Seven or eight people poured into the noodle shop together—men and women, old and young—and almost everyone was carrying something in their hands.
Meng Yu, who was still eating his noodles, was startled and didn't know what they were up to.
Inside the bar, sharp-eyed Chenchen immediately recognized the newcomers and excitedly shouted,
"Grandma Wei!"
"Grandpa Song!"
"Uncle Zhu!"
"Uncle Zhao!"
...
In the past two years, Su Zhu often took Chenchen out to play on the street, and Chenchen's good memory allowed her to recognize almost everyone she had met.
Seeing Chenchen behind the bar, the group quickly gathered around, talking all at once.
"Oh, baby Chenchen, Grandma finally sees you!"
"Chenchen has lost weight!"
"The child's been through so much hardship, of course she's thinner. Heaven has eyes; now it's better!"
"Chenchen, Grandpa brought your favorite egg cakes. I specially made them for you."
"Thank you, Grandpa Song!"
Only then did Su Zhu come out from the kitchen and manage to speak, "Aunt Wei, Uncle Song, Brother Zhu, Chen Shufen, look at you all coming to see Chenchen, and bringing things too. You don't need to—"
These were all shopkeepers from this street!
Then the old man who ran the cake shop spoke,
"Su Zhu, don't be so polite. Chenchen is like family to the neighborhood—we've watched her grow up on this street. I made these egg cakes especially for Chenchen, with no additives. The child's always loved them, so let her have some; eating well means being healthy."
"Yes, Su Zhu," Aunt Wei handed a bag of eggs to Su Zhu, "These are real home-raised eggs, nutritious. We make steamed egg custard for Chenchen every morning. Strong immunity means fewer illnesses."
"Lin Fanglong isn't good enough for you," Aunt Wei said, "If you ever need help, just say so. We're neighbors here. I'm not talented in many things, but if you have to go out, I'll watch Chenchen for you and manage things."
"Aunt Wei, there you go again," Zhu Chunhua from the tobacco and wine shop laughed, changing the subject, "Su Zhu, I caught this crucian carp yesterday at Qingshui Lake. It's wild. Once cleaned, you can make some fish soup for the kid. I saw a health show once; experts said wild crucian carp boost immunity. Just be careful with the bones when feeding her..."
"Su Zhu, my dad said the car's parked right outside my shop. If you ever need to go out, just use it."
...
Looking at the warm-hearted neighbors in front of her, Su Zhu's eyes grew a little moist. She took a deep breath and bowed deeply, "Thank you all, thank you for your care!"
At this moment, Zhao Lei, son of the hardware store owner Zhao Meng, couldn't wait any longer, "Su Zhu, my dad says your noodles are incredible, better than delicacies. Make some for everyone to try!"
"Yes, yes, it's been a long time since we had your noodles. Make a bowl! I want 'Er Xi'."
"I want 'Er Xi' too. Let's all have the same, so Su Zhu doesn't have to make different kinds—too much trouble!"
"Okay, I want 'Er Xi' as well!"
The group had already decided to come support Su Zhu by eating noodles.
"Alright, alright, everyone have a seat. I'll go make it now." Su Zhu invited everyone to sit and turned back into the kitchen.
Meng Yu, sitting and eating nearby, watched everything unfold and felt genuinely touched.
This kind of loyalty and kindness among ordinary people was something he, born into a noble family, had never experienced. These people didn't expect anything in return—they sincerely cared for someone, and even as an outsider, he felt warm inside.
So many people cared for one person. It showed that the noodle shop owner must have a good character.
From what he heard, the owner had just divorced and was raising her daughter alone.
Such a cute and well-behaved daughter, such a talented cook—how could someone give her up? That would be pure foolishness!
For some reason, Meng Yu suddenly grew curious about this noodle shop owner.
The noodles were quickly ready. After all, food is the foundation of the people—no one could resist top-quality noodles, even if just a single bowl.
At the first bite, even Grandma Wei and Old Man Song couldn't hold back, let alone the younger people.
"Slurp..."
"Slurp..."
"Slurp..."
"Ow, it's so hot!"
"Oh no, I bit my tongue!"
The dining hall was filled with sounds of noodles being slurped and soup being drunk, occasionally mixed with cries of pain, resembling a scene of disaster survivors.
Meng Yu didn't laugh, because he had just done the same.
Looking at the neighbors wolfing down their noodles, Meng Yu glanced at his empty bowl and suddenly felt a bit hungry again, even though his stomach was already full.
He couldn't eat more!
He really couldn't!
His stomach would burst if he ate any more!
As Meng Yu battled his craving in his mind, yet another group of diners arrived outside, having heard the news.
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