Trafford’s Trading Club

The screams and begging for mercy still seemed to linger in his ears.

After calming down, Mo Xiaofei turned pale and subconsciously backed up his body, then gently bumped into the door of a car that was lifted by a pneumatic lift for repairs before stopping.

Brother Quan who fell, several students who fell... fell in a pool of blood, dying. If they don't rescue them in time, they may have to deal with it for the rest of their lives.

Mo Xiaofei found himself breaking into a cold sweat. After venting his resentment, he was shaken to his core by the bloody scene in front of him.

"No... they just deserved it. I was just punishing them for their mistakes."

"Yes! I'm just stopping them from committing crimes."

"I am not wrong."

"This world is too unfair. I am not wrong..." Mo Xiaofei opened his mouth, his eyes began to change and became sharp, and he said to himself: "Yes... what I did was a good thing!"

Yes, there are too many unfair things in this society, so let me take care of them...

Sanction them! ! !

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Lao Chen's son had been lingering behind the bun shop until the bun shop started to close, then he bravely walked into the bun shop carrying two bags of gifts.

Lao Chen looked at his son's posture and didn't say much. He simply said that since he was back, let's have a meal as a family and take his daughter-in-law and grandson over in the evening.

After hearing this, Lao Chen's son said there was no need to pick him up and he would just ask his wife to bring him over after get off work.

But he also left Luo Qiu behind and called to his wife to buy more vegetables and have a rich meal at night. The aunt hadn't been so lively for a while, and she happily called Luo Qianqing to the nearby vegetable market.

Lao Chen is currently cleaning up his belongings, including the rolling stick, flour sifter, and worktable, wiping them clean over and over again.

"Are you...brother Luo's son?" Old Chen's son looked at Luo Qiu for a while before hesitantly asked, "I think he looks like him."

Luo Qiu nodded.

Lao Chen's son seemed to have found something to pass the time now. He sat next to Luo Qiu and started chatting about the past.

"Your father, who was still young at that time, would hurriedly ride his Jialing 70 to work every day and would come to our place to buy some steamed buns to eat." Lao Chen's son recalled that time and said with a smile: " Your dad said you can’t find this flavor in our buns anywhere else.”

"Well, indeed." Luo Qiu looked at the busy old Chen and said softly: "I didn't know this a few decades ago, but at least it has been this way for me for more than ten years."

Lao Chen's son is called Chen Youjiu. Lao Cheng hoped that his son would achieve something in the future, so he changed his name to this. Chen You is a person who strives for success. After graduation, he worked in a large company. Later, he got married, took out a loan to buy a new house in the city, and later gave birth to a fat son.

Consumption levels vary from place to place in the same city, but the rich and poor can always find a place to live. Although Chen Youjiu was a seedling that was 'grafted' from this old old city to a prosperous city, he finally found his place.

Seeing Luo Qiu staring intently at his father cleaning up the work area, Chen You suddenly felt embarrassed. It sounds like a normal thing to say, but in fact it's almost like being a stranger.

They are obviously people who grew up in the same place, drank tap water from the same pipe, and even ate popsicles from the same canteen when they were young.

Is that little shop selling popsicles, snacks, and groceries okay?

Chen You wanted to speak to Luo Qiu several times, but found that Luo Qiu's eyes were still on his father from beginning to end. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Brother Chen, how long has it been since you touched the stuff on the bun table?" Luo Qiu said softly at this moment.

Chen You was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously: "After going to college, right? Then I found a job, and I haven't touched this thing for more than ten years."

"I think so." Luo Qiu said softly: "Actually, I don't have a deep impression. I just remember that when I was a child, there was always a person walking around the uncle. In fact, I said that the taste of this bun has not changed for more than ten years. Casual. In fact, it is different... I should say that the best taste was when I was a child, when my father took me out here for the first time and ate it for the first time. At that time, my father asked me, is this bun delicious? I said yes. He asked me, do you know why it tastes good? I shook my head and said I didn’t know. My father said that it was delicious because the family cooked it together. I didn’t understand at that time, but in the past few years... Maybe you can taste the different taste."

Chen You was stunned for a moment. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He said a thousand words in the end: "When you grow up, you will never be able to go back to the past."

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "It's a rare busy day today, and I haven't eaten the buns made by Brother Chen and Uncle for a long time. Can you let me try them?"

Chen You suddenly didn't know how to deal with this young man. He shook his head and said, "I can't do it anymore. I haven't touched this thing in more than ten years. Besides, it has already begun to clear the table."

Luo Qiu said regretfully: "That's right...it's just that."

He turned to look at Chen Youjiu and suddenly asked, "Hasn't your child ever eaten the buns you made by yourself?"

"I……"

Luo Qiu stood up at this time, put the stool away, and packed his things, "Although I kind of want to eat this meal, I think it would be better if I wasn't here."

Chen Youjiu originally planned to retain him, but in the end he couldn't say it out loud. Soon after, Lao Chen knew that Luo Qiu had left quietly without saying anything.

