Douluo Continent on the tip of the tongue

"What happened next? What happened next?"

A well-dressed man at the table next to him could not help but urge him.

The surroundings had become quiet for some time, and the voices of other diners talking slowly became quieter.

Many diners noticed this man and quieted down to listen carefully to his story.

Several diners were in the same low mood, probably because the man's story reminded them of some of their own past events, and they felt the same way.

"Later..." The middle-aged diner wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and continued to tell, "Later, I gradually got used to the life here, because I endured more hardships than other newsboys, got promoted, got a higher salary, and lived a better life.

A little better."

"I send money to my mother every month. When it's less, I send a gold soul coin, and when it's more, I send more." The middle-aged diner's eyes flashed with memories again, "It's not easy to make money, so I rarely go back.

, I only go back once or twice a year.”

"I remember that every time I went home, my mother would make me a lot of barbecued steamed buns." As if recalling some scenes from the past, the man paused for a while before continuing, "Barbecued steamed buns are a specialty of our place.

Just put the roasted meat into the mixed noodles and then steam them together."

"The barbecued steamed buns made by my mother are my favorite, because she knows that I like to eat Houttuynia cordata, so she always puts more in them." The man grinned, "I can eat four at a time."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hand in the air to indicate the size of the barbecued buns.

It's really not small.

"I still remember that every time I ate barbecued steamed buns, my mother would sit opposite me, look at me and smile, and ask me how I was doing." The man grinned, "Of course I always said yes, I am very face-conscious.

Yeah, how can I tell her about the hardships I endured?"

"She is used to being thrifty. She is reluctant to use the money given to her. She is afraid that one day I will have a bad life and have no money to use. Then the money can be used for emergencies." The man's eyes gradually drifted into the distance, "I also advised

I asked her to move in with me, but she didn’t agree.”

"My mother is a very stubborn person." The man shook his head, "At that time, I gradually lost my patience after persuading her again and again. Deep down, I felt that she was too stubborn. In addition, I also had a career, and I became more and more stubborn.

Being busy, I go home less and less often.”

"Until..." At this point, the man's voice suddenly trembled, and his eyes turned red again, "A few days ago, a letter came from home. The letter was written to me by my next-door neighbor. That neighbor has always been kind.

She said in the letter that my mother was seriously ill and bedridden, and asked me to go back as soon as possible."

He stretched out his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, "I was anxious at the time, but I always thought that my mother was always in good health and there should be no danger. In addition, I suddenly encountered a huge crisis in my career and needed to be dealt with urgently.

I sent a large amount of money to the neighbor and asked her to help me and take my mother to seek medical advice."

"Did that neighbor take your money and run away?" A Tang Sect disciple on the other side clenched his fists and couldn't help but say, "Tell me who she is!"

It's really hateful to take someone's life-saving money and run away!

When this disciple of the Tang Sect thought about it, his teeth immediately started to itch.

If she were to meet her, I would definitely teach her a lesson!

"No...no." The man was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head, "That neighbor is indeed a kind person. She took the money and hired the best doctor in the area for my mother.

He got the best medicine, and even asked a healing soul master to treat him."

"This..." The Tang Sect disciple was stunned for a moment, as if things were different from what he thought?

"But..." At this point, the man almost burst into tears, "My mother's illness was more serious than I thought. When I finally took care of my career and rushed back, she had closed her eyes forever.

Eye."

For a moment, the cold food shop fell into a brief silence, with only the cry of the man remaining.

After a while, there were soft sobs all around, and several more sensitive female diners quietly wiped away their tears. Even the men couldn't help but have red eyes.

Who doesn’t have his own mother?

At this moment, no matter whether they were noble soul masters in the past or ordinary people, everyone's feelings were the same.

Even Tang Qianqiu and Qi Poxiao, who had been sitting quietly, looked at each other and sighed together.

The mother of both of them... has passed away for hundreds of years.

"My son wants to be raised, but he doesn't want to be kissed." Qi Han said softly, and then sighed.

The son wants to take care of him, but he doesn't care for him.

This saying has been circulated in Blue Star for thousands of years, but this is the first time I heard it here.

Hearing this, the man burst into tears and broke down emotionally, "I...I just came back from my mother's...funeral. I miss her."

His voice choked up several times, "My father passed away when I was young, and my mother was the only one to take care of me. When I left, she stayed at home alone. Only the old woman next door could accompany her."

"So many years..." The man seemed to have been drained of all his strength, leaning on the seat feebly, "I have never asked her how she was doing. All the details in her life these years were related to the burial of her mother.

At that time, the old woman told me naggingly."

"She put all the money I gave her in a big box without using any of it. She asked the old woman to give it to me..." The man shook his head weakly, "I gave it to the old woman.

I would like to thank her for staying with my mother all these years."

He didn't speak any more and sat dumbly in his seat, his face full of sadness. After a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief and took out a dry handkerchief from his arms to straighten his appearance.

"Sorry, Boss Qi." The man said apologetically, "Your business time is precious, but I have wasted so much of it."

"It's nothing." Qi Han shook his head, "I learned a lot from your story."

The task progress under side task five has become 1/3 at this moment.

This represents one-third of the task completed.

So for Qi Han, it was indeed quite rewarding.

Looking at the man in front of him who had wiped away the tears on his face but whose eyes were still a little red, Qi Han suddenly wanted to do something for him.

Although people cannot be resurrected, it is impossible to bring his mother back to life.

But...it is not impossible to retrieve some of his past memories for him.

For now...it can be regarded as a reward for telling him his story and helping Qi Han improve the progress of the mission.

"Ruyi?" Qi Han thought silently in his heart, "Can you extract his memory and simulate the taste of barbecued buns in his memory?"

"Yes." Ruyi has always been so reliable, "I can simulate it in the system space and let you taste it and try to copy it."

With Ruyi's guarantee, Qi Han suddenly felt a little more confident. He looked at the man in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Sir, what is your name?"

"Feng Yi."

"Mr. Fengyi, are you free during business hours at noon tomorrow?"

"This..." The man was slightly startled, "Yes, there is, what's wrong?"

Qi Han smiled slightly and said, "I will prepare a special dish for you."

"A... somewhat special dish."