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  The boy smiled wryly and shook his head, unable to attack someone with a green arrow above their head, indicating they were not hostile towards him. His attacks would only be effective when the person's arrow turned red, signifying enemy intent.

  At this time, the middle-aged man who was rubbing his face spoke up, "Wife, forget it. It's just two fried dough sticks, a matter of one yuan. Let's just consider it as doing a good deed! Is it worth getting angry with a child?"

  The boss's wife saw her husband speak up and didn't dare disobey, so she waved her hand and said reluctantly, "Forget it, forget it, let's go, I'll treat!"

  The boy felt relieved and bowed to the boss, thanked her, and sat down on the stone steps of the nearby shop, eating the fried dough sticks in big mouthfuls.

  The boss's wife showed a hint of disdain in her eyes, it turned out to be just a small beggar! It was only because she had misjudged him, and since there were customers coming to buy fried dough sticks, she ignored him and went back to business.

  The boy was eating his fried dough stick, thinking to himself. He had come to a clear realization about the importance of money. Apparently, in this place, everything relied on those small metal pieces and paper with numbers printed on them; otherwise, you couldn't take a single step forward. What should he do from now on? How could he get his hands on some money?

  Upon reflection, why didn't that kind-hearted father and daughter ask me for money when I was eating bread earlier? Recalling the boss's wife's expression just now, my good impression of that father and daughter increased even more.

  At six o'clock, the flow of people on the road at the entrance of the community gradually increased. Across the street is a bus terminal, and many people take buses. Many people are in a hurry to go to work, and the business of the fried dough stick stall has also picked up.

  The boss's wife was busy frying dough sticks and taking care of the payment and packaging, some customers couldn't wait and left to catch the bus. The queue in front of the dough stick stall stretched for over 10 meters.

  A middle-aged man kept taking out dough from under the table to make fried dough sticks, he was so busy that his feet were in the air. He saw the situation with his wife but couldn't help her at all.

  Seeing the situation in front of him, the boy put the unfinished fried dough sticks back into the plastic bag and placed it on the stone steps. He then stood up and came to the female boss.

  "Let me help you fry dough sticks!"

  The boss's wife was stunned, she didn't expect this lazy beggar would come and help her voluntarily.

  "Don't worry, I can do it, just show me once and I'll be fine." The boy's eyes shone with determination.

  The boss's wife looked at the long queue in front of her and thought that having more helpers was better than none.

  Pick up a dough immediately and teach the boy experience, "Look, the dough should be pinched like this, then lightly pull it out, put it into the oil pan while pulling, when frying, you must use chopsticks to stir-fry, fry until this color is considered well done, and you must take it out in time, otherwise it will be overcooked."

  "Learned Fried Dough Stick skill, proficiency 1%."

  The boy immediately took over the task of frying dough sticks and what surprised the boss was that although the first dozen or so dough sticks were not fried well by the boy, some were too old and some were not crispy enough, but afterwards they became more and more delicious.

  The boy kept putting the dough made by the middle-aged man into the pot, and picked up the fried golden oil strips from the pot with a pair of chopsticks and placed them on the oil strainer, his speed was surprisingly much faster than the boss's wife who was an old hand.

  The boss's wife was also amazed, this boy seemed to have exceptionally good eyesight, with so many fried dough sticks rolling in the oil pot, he could take out the fried dough sticks one by one according to the order they were put into the pot, without making any mistakes.

  The boss's wife looked at the boy's work for a while, felt relieved, turned around to focus on collecting money and wrapping oil strips. The speed of selling oil strips naturally doubled compared to before, and the long queue quickly shortened. The middle-aged man in the back also had a happy smile on his face.

  It wasn't until around 9:30 that the crowd buying fried dough sticks began to thin out.

  The middle-aged man stopped what he was doing and let the boss lady watch the stall in front, then used a plastic bag to pack two more fried dough sticks and called the boy over to talk.

  "Hey young man, not bad! What's your name? Come on and have two more! Uncle is treating!" The middle-aged man handed the fried dough sticks in his hand to the boy.

  The boy was stunned, what's his name? He didn't know how to answer this question either. He took the plastic bag handed over by the middle-aged man, and his eyes scanned a low-rise house across the street with "Shanghai Huan Yu Economic Development Co., Ltd." written on it. His heart skipped a beat as he replied, "My name is Huan Yu."

  "Ring Universe?" The middle-aged man was also stunned, he obviously misheard it, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart. It's really a big world with no surprises, who would still have the surname "Ring" in this day and age?

  "Then I'll call you Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, are you sneaking out of the house?"

  "Snuck out?" The boy was taken aback.

  Before the boy could respond, the middle-aged man chuckled and patted the boy's shoulder, saying, "Hehe, no need to explain, I understand. When I was a kid, I also did something like this. I stole 200 yuan from home and went to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts. Hehe, now that I think about it, it was really foolish."

  "Shaolin Temple? Are those people fierce?" The boy seemed to have heard of 'Shaolin Temple' for the first time.

