Chapter 77

Because of his weak body, in order to enable him to grow up healthily, the Dean gave him a nickname called Kangkang. Kangkang put his hands around Jiang Chan's neck and rubbed his thin little face on Jiang Chan's cheek.

"Sister cicada, you are different today."

Jiang Chan looked at Kangkang and said, "what's different?"

Just met the Dean coming out of the kitchen with a pot. Kang Kang saw the dean and looked at Jiang Chan. Suddenly he said, "sister Chan is very similar to the dean's grandmother today."

Jiang chanxin said, in addition to my past 50 years, I am older than the dean's grandmother, okay? Thinking of this, Jiang Chan couldn't help touching her cheek. When she started with her thin little face, Jiang Chan was relieved.

She held up tuokangkang's small body and said in her heart, how can you see my vicissitudes of life from my 14-year-old appearance?

But this can only be buried in her heart. After a simple breakfast, Jiang Chan still rode the 28 bar in the yard to Uncle Mo's small restaurant.

In a hurry, I arrived at Uncle Mo's small restaurant at seven o'clock. Uncle Mo's Restaurant runs breakfast along with it. Jiang Chan stopped the 28 bars there, washed her hands and helped aunt Mo pinch steamed stuffed buns.

While holding the steamed stuffed bun, Jiang Chan's eyes showed Lin's appearance. Lin's favorite is the pulp skin steamed stuffed bun made by Jiang Chan. Jiang Chan made it for her every three or five times.

Until Lin's death, Jiang Chan seldom made steamed stuffed buns. Because at that time, the whole yuan family was her biggest. Who dared to let her cook food?

These flashed in her mind. Jiang Chan suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with staying in that world for a long time. At least she gained the love of Lin and Jiang Sen in addition to all kinds of skills she learned.

They gave Jiang Chan father's love and mother's love, which was missing from her childhood to most. This is also what Jiang Chan missed most. Therefore, she was so sad when Jiang Sen and Lin passed away.

Many flashed in her mind, but Jiang Chan's face was silent. Jiang Chan's hands moved quickly, and small steamed stuffed buns lay on the cage drawer.

Aunt Mo took the time to take a look and said with a hearty smile, "little cicada's craftsmanship is growing. This steamed stuffed bun is really good-looking."

Jiang Chan's heart has been doing it for decades. Can't it look good? On the face, he was still very calm: "my aunt taught me well."

Seeing aunt Mo steaming steamed buns with a drawer, Jiang Chan leaned in front of the chopping board and stared at Aunt Mo's back, thinking about everything in the first world.

Aware of Jiang Chan's idea, Qingyuan suddenly said, "if you can't forget everything you've experienced, I can seal up your emotions and watch from the perspective of a bystander."

Jiang Chan replied: "no, I don't want to seal up everything in the past. After all, it's the real world I've been in. I just can't react for a moment. After all, I've lived there for decades."

To be fair, Jiang Chan is reluctant to give up everything she has experienced, but she has no regrets. In that world, Jiang Sen and Lin loved her very much, but she also did what a child should do.

When Jiang Sen and Lin leave, she naturally refuses to give up, but life is like this. There will always be birth, old age and death. She just needs to cherish every moment when they get along

If her feelings for Jiang Sen and Lin are sealed, it will essentially deny their existence, which Jiang Chan is not willing to see.

She hopes she can always remember Jiang Sen and Lin Shi. In retrospect, someone once loved me so much.

Uncle Mo came in with a bag of lobsters: "the little cicada came so early today? He ate lobster at Uncle Mo's side in the evening. He just bought it in the morning. It's fresh."

Jiang Chan looked at the lobster in the bag and suddenly said, "Uncle Mo, does the barbecue in the night market sell very well?"

Uncle Mo scratched his head: "yes, barbecue with beer is a must."

Uncle Mo poured the lobster into the basin, took a big brush, held the lobster and began to take care of it.

"I know." Jiang Chan muttered, specifically asking her to go to the night market. The cost of this barbecue stall is not much. If it can be done, it will be able to take the children in the orphanage down.

After delivering today's fast food routinely, Jiang Chan declined the invitation of Uncle Mo and aunt Mo to stay for lobster. Jiang Chan rode to the night market. The barbecue mainly depends on the sauce. She has also studied several sauces for so many years. If she really does barbecue, it may not be a good idea.

The night market was very lively. Jiang Chan walked around. Many snack stalls were crowded, which strengthened Jiang Chan's confidence. On closer look, there are not many barbecue stalls, just two, one in the street and the other in the middle of the snack street.

With an abdominal case in her heart, Jiang Chan didn't stay much and turned back.

Three days later, a kind-hearted barbecue shop was added to the night market. Kindness is the name of the orphanage. The reason why Jiang Chan named it is to hope that everyone will regard it as the industry of the orphanage,

The orphanage is all out this time, and there are few people. Adults submit to the dean. The remaining eight are children. With Jiang Chan, there are only ten people in total.

An'an and other older children are helping with the meat kebabs, and two girls around the age of ten are greeting the guests and helping with the dishes. As for Jiang Chan, she is the chef who is in charge.

Dean fan held Kangkang. She was specially responsible for collecting money. The children are still young, so they don't have to come over to collect money. President fan is older and more secure.

So busy, until eleven o'clock, the people in the night market gradually dispersed. Jiang Chan hammered her stiff back and began to clean. These places have to be cleaned by themselves, and several older children have come to help.

All cleaned up. Jiang Chan rode an electric tricycle and took the family back to the orphanage.

When we got to the hospital, we didn't care about the smell of oil smoke. We all gathered together in President fan's room and looked eagerly at the bag in President fan's hand, which was the income of tonight.

Looking at these eager little carrots, President fan didn't show off. He opened the bag in his hand, and the ground on the mat was full of colorful money.

"Wow!"

"A lot of money!"

"Count quickly!"

President fan clapped his hands: "sort it out by categories first, and then count the numbers."

Several older children responded without raising their heads: "I see."

Even ANN, she buried herself in the mat and picked up the steel.