Liu Zhizhong reacted quickly, directly embracing him in a big hug and covering Wen Bao's mouth.
Under his strong hold, Wen Bao struggled, murmuring in his throat, shaking his head, tears rolling down his eyes.
At this mont, the once underground king of Southeast Asia was no longer a strongman, but just a child evoking deep sorrow!
A child who left ho for too long and finally saw his living mother!
He and Liu Zhizhong thought their mother had been buried in a landslide and had already cried once.
Now, seeing their mother still selling pancakes, how could they not be excited?
This excitent, can it be described in words?
No, it's simply indescribable...
Even though he struggled, Liu Zhizhong still dragged him into a darker alley.
Outside the alley, people were whispering!
"Hey, did you see that? A guy dragged another guy into that dark alley!"
"What did you say? This kind of thing happened? Impossible, maybe you saw it wrong?"
"I really saw it! Could he be raping that guy?"
"Hahaha... how can a man rape another man? You're crazy... besides, how does a man rape a man?"
"Hehe, mouth, anus..."
"You rascal, you're so bad..."
"Hahaha..."
The sound of laughter drowned out the gossip.
And Liu Zhizhong, dragging Wen Bao, walked out on the other side of the alley, hearing these voices, couldn't help but laugh.
At this ti, Wen Bao's emotions finally eased.
Liu Zhizhong shook Wen Bao's shoulder, "Bro, isn't our mom just fine? Right? Good people have their own blessings!"
"Hmm, um, really good, really good... Brother Liu, I really want to eat mom's pancakes right now! But... I'm afraid I can't hold back my tears!"
Liu Zhizhong laughed, "It's normal if you can't hold back. You stay here, I'll go to our mom's stall to buy two pancakes, I'm also hungry!"
"Go, go, hurry up, haha, I want two pancakes! Two!" Wen Bao exaggeratedly showed two fingers, not looking like a boss at all.
Liu Zhizhong nodded happily, "Sure, sure... two it is, if it's not enough, I'll add another!"
Then, Liu Zhizhong took a long way around, back into the alley, heading towards Mrs. Wen's pancake stall.
At this ti, there were no custors buying pancakes.
Mrs. Wen sat by the stall, silently watching the people cooling off by the small river.
The jumping children and happy adults brought a slight smile to her face, but her eyes showed expectation.
The night breeze blew, lifting her white hair, who knew what such a mother was thinking?
Liu Zhizhong felt emotional because he also knew that when Wen Bao was going to school in the town, he loved swimming in this small river, catching fish and prawns.
Maybe Mrs. Wen was thinking of her child when he was young, and also missing her child far away now, right?
Liu Zhizhong soon arrived at the stall, called out to her with the local dialect he had just learned, "Auntie," which brought Mrs. Wen back to reality.
She looked at this unfamiliar man and said, "Want so pancakes?"
"Yes, Auntie, five pancakes, please."
"Okay, okay, that's a lot, can you finish them?"
"Yes, I can... Auntie's pancakes sll delicious!"
"Hehe..."
Mrs. Wen smiled simply and got busy.
Liu Zhizhong stood aside watching her skillfully make pancakes, pork belly with green onion pancakes quickly took shape under her hands, and once in the pan, it was mouth-wateringly fragrant.
To be honest, it really tasted like the pancakes Zhang Hongyang brought from Wen Bao's hotown back then!
Liu Zhizhong curiously asked, "Auntie, why are your pancakes always so fragrant? Other people make it the sa way!"
"Son, you may not know, we use the best fresh pork belly for our pancakes... and our flour cos from the local mill, made from mountain-grown wheat! We don't add all sorts of other stuff..."
Liu Zhizhong suddenly understood.
Only the freshest ingredients can make the best pancakes.
Only when businessn work with integrity can they produce the best products, and custors can trust them, and the business will be better.
Making pancakes, Mrs. Wen sold it at the sa price, the cost was higher, but there were more custors, wasn't it good?
When the pancakes were ready, Liu Zhizhong wrapped them up, waved goodbye, and ate while walking. They were truly delicious!
At that ti, there were still people buying pancakes, especially so kids who felt hungry again after dinner.
So behind him, Mrs. Wen's business was still so good!
Liu Zhizhong ignored that and went back to give the pancakes to Wen Bao.
This guy, really looking like soone without prospects, about to cry just looking at the pancakes, slling them.
After taking a bite, as he chewed, tears stread down again.
On the street opposite the alley entrance, two children, eight or nine years old, ran towards the small river with their change, with one shouting, "Hurry, hurry, grandma's about to pack up! Look, that uncle cried over eating!"
"Hehe, right, right, such an old guy... still so greedy, how many pancakes does he have, hehe..."
The kids giggled and ran away.
Liu Zhizhong and Wen Bao were also amused, quite happy.
Wen Bao ate while wiping tears, repeatedly praising how delicious it was!
Liu Zhizhong bought five pancakes, ate two, and was full.
Wen Bao finished three, holding his stomach saying, "Brother Liu, should we buy two more?"
Liu Zhizhong laughed, saying, "Forget it, buying more now, aren't you afraid it'll tire out our mom? Let's find a place to wait for mom, and when she's done, we'll et her in a quieter spot!"
"Okay, agreed! I'll follow orders from our dear president!"
"You stop, just look at , do I look like a president? Saying I'm a boiler stoker is more believable."
"Hahaha..."
So, the two smoked, looking for a place to wait for Mrs. Wen.
The place really was familiar to Wen Bao.
It was less than a hundred ters away from Mrs. Wen's stall, right by the back gate of the old town middle school.
Not far from the gate, it was riverbank again.
By the roadside, there were two big locust trees, chirping cicadas could still be heard quite eagerly!
Wen Bao led Liu Zhizhong under the locust trees; they sat there smoking, watching people cooling off by the small river, the kids playing in the water.
Of course, they also watched Wen Bao's long-lost mother. For him, in such monts, while his mother was still busy, he sat on a rock watching from afar, with the aroma of pancakes wafting on the night breeze, teasing his taste buds, surprisingly brought an inexplicable imnse happiness...
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