Originally, Zhao Daxia was pushing the cart from behind, but suddenly her face changed, and she unconsciously let go of her hands from behind and stopped pushing the cart. As a result, Lin Ruifeng, who was responsible for pulling the cart in the front, had his arms sink, and he almost failed to hold the cart, causing it to fall backwards.
Fortunately, we took the road outside the ancient street. Although the road surface was a little sloped, it was not very steep.
After stabilizing the cart, Lin Ruifeng and Shen Qingluo turned their heads to look back.
Shen Qingluo saw that Zhao Daxia looked unhappy, so he turned to her and asked, "Aunt Zhao, are you okay?"
Zhao Daxia finally came to her senses after being patted by Shen Qingluo. Only then did she realize that she had lost her composure and that she had not hung up the phone.
A voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mom, are you listening? My brother and I are at the train station."
Because the voice on the phone was quite loud, Shen Qingluo, who was standing next to him, could hear it clearly.
She looked at Zhao Daxia in surprise: "Aunt Zhao, yes, are your sons here? Are they at the train station? Then please go pick them up quickly, just the two of them? That would be too dangerous."
Zhao Daxia came back to her senses and quickly responded, "Hey, hey, mom is listening. Why did you two suddenly come here? Didn't I say that mom is very busy here and will be back at the end of the year? Why did you two come here?"
The child on the other end of the phone talked for a long time, but he still couldn't make himself understood.
The general meaning is that the two brothers were on vacation and must have had a quarrel with their father at home, so the two brothers stole some money, secretly bought train tickets and ran here.
Shen Qingluo saw that Zhao Daxia couldn't get any specific information after a long time, so he could only take the cart from Zhao Daxia and said, "Aunt Zhao, you should go and take a look. The two children are not safe at the train station. Tell them not to run around and go pick them up."
Zhao Daxia was a little embarrassed: "I, I didn't want them to come over."
At this time, Lin Ruifeng in the front stabilized the car, turned around and came to the back.
After listening to Shen Qingluo's specific explanation of the problem, Lin Ruifeng said, "Sister Zhao, please go to the train station now. No matter what, you should pick up the children first. We can't let them stay at the train station. Go pick them up first, and then we can discuss what to do next."
Zhao Daxia thought about it and it seemed that this was the only way to do it. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go pick them up and come over first."
Shen Qingluo took out some money from his wallet and handed it to Zhao Daxia: "Aunt Zhao, take this money and take a taxi there, and then you can take a taxi back with the child."
Seeing the money Shen Qingluo stuffed into her pocket, Zhao Daxia felt even more embarrassed.
"Xiao Shen, how can I take this money?"
Lin Ruifeng also said, "It's okay, Sister Zhao, you can take it. If my master and the others are here, they will definitely give you money to pick up the child. Pick up the child first and we'll talk about it later."
Zhao Daxia was very moved. She bowed respectfully to Lin Ruifeng and Shen Qingluo before taking a taxi to the train station.
Watching Zhao Daxia leave, Lin Ruifeng said to Shen Qingluo helplessly, "I don't know how old are Sister Zhao's two children? They actually took the train here by themselves. It seems quite dangerous. What if something happens on the way?"
Shen Qingluo also nodded, with some worry on his face: "Yes, it's really dangerous."
In fact, Zhao Daxia’s eldest son is already 18 years old this year, and her youngest son is even younger.
When the two children came together, the eldest son bought a train ticket, then took the younger son into the train station and got on the train.
Originally, nothing happened to the two children along the way, but when they arrived at the station and were leaving, they were still discovered by people at the exit.
So the two brothers were taken to the railway office, and then a call was made to Zhao Daxia.
Lin Ruifeng thought for a moment and said to Shen Qingluo, "Let's go set up the stall first. If Sister Zhao isn't here, you'll have to work hard today."
Shen Qingluo curled her lips and said, "What's the matter? From what you said, you seem to look down on me, right?"
Lin Ruifeng quickly said, "No, no, it's my great honor to have Miss Shen's help. How dare I look down on Miss Shen? I just think you've worked too hard."
Shen Qingluo was quite satisfied with Lin Ruifeng's words: "Okay, let's go."
