Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

Chapter 236 Tramp

With the consent of Sang Wanzhou.

Xiao Fubao put two meat buns and a cup of soy milk in a transparent bag, and ran towards the old man.

Standing in front of him, he handed over the steamed stuffed bun and soy milk.

"Grandpa, here you are!" Xiao Fubao held up the meat bun and soy milk with a smile on his face.

The old man looked down at her dully, and suddenly snatched the steamed stuffed bun and soybean milk from her hand, and started to gobble them up.

I have to say, this look of eating makes people feel unappetizing.

Obviously been hungry for days.

Faced with such a situation, ordinary children may have been scared away.

Not only was Xiao Fubao not afraid, but he also asked him if he had enough to eat. If not, he could bring him some more.

But the old man only cared about eating buns and ignored her completely.

After he finished eating, with the remaining rubbish in his hand, he left without looking back without saying a word.

Xiao Fubao tilted his head in confusion.

It just so happened that the breakfast stall on the side was closing down, and the proprietress didn’t know if she was talking to herself or telling her: “This old man suddenly appeared here a few days ago and started wandering around here. People are sitting in a daze, they must be suffering from Alzheimer's disease."

Seeing the old man disappear around the corner, did Xiao Fubao go after him and return to the shop.

【What did our little one do with the steamed stuffed bun and soy milk just now?Why did the things in my hand disappear after going out? 】

【Didn't she just say to send a bun to someone?Who would look hungry?I'm not used to not following up. 】

[It should be a homeless man, our little baby is really kind and kind. I have tasks to complete in a week, and I even distribute some food to the homeless man. 】

Sang Wanzhou put the money in his pocket and put it away, raised his eyelids and glanced at her: "Are you back?"

"Yeah!" Little Fubao climbed up on the chair and sat down, "Brother, Fubao heard from other aunts that the grandfather seemed to be sick just now, called old age or something."

"Alzheimer's disease."

"Yes! It seems to be the disease!" Xiao Fubao pouted, "That old grandpa is so pitiful, I don't know if I can see him again tomorrow."

Sang Wanzhou did not reply to her words.

The two of them sold the buns until noon, and finally they were almost sold out, only one or two buns were left unsold.

But it's almost there.

There was still stuffing left for making steamed buns yesterday, at least enough for two days, but the business of selling these kinds of things will definitely get worse and worse.

So today he plans to buy something else and make it according to the ingredient list.

There was nothing he could do now anyway.

After cooking a few times, he found that cooking is actually quite fun.

Sang Wanzhou packed up the remaining few steamed buns, and was about to save them until night, if the little guy was hungry, he would steam them for her.

He Xiaofubao spoke first and said, "Brother, let's take this out. If we meet that grandpa again, let's give him this bun!"

Sang Wanzhou thought for a while, then handed her the bag and let her go.

He went upstairs and grabbed some photographer who was slacking off during work hours.

The big photographer who silently tidied up his clothes: "..." Hey, just call me if you call me, why are you blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

the most important is!

It's still live now!
How bad it is to be affected by the audience!

(End of this chapter)