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Auntie and Luo Qianying haven't come back yet. Lao Chen smoked the same cigarette stick that he had smoked for decades. The father and son just sat upstairs in silence for more than an hour.

Lao Chen suddenly stood up and walked into the room. He walked out soon after and handed Chen Youji a tin box and said, "This is the title deed of the house. Walk inside."

"Dad?" Chen You looked at his old father in shock, "This is..."

"Some things can't be kept." Old Chen shook his head and said, "It's not easy to make a living in the city. I'm old, and it's useless to hold on to these things. Your wife is from the city, and her life has not been easy these past few years. . But since you took the path in the first place, then keep going."

"Dad, I..."

"Have a nice meal later."

After Old Chen finished speaking, he bowed and went downstairs. Chen You held the iron box containing a stack of documents, his nose was inexplicably sore, and he was stunned when he looked at the old photos hanging on the wall.

Later that night, Chen Youjiu's wife came over with her son.

Chen Youjiu actually didn't tell his wife about the land sale at the beginning. Lao Chen didn't mention it at the dinner table, so he didn't mention it. The son looked at the pretty sister from the bun shop and felt very shy.

The family is enjoying themselves happily.

Shortly after the meal, Chen You told his wife that he had to go back late and the children would have to go to school tomorrow. The reluctant aunt grabbed her son's hand and whispered, remember to come back more often if you have time.

Chen You's nose felt sore again at this moment. He looked at the signboard of Niannian Baozi Shop that had been hanging for decades. He didn't send it out of the door. He just sat in the shop hall behind everyone and silently smoked the old man. Old Chen with a cigarette stick.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the question Luo Qiu asked him before leaving, and almost blurted out: "Wait a minute, wait a minute before leaving. Mom, have you marinated tomorrow's stuffing?"

"Ah? It's pickled, what's wrong?"

Chen Youzu suddenly pinched his sleeves, but felt that the white shirt was still uncomfortable no matter how he pinched it, so he simply took it off, wearing a small vest, and walked in, "I'll make steamed buns for me." My son eats it.”

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When it was almost dawn, Luo Qiu appeared alone on the second floor of Baozi Shop.

Lao Chen sat on the old sofa, and his wife sat next to him, leaning on his shoulder and closing his eyes.

Lao Chen also closed his eyes and leaned on his wife's hair.

The two of them seemed to have fallen asleep.

Xiaodie Yao hugged her knees and sat by the wall. She looked at Luo Qiu's arrival and suddenly said: "Boss, he gave me some money and asked me to find a place by myself. Don't stay here."

"It's almost like this." Luo Qiu said calmly: "Two people died suddenly in the family. You will eventually be suspected. The uncle thinks you are a shady, so naturally he is afraid that you will be investigated."

Luo Qianqing suddenly seemed to remember something, "Wait a minute, the uncle told me to leave during the day. He said you would come over and asked me to give you something."

Xiaodieyao rushed downstairs.

Luo Qiu glanced at Lao Chen and Auntie, and suddenly walked to their side. He grabbed Lao Chen's hand and gently placed it on Auntie's hand.

"I've been catching it all my life, how can I forget it in the end?"

Not long after, the little butterfly demon ran back, carrying a bag in his hand, "At night, the boss's son suddenly ran back and said he wanted to make steamed buns, and suddenly he started making buns. But he made a mess and... I was scolded by my boss, and I kept scolding me all the time. It was strange, the scolding was obviously very severe, but I felt that the boss was very happy at that time."

"Then what?"

"Then the boss did it himself." Xiaodie Yao said with wide eyes: "It ended up being very late, and the boss's grandson fell asleep, but it still didn't work."

Luo Pianqi handed the bag in her hand to Luo Qiu, "The boss said this is the taste."

Luo Qiu let out a long sigh, took it silently, then walked behind Lao Chen, stretched out his hand, and prepared to take away his soul.

At this time, Luo Pianqing suddenly said: "Wait a minute! Can you take a picture for me?"

"photo?"

Luo Pianying nodded and took out a brand-name mobile phone as if it was a treasure. "My boss bought this for me. He said that whenever I remember the contact information at home, I can call back immediately. I dare not say that it is all the time." He lied to him...I think, I want to never see the boss and my aunt again, so, so...I, I'm not very good at using it."

"Sit down."

Luo Qiu nodded and took the phone.

Luo Pianying immediately sat down next to the aunt, facing the camera, showing her white teeth.

The flashbulb flashed by, and Lao Chen's decades of years came to a complete stop.

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When Ren Ziling grabbed her hair and yawned sleepily, she walked out of the room and came to the living room. She only saw a few hot buns on the dining table and a small note.

"Damn, where did this kid go so early today?"

This kid just happened to set foot on the land of Romania at this moment, staring at a perfectly preserved castle.

"Well, I'm going to see the piercing man again." The maid next to me said softly.

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PS1: Sanjiang recommendations should be refreshed after two o'clock in the afternoon. Senior officials who are capable and don't mind the trouble can vote.

PS2: Today I started asking for recommendation votes and rewards again.

PS3: There will be one update in the evening, and another update after midnight, that’s it.