The two of them pushed the cart together and continued towards the small market.
However, Zhao Daxia took a taxi directly to the train station, and then came to the police duty room at the train station, where she met her two sons who looked exhausted.
After explaining everything to the police and calling her husband at home to explain the situation, Zhao Daxia was finally able to get her two sons out safely.
After coming out, Zhao Daxia said to the eldest brother with an annoyed look on her face: "Who told you to bring your brother here? What if something happens to you while you are taking your brother with you? You really don't make your mother and father worry at all? You are already eighteen years old, can't you understand a little bit?"
When the eldest son was scolded by his mother, he lowered his head and dared not refute at all.
The youngest son couldn't stand it any longer, and finally couldn't help but speak up for his brother: "Mom, don't blame my brother, I asked him to bring me here."
Zhao Daxia understood that the two brothers usually had a good relationship, and in fact her eldest son was quite sensible.
Usually when Zhao Daxia is not at home, the eldest son helps his father take care of the house, especially when his father comes home late from work, the eldest son cooks for his younger brother at home.
Even so, the eldest son's grades did not fall much behind, and his studies never caused his parents any worry.
So every time Zhao Daxia went back to her hometown, she would give some money to the eldest brother and ask him to buy something for her.
But in fact, Zhao Daxia knew that the money she gave to the eldest son was secretly kept by the eldest son. Sometimes he would buy food for his younger brother, and most of it was saved by the eldest son.
Zhao Daxia didn't know what her eldest son was saving money for, and she never asked because she still trusted her eldest son.
Now that this train has arrived, the eldest son has spent a lot of the money he had saved for a while.
The eldest son was really generous on this train trip. He bought lunch boxes and water for his younger brother on the way. He really took good care of his younger brother.
Thinking of this, Zhao Daxia couldn't get angry with her eldest son.
"Okay, you two are here now. I know you must be missing me, so I'll take you around for a few days and wait for your dad to come over and take you back. Is that all right?"
When the younger son heard this, he immediately stepped forward and hugged his mother: "Mom, you are so kind."
The eldest son also laughed, but then he asked again: "Mom, if you take us out to play, don't you have to go to work? Don't you work in a restaurant?"
Zhao Daxia quickly checked the time on her phone: "Oh, you guys have delayed us for so long, let's hurry up and take a taxi back, they may have to set up a stall over there, and mom has to go back to help, so don't go out to play tonight, follow mom and help."
On the way, the two sons asked Zhao Daxia seriously about her stall.
When the eldest son learned that his mother was setting up a street stall with others, he was still a little dissatisfied: "Mom, how could you lie to us? Didn't you say that you were working in someone else's restaurant? Why are you setting up a street stall with them now?"
Seeing her eldest son's look, Zhao Daxia reached out and gently patted his head and said, "What's the matter? You still despise your mother? Let me tell you, being able to set up a stall with others is a great thing. Do you know how much money your mother can make in a month?"
The youngest son immediately asked: "Mom, can you give me 2,000 yuan?"
Zhao Daxia said proudly, "2,000? Let me tell you two, I make 4,000 a month now, and I get a share of the daily income from setting up a street stall, so don't underestimate setting up a street stall."
Hearing this, both sons were a little surprised.
The youngest son cheered even more: "Mom, 4,000 a month? That's a lot of money."
Seeing her son happy, Zhao Daxia was also very satisfied.
The taxi soon arrived at the intersection outside the small market, and Zhao Daxia led her two sons into the small market.
"Look, you two brothers, mom is over there, setting up a stall with others."
When the two brothers entered the small market, they were really amazed by the bustling crowd, the dazzling array of goods, and people of all kinds.
When the two brothers followed Zhao Daxia to the stall, they saw two people inside the stall.
The man was wearing a very clean chef's uniform and the woman was also wearing an apron and looked like a very beautiful sister.
The two brothers had never imagined that the people setting up stalls in the city were all so beautiful.
Lin Ruifeng, who was busy, saw Zhao Daxia coming back and took the initiative to greet her: "Sister Zhao, you are back? These two are your sons, right?"
Lin Ruifeng even smiled and greeted the two boys: "Hello, my name is Lin Ruifeng, and I set up the stall with your mother."
