As she chased him, she shouted, calling him back and shouting, "Sister Qing'er won't hold you responsible anymore," but Dabai seemed to be running faster.

Yang Huamei was a little puzzled. One of her legs was obviously lame, so how could she still run so fast?

The distance between the two became wider and wider. She wanted to go back and bring in reinforcements to chase him, but as soon as she turned around, the kid would be out of sight. Yang Huamei had no choice but to grit her teeth and follow behind him.

Fortunately, she met villagers from the same village working in the fields along the way, and she begged them to help her go back and send a message to Yang Huazhong and Wang Hongquan.

The villagers were also enthusiastic and hurried back to the village to deliver the message.

By the time Yang Huazhong drove a carriage and carried Wang Hongquan to catch up with Yang Huamei, Yang Huamei's people had already arrived outside the south gate of Qingshui Town.

"Third brother..."

She was out of breath and so tired that she couldn't stand still.

"Where's Baymax? Where did he go?"

Wang Hongquan jumped out of the car and yelled anxiously.

Yang Huamei waved her hand, "I lost track of him, but I'm sure he entered the town."

"Then why are you still stunned? Go look for it in the town!" Wang Hongquan stamped his feet, stuck the dry tobacco pole on his waist and turned around to enter the city gate.

Outside the city gate, Yang Huazhong helped Yang Huamei to the carriage and sat down: "You are so tired that you are about to have a heat stroke. Drink some water. Don't worry, Dabai is already so big. He comes to town often, so he can't run away!"

Yang Huamei took the water bag handed over by Yang Huazhong and poured two mouthfuls of water into her mouth before taking a breath.

The brother and sister drove the carriage into Qingshui Town and looked for Wang Hongquan separately.

Wang Hongquan went to the east toward Wa City, Yang Huazhong went to the north, and Yang Huamei went to the west. After an hour, they met in front of Zhangji Baozi Shop in the south.

The three of them stood at the door of Zhang Ji's steamed bun shop to discuss, and after the discussion, they went their separate ways.

A sneaky figure poked out from behind the wall of Zhang Ji Baozi Shop. When he saw the three of them walking away, the figure smiled proudly.

"Want to chase me? It's not that easy!"

He dug into his body and took out a patched sock.

The socks still smelled a bit, so Dabai pinched his nose and found a deserted place to pour the contents out of the socks.

They were all copper plates. When I spread them out and counted them, I found that they amounted to more than fifty coins.

"My father is really poor. How did he save so little private money in his whole life?"

Dabai muttered, threw the smelly socks aside, put the coins in his arms, stood up, looked around for a few times, and plunged into Zhang Ji's bun shop.

Zhangji Steamed Bun Shop is an old shop in Qingshui Town. According to Lao Yangtou, Zhangji Steamed Bun Shop opened here when he was a child.

Many years have passed, and after several generations of hard work, Zhangji Baozi Shop finally ranked first in the breakfast industry in Qingshui Town.

When Lao Yangtou was a child, Zhang Ji's bun shop was a low thatched house with two tables in front. The two shopkeepers boiled a pot of water and kneaded the dough, steaming steamed buns and steamed buns in baskets.

By Yang Huazhong's generation, Zhang Ji's Steamed Bun Shop already had two blue-tiled rooms. There were stoves in the rooms to cook steamed buns and steamed buns, and a row of small stoves outside, with large iron pots on them to cook dumplings and noodles.

There is a thatched shed next to it, with a few simple seats inside for customers to eat.

By the time Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were around, Zhangji Baozi Shop was already a large shop with three rooms and a courtyard.

The shop was filled with tables and chairs, and the two shopkeepers were at the helm, and they also hired a few waiters to help.

Now more than ten years have passed, and Zhangji's bun shop has become a two-story attic, with a large kitchen room at the back, a room for the clerks, and a warehouse.

As for the residence on the second floor, the hall on the first floor has been decorated and divided into a lobby and two or three separate small private rooms.

The young proprietress stood behind the counter, fiddling with the abacus on her fingernails painted with khao. Rows of bamboo boards hung on the entire wall behind her.

The breakfast varieties, specifications, and corresponding prices are written eye-catchingly in black ink on the bamboo board.

There is no shortage of steamed buns, steamed buns, dumplings, noodles, glutinous rice cakes, pancakes, porridge and glutinous rice cakes.

On the basis of the predecessors, the younger generations continued to work hard, and the business of Zhangji Baozi Shop is now soaring.

Dabai stood in front of the counter, looking up at the menu hanging behind the proprietress.

"Little brother, what do you want to eat? Just order whatever you want!"

The landlady paused her calculations, raised her head and greeted Dabai with a smile.

Staring at the bamboo board with big white eyes, he stretched out his hand and poked at it, ordering several things in one go.

Steamed buns, steamed dumplings, fried noodles, rice cakes, tofu curd, everything is available.

After ordering, he asked the proprietress: "What about...is the chicken soup dumpling filled with chicken or pork?"

The proprietress was holding a piece of paper and jotting down notes quickly. When she heard this, she smiled and glanced at him, and said in a good-tempered manner: "Don't worry, little brother, our Zhang Ji is a century-old shop, and we are very good at it!"

Dabai wanted to ask a few more questions, but the landlady glanced behind him: "How many guests can I ask?"

Dabai pointed to his nose: "It's just me."

The landlady murmured to herself, how can one person order so much? Can he eat it all?

However, it is not her business whether she can eat it or not, as long as he pays for it.

"Brother, do you want anything else?" the landlady asked again.

Dabai secretly weighed the more than fifty copper coins in his pocket, and estimated that they were almost enough.

"That's all I'll order for now. I'll order more if I'm not full." He felt a little guilty, but he still looked calm, calm and a bit wealthy.

In addition, the clothes he is wearing are all the best clothes that Lao Wang's family saved for him. There are not a single patch, and they are all 70 to 80% new. He is also fair and clean, with long and smooth fingers.

, at first glance, he looks like a young man who has never done any heavy work.

The proprietress who met countless people actually misjudged Dabai, thinking that Dabai came from a wealthy family in the town, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

"The tofu puffs in our store are either sweet or salty, which one do you want?" she asked again.

Dabai didn't hesitate: "I want something sweet, and more sugar."

"Okay, I'll leave a note for you."

The landlady quickly tore off the note and called a waiter over there.

While handing the note to the waiter, he also ordered: "Take this young guest to find a table to sit down first."

The waiter took the note and looked at it, thinking that this young man has a huge appetite. Is he planning to pack it away after ordering so much?

Huoji bowed and came to Dabai and greeted with a smile on his face: "Sir, please come this way."

Dabai followed the waiter and walked to his table, walking like a stranger.

Dabai looked around the store, drank another bowl of tea brought by the waiter, cracked a dozen caramel seeds provided by the store, and then what he ordered was brought to him.

Xiaolongbao is small and exquisite, with a layer of skin on the outside wrapping the meat juice inside, which trembles.

The steamed dumplings are placed in a bamboo steamer, which looks like the crescent moon on the treetops.

There are two spoons of sugar on top of the tofu puffs, which looks like snow on a sunny day.

Dabai couldn't help it anymore, so he poked a small hole with his chopsticks, and before the soup flowed out, he quickly picked up the dumplings and put them into a small plate with rice vinegar next to him, and then sucked them.

The delicious broth was mixed with rice vinegar, and it tasted like old wine. Dabai was even a little drunk.

Then he stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it in a few times.
Chapter completed!