  The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with surprise, and with the increasing hype of the media in recent years, from 80-year-old elderly men to three-year-old children, shouldn't they all know about "Shaolin Temple"? How could this young man not know?

  But he didn't take it to heart and continued, "Awesome my ass, damn it, learning martial arts in school costs 2,000 yuan in tuition fees, these monks are crazy for money."

  "What the heck?" The boy repeated these four words in his mind several times, eventually categorizing them as swear words.

  The middle-aged man continued his story, "I begged for two days but it was useless. Without money, no one would take me in, so I had to go back home. After going back home, I couldn't read books anymore. The school said I didn't follow the rules and regulations, and my absenteeism was too long, so they expelled me. At 14 years old, I had to go out and work, relying on the noodle-making skills I learned from my hometown. It wasn't easy for me to finally settle down in this big Shanghai."

  The middle-aged man patted the boy's shoulder again and said with a heavy heart, "Xiao Yu, you will only know how good home is when you leave it. I advise you to go back as soon as possible, otherwise, you will suffer later."

  "Home?" The boy's eyes showed confusion, and he shook his head, "I don't know where my home is either."

  The middle-aged man was taken aback, this boy looked clever and quick-witted, learned how to fry dough sticks in no time, and worked well too, didn't seem stupid at all, how could he say such nonsense? But thinking again, looking at the child's tattered clothes, maybe his dad remarried after his mom passed away and was abused by his stepmom and kicked out of the house?

  Since he didn't want to go back, it was no good persuading him. After all, the two were just passing acquaintances. The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said to the boy, "Xiao Yu, I see you don't have much money on you. It's not easy living like this, one day hungry, the next day full. Why don't you stay here and help me out? I'll provide food and lodging, and give you 500 yuan a month. Whenever you want to leave, you can go anytime, how about it?"

  The boy was originally worried about money, and when he heard the middle-aged man say so, he thought to himself that he had nowhere else to go anyway, so it would be better to settle down here for the time being and earn some money. Otherwise, if hunger struck again and he couldn't find anything to eat, things wouldn't be looking good, so he agreed to stay.

  From today on, Xiao Yu officially becomes the sole young apprentice of Master Guo's fried dough stick stall.

  Guo is from Anhui, his wife is from Jiangxi, they met when he came to Shanghai for work. They have a four-year-old child who was left with the grandparents in their hometown, and all they hope for is to earn more money outside, return home and build a small house, and also save some tuition fees for the child.

  Master Guo's fried dough stick stall has a shop front, which is a row of simple houses built along the gate of the community, serving as both a wall and a store. The simple house is divided into two floors, with a small attic upstairs for sleeping at night, and four or five tables downstairs for business use.

  This house rents for 800 yuan per month, paid to Director Wang of the residents' committee on a monthly basis. It's considered an extra welfare benefit for their residents' committee, and during holidays and festivals, they use it to organize activities and such.

  In the morning, Master Guo sold out of fried dough sticks and then packed up his stall. From noon till night, he did business selling spicy sauce noodles in front of the store.

  It's strange to say, but among so many types of noodles, Master Guo only makes one kind, spicy sauce noodles.

  According to him, it's a secret skill passed down from his hometown. Not only is the dough kneading and noodle pulling technique exceptional, but the preparation of the soup base and chili sauce also has its own unique methods. A steaming bowl of noodles, topped with special soup base and diced meat chili sauce, and sprinkled with scallions, the flavor is simply irresistible.

  Xiao Yu was amazed by the effect of this bowl of noodles from the very first time he ate it.

  "Special spicy sauce noodles, edible. Each serving of 100g reduces hunger by 20%, immediately restores 20% health, increases joy by 20%, and temporarily boosts strength by 10 for 10 minutes."

  Restoring 20% of life immediately is enough to prove the value of this bowl of noodles, far surpassing the effect of bread and fried dough that takes five minutes to recover 5% of life, not to mention the additional effects of temporarily increasing strength by 10% and joy by 20%.

  "It's worth working for nothing if I can eat this noodles every day!" This is Xiaoyu's comment.

  Mr. Guo's spicy sauce noodles have many old customers, at noon and evening meal times, there are the most guests, and the store is often crowded to the point of being packed.

  The living standard of the residents in this community is not high, as it is located in the suburbs of Shanghai. Most people who live here are migrant workers who rent houses to work in Shanghai, and a bowl of four-yuan spicy noodles is absolutely their best choice to fill their stomachs, let alone how delicious these noodles are.

  After Xiao Yu arrived, Master Guo and his wife felt much more at ease. This young man was diligent and willing to work hard, and he learned quickly too. Before long, he had also mastered the skill of making fried dough sticks that Master Guo was good at.

  Master Guo was delighted, but also left a mind, when he cooked chili sauce and soup head, he deliberately found an excuse to get rid of Little Yu, this is his food plaything, if even this was learned by Little Yu, then what would he mix?

  This book was first published on 17K, left by Lao Gan Ma

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