best spareribs I've ever eaten." The old man picked up a piece of spareribs and handed it to the old lady's mouth, "Try it."
As soon as the old lady took a bite, she was also conquered by the taste of the dish.
"This food is really good. The most important thing is, you, such a picky eater, actually ate it all." His wife and son were both very picky eaters. They used to be quite generous, but now that their lives have improved, their appetites have become even more discerning. There aren't many dishes that suit the old man's taste, otherwise he wouldn't have eaten anything since arriving in City G last night and this morning.
After finishing all the food, the old man slapped his thigh and glared, saying, "I forgot to ask the little guy's name and contact information just now. What a pity, what a pity."
On the other side, Luo Yu, holding a lunch box, stepped into the elevator that led directly to the president's office on the top floor, under the astonished and surprised gazes of the beauties at the company's front desk.
"Why is there less food today?" Usually Mo Han has a big appetite, so Luo Yu would prepare more food, but today the food was obviously less, so Mo Han noticed it at once.
"I met an elderly couple on the road and gave them one of my lunch boxes," Luo Yu said calmly. Actually, thinking back on it, it was strange. He wasn't a proactive person, let alone one who gives gifts. Perhaps seeing the two bickering elderly people reminded him of his deceased grandparents. When he was a child, they loved Luo Yu the most out of all their grandchildren. Although they bickered often, they had a good relationship. Since his grandparents passed away, Luo Yu has become even more introverted, not even talking much to his parents.
Although Mo Han was also very curious about why Luo Yu did that, he did not ask any more questions. He just asked, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I've already eaten. Hurry up and eat. It won't taste good if it gets cold." Luo Yu sat across from Mo Han, watching him eat. It felt strange. Bringing food to the company president—isn't that something only the president's girlfriend would do in a TV show? But after being together for so long, Luo Yu knew Mo Han was still single and didn't have a girlfriend. So, was that why he asked a part-time chef to deliver food?
After Mo Han finished eating, he packed up his lunch box. Luo Yu was about to leave with the lunch box when Zhou Wenchong knocked on the door and came in. After seeing Luo Yu, he nodded calmly to Luo Yu without appearing too surprised. After all, he knew that his boss seemed to be too special to this young man.
After Luo Yu left the Mo Group branch, he handed the lunch box to the driver and asked him to take it back, while he walked around casually.
When passing a street, I saw many people gathered at a corner, and from time to time, beautiful piano sounds could be heard from the corner.
When I walked in and listened, I found out what was going on.
"This child is really pitiful. His mother died in a car accident, and his father ran off with another woman after taking the money. His other relatives don't care much about him."
"This child lives in our alley. He's very sensible, but also stubborn. He refuses to leave his home, so he lives alone now. He'll probably be in the first grade next semester, and I don't know what to do next."
"How much money can you make singing here? It's pathetic."
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Although the clothes worn by the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy looked very old, they were washed very cleanly. His thin figure sat beside a shabby piano, playing songs and singing as he played. It seemed that he had not yet reached the voice change period, so his voice was still childish.
"Sing a song to my mother and tell her I love her. Write a letter to my mother and tell her I miss her..."
He seemed to have learned piano lessons, as he played "Sing a Song for Mom" quite smoothly. Although he made a few mistakes, his singing was very soulful, and tears were brewing in his eyes. Many of the onlookers threw money into the box in front of him. One, two, ten yuan.
"Host, do you want to help him?" The system always felt that the host today seemed particularly sentimental and full of sympathy.
"Help him? No, I just think he's very talented at piano and plays well. If he works hard, he can improve greatly." Ever since acquiring the Intermediate Music Skill, Luo Yu has become quite knowledgeable about instruments. After a period of constant practice, his proficiency on these instruments is definitely on par with those of the masters. Not only is he proficient in every instrument, but he also has a good voice, and his singing is definitely no worse than those of professional singers. So, he can tell the quality of a boy's piano playing just by listening.
Luo Yu stood there for more than an hour. At 2:30 in the afternoon, when the crowd had dispersed, he walked towards the boy who was packing his things.
Luo Yu had been observing the boy and noticed he seemed quite reserved. Every song he sang was dedicated to his mother, revealing how much he missed her. When passersby gave him money, he didn't say anything, but he quietly bowed in gratitude. He was a very polite child. Luo Yu seemed to see a reflection of himself in him.
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