Su Qinghu: "Huh?"
"There used to be a guy selling roasted sweet potatoes at the entrance of our school. Sometimes he couldn't sell all the sweet potatoes, so he would roast and heat them up the next day and sell them." Erdan looked at the roasted sweet potatoes in his hand and said, "It can't compare to this."
Su Qinghu nodded.
Indeed, if the leftover sweet potatoes are heated up the next day and sold to others, you can tell at a glance that they are not eaten.
The meat is not fresh and does not have the golden sugary syrup.
After eating and drinking, Su Qinghu continued walking. When he got home, he saw an old man squatting at the door.
Su Qinghu walked and looked around, but he couldn't remember whether he had seen this person before.
Or maybe this guy is someone Chen Lie knows? Or maybe he's the father of Chen Lie's comrade?
She walked over, and before she could speak, the man looked up.
Su Qinghu was slightly startled, and the old man's face in front of him quickly overlapped with the one in his memory.
It’s that retired teacher!
"Hello, are your family members feeling better?" Su Qinghu opened the door and spoke to them. "Please come over and visit me. I haven't had the chance. Thank you for the fruits and vegetables you sent me."
Erdan and Dadan looked at the two curiously without saying anything.
But I was thinking in my heart that the vegetables, fruits and melons sent before were not all from Zhang Dongsheng, but also from the old man in front of me.
"It's all right now, thanks to you for telling me which department to go to." The wrinkles on the old man's face relaxed. "I had the surgery, and I'll just have to rest and recover."
He picked up a bag and said, "It's almost Chinese New Year, and we don't have anything special at home. We just raised some chickens, so I gave you two."
City people have to rob to buy things, unlike them who can be self-sufficient.
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