I am weak and friendly

Chapter 341 Short Essays on OIFU

At noon, Lin Jiaqiang and Zhao Wenjie rode their bicycles to the "Guo Family Stir-Fry" restaurant. Zhao Wenjie didn't really want to come, but Lin Jiaqiang dragged him there anyway.

The two people, carrying some cooking oil, milk and other things, had just parked their electric bikes by the roadside when they saw a bustling crowd at the entrance of Guo's Stir-Fry Restaurant.

Lin Jiaqiang stood at the door, almost thinking he had gone to the wrong place. He stepped back, looked up at the sign above, and confirmed that it read "Guo's Stir-Fry Dishes" before going back in. He saw the owner, Lao Guo, sweating profusely, come out of the kitchen, bring out a plate of food, and then run back without stopping.

After running a few steps, the shop owner, Lao Guo, finally noticed someone at the door and said, "Sorry, there are no seats available..."

Turning my head, I saw that there were two people.

"Sigh, you two are here. Look at me... Go sit down at table number 4 inside and wait for me for a while. I'll finish this in a bit..." The shop owner, Lao Guo, sighed. "If I had known it would be this busy at noon today, I wouldn't have called you."

"Uncle, don't bother." Lin Jiaqiang quickly took off his vest. "Let me help you."

"No need, you two sit down..."

"Oh, don't be so polite, don't keep the guests waiting," Lin Jiaqiang said.

Just then, more people arrived. The shop owner, Lao Guo, was about to say that there were no seats available when Lin Jiaqiang quickly pointed to the table that had been reserved for him and said, "There is a table here, please sit down!"

With the help of the two people, the shop owners were finally able to catch their breath, but now the bigger problem was that they didn't have enough ingredients.

"I'm sorry, we're out of ingredients. You'd better eat at another restaurant," said the owner, Lao Guo, to the people waiting for a table.

"It's alright, boss, just bring us whatever you have here. We're not hungry, we just came to take a look," the people waiting for a table said with smiles.

"Ah, this..."

You can't just forcibly drive people away.

Store manager Lao Guo was at a loss and kept scratching his head.

He now recognizes the group of people sitting at the door; they are the local internet celebrity he used to follow, known as Hailing Xunmo Ge.

He felt that it was this "Hailin Xunmo Ge" who brought him popularity by coming to his live stream. The problem was, why did this internet celebrity have to come at the worst possible time, when he was completely unprepared?

If he had known earlier, he would have prepared more ingredients and dishes in advance, and shown off his best skills. Maybe he could have even brought the small shop back to life.

But now, he really has nothing; he doesn't even have time to go over and say hello or offer someone a toast.

Seeing this, Lin Jiaqiang tugged at Zhao Wenjie and said, "I have to go buy some groceries for Uncle Guo... could you keep an eye on things for me?"

He tidied up and went out, but at this hour, where should he go to buy groceries?
In fact, the time when the catering industry buys ingredients is completely different from that of ordinary people. Due to the special nature of the catering industry, most of them start to get busy at three or four in the morning. Some large vegetable markets are also brightly lit and bustling with activity at this time.

By midday, most of the vegetables had already been sold out, and buying more would likely result in significantly lower prices and lower quality.

He took out his phone, wanting to search for something, but didn't know who to ask. Suddenly, he remembered and asked Lorenz for help: "Lorenz, do you know if I can go there to buy groceries at this time?"

"Let me ask for you," said the little robot inside OIFU.

Then he saw a small red dot on OIFU, and he didn't know when OIFU had updated again.

Tang is so diligent!

Another update?

This morning, Lin Jiaqiang was running around doing his work, trying to catch up on the afternoon's tasks and help out at the store more at noon. He ended up missing OIFU's update.

He clicked update, OIFU restarted, and then he saw that there were some new things on the interface.

The "Guo Family Stir-Fry" restaurant behind him was highlighted on the map, with little stars constantly appearing on it.

what is this?
Lin Jiaqiang clicked on the little star, and an interface appeared.

"Thank you, boss. May you have a long and peaceful life." "Thank you, boss. My family of three was dirty and made a mess of your floor, but you didn't abandon us and even cooked us some shredded pork." This phrasing is a bit awkward and contains typos. It's clear that the person who wrote this might not be very well-educated.