Zhao Daxia quickly asked her son to call someone: "Hurry up and call someone, call uncle."
When Lin Ruifeng heard this, he quickly said, "No, no, no, just call me brother. I'm not much older than them."
The younger son immediately asked, "But you just called my mother 'big sister'?"
Lin Ruifeng quickly said, "Oh, yes, I should call you auntie, but I just can't change it at the moment. I'm sorry, Aunt Zhao."
Zhao Daxia thanked you and said to her youngest son, "What nonsense are you talking about? Xiao Lin is really good. He is the apprentice of a great chef in the city. Let me tell you, don't underestimate Uncle Xiao Lin because he is young. He is very capable. You will know when you try Uncle Xiao Lin's cooking skills."
Lin Ruifeng quickly asked, "You two haven't eaten yet, right? I can start making fried rice here, so I'll give each of you two a portion first."
Zhao Daxia quickly said, "No, no, Xiaolin, just give one portion to the two brothers."
Shen Qingluo smiled and said, "Aunt Zhao, you are too thrifty. Your two brothers came all the way to see you. It's just a meal. How can one portion be enough for two people?"
Lin Ruifeng also said, "That's right, Aunt Zhao, please don't be polite. Give them two servings. It's my treat."
Zhao Daxia said again: "No, no, I'll pay for it."
Shen Qingluo smiled and said, "Aunt Zhao, please don't be polite. Please ask them to sit down and rest for a while. Xiaolin and I will be ready soon and we can eat soon."
Zhao Daxia had no choice but to take her two sons and sit down at a seat in the small market, and then introduce some of the situation there to her sons.
While cooking fried rice, Lin Ruifeng asked Shen Qingluo, "Do you think we should tell Master about this?"
Shen Qingluo shook his head and said, "We can't talk about this. I think Aunt Zhao will definitely tell it herself, so we shouldn't say anything, otherwise it will seem like we are snitching. You should just get back to work and stop thinking about those useless things. Look, the people over there are already here."
Hearing Shen Qingluo's words, Lin Ruifeng turned his head and saw that Ma Xiaolong had indeed arrived.
I have to say that when it comes to that station, Ma Xiaolong does have the advantage in terms of appearance alone.
Even though they were both making teppanyaki fried rice, Ma Xiaolong was more attractive due to his good looks. This made Lin Ruifeng feel a little inferior, and he thought that only the master could have the aura to suppress Ma Xiaolong.
Thinking of this, Lin Ruifeng couldn't help but ask Shen Qingluo: "Do you think that John is more handsome?"
Shen Qingluo took a look and said, "He is indeed very handsome."
Hearing this, Lin Ruifeng naturally felt a little sad.
But then Shen Qingluo said, "But you are too fair, not my type. I prefer you and your master. If you can have your master's body, a solid physique, and wheat-colored skin, that is the masculine beauty that a man should have."
Lin Ruifeng's sadness turned into excitement, but after hearing the following words, he still felt a little helpless.
"Alas, it is really not easy to become like my master."
Shen Qingluo nodded in agreement: "It's really not easy. It takes several years of practice to achieve what my uncle has. By the way, don't you think that Ma Xiaolong also admires your master? Don't you think he looks like your master?"
Lin Ruifeng immediately said, "Yes, I felt before that he really seemed to be imitating the master."
Shen Qingluo glanced over there again, then shook his head and said, "He imitated too much, but his appearance is completely different from that of my uncle. No matter how much he imitates, he is not your master, and it looks very awkward."
However, even though Shen Qingluo doesn't like him, Ma Xiaolong's mixed-race appearance will still attract people who like him.
Not long after he arrived, a group of young girls came out of the small market and quickly surrounded his stall. They chattered and took out their cell phones to take pictures.
Shen Qingluo saw it and muttered disdainfully: "It's really too ostentatious, it doesn't even look like a businessman."
Lin Ruifeng smiled and said, "This is also a way for him to attract business."
Shen Qingluo raised his hand and tapped Lin Ruifeng on the head and said, "Hurry up and make some rice. Don't let Aunt Zhao's two children wait too long."
Lin Ruifeng also withdrew his attention and started to make fried rice seriously.