"Good person, thank you."

"Thank you, Uncle Guo, for saving my life. If it weren't for the boss, I might really be dead. It's a pity I'm so useless. I'll kowtow to Uncle Guo."

"I'm not going to say anything more. Wait a few days, and I'll come and pay Uncle Guo back for the meal."

Looking at those messages, Lin Jiaqiang was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. He then recalled the days when he was homeless and had nowhere to go, and was taken in by Uncle Guo.

Although it only lasted a few days and involved a misunderstanding, it was something that Lin Jiaqiang would remember for a lifetime.

He flipped through the pages as he read.

At the very bottom of these messages, there is a very long comment.

Or, in today's popular parlance, this is called a "short essay".

"The best fried rice I ever ate in the first twenty years of my life was made by my grandma. I was eight years old that year, and my parents, who worked in the city, wanted to take me to school there. I didn't want to go, so I went out and hid. My grandma searched all over the mountains for me. I still remember the trembling voice of her calling my name. That night, I hugged my grandma and cried for a long time. Later, I heard from my mother that my grandma watched over me all night and hardly slept at all."

The next morning, Grandma got up very early and made my favorite fried rice. I asked her why she wasn't eating, and she said, "Eat, eat! Grandma loves watching you eat fried rice." That fried rice was so delicious! Even after all these years, I still remember it. I remember the taste of every single grain of rice, and I dream about it every time I have a dream.

"After that, I didn't have a very good life. My parents were always arguing, and later they divorced and started their own families. They became rich and had new children, and I became the unwanted one. Sometimes they would give me money, and sometimes they would just pretend to forget about me. I grew up eating irregularly, sometimes hungry and sometimes full. Whenever I was hungry, I wanted to go back to that small mountain village, back to my grandmother's side, to eat a bite of the fried rice she made for me. But my grandmother passed away when I was ten years old, and I had nowhere to go back to..."

"For a long time afterward, nobody cared about me. I dropped out of high school and went to many places with others. I worked in factories, sold insurance, sold houses, made money, and was also cheated. Sometimes, I had some money, but I could never save it. I always spent it all and always gave up on myself... Sometimes I thought, this is probably how my life will end. How did I end up on the streets? Why can't I plan for myself? If my grandma were still here, what would she think of me?"

"The night before last, when I arrived at Uncle Guo's shop, he fried me a bowl of rice. I don't actually remember what that fried rice tasted like anymore; I was just so hungry that I ate it all in one go. All I remember now is Uncle Guo sitting across from me, telling me to eat slowly and not to choke. That night, Uncle Guo told me a lot of things that my parents had never told me, things that no one had ever told me before."

"Uncle Guo, you said my family would be heartbroken to see me like this, but actually no, Uncle Guo, no one in my family cares about me anymore. You and Auntie are the best people to me besides my grandma."

"Uncle Guo, thank you for the fried rice. I will work hard and try to make something of myself. If possible, I would like to help others like you, Uncle Guo."

“Uncle Guo, I had a dream that night. I dreamt that my grandma came to visit me. Actually, I haven’t dreamt of my grandma in a long time. That night, I dreamt that I went back to my childhood. My grandma made fried rice for me. She said, ‘Eat up, eat up. Grandma loves watching you eat fried rice.’”

The short essay was a bit messy; in some places, it seemed like I just wrote whatever came to mind.

But seeing this almost made Lam Ka-keung burst into tears.

Because he is so empathetic.

Sometimes he felt that he was really miserable, that he had ended up like this, homeless, and he didn't even dare to tell his family.

But after reading this person's comment, he realized that perhaps he was actually quite fortunate.

After reading this, he noticed there was another arrow below.

Once he unfolded it, he discovered that it was filled with messages and comments.

"Fire tongs Liu Ming."

"Liu Ming after the fire."

"Dude, you're famous!"

"Brother, where are you right now? Do you need help? I have a job here, want to give it a try?"

"Hey bro, I'll treat you to fried rice."

"Don't worry, I'll go thank Uncle Guo for you."

"Check-in complete".

(End of this chapter)