That night, a man cried loudly in the hospital, like a child, curled up barefoot in the corner, confused, confused, and helpless.

Reality will always go against hope, and having luck will only be shattered by facts. Wang Yongqiang, a man, has all his support at this time, with Liu Wenxiu's departure.

Wu Daguang and the county magistrate stayed in the hospital all night. When it was dawn, Wang Yongqiang appeared in front of the two of them with red and swollen eyes.

He bowed deeply: "Thank you for your help in the county, I'm going to say goodbye."

"Where are you going?" the county magistrate asked.

"I want to take Xiu'er back to her hometown, and the fallen leaves return to her roots. That is where he should go. Xiu'er told me a few days ago that she wanted to go home. It was almost autumn, and she wanted to go and see the wheat fields at home." After that, Wang Yongqiang turned around and left, with the back of the county magistrate Gu D taking out his wallet from his pocket, taking out all the money in his wallet, and chasing him.

"Young man, if you take this money, I can only help with this." The county magistrate's expression was solemn.

Wang Yongqiang did not answer: "You are a good county magistrate. I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life. If there is someone I can help, I will definitely help with it with a word."

"Then you take the money..."

Wu Daguang stopped the county magistrate and said to Wang Yongqiang: "Go away."

Wang Yong forced out a smiley face that was even worse than crying: "Thank you."

Leaving.

Wang Yongqiang disappeared from the sight of the two people, and the county magistrate asked Wu Daguang: "He has no money, why should he go back?"

"Help is a kind of alms. No one is willing to be given until he has no choice but to make him compromise disappear." Wu Daguang yawned twice and left the topic: "It's dawn, Wu Ji's catering and breakfast just happened to be out of the pot, let's go together."

"But he... nothing will happen to him."

"It's only a matter of time before we get out of grief sooner or later."

The county magistrate didn't say anything else, maybe Wu Daguang was right.

Wu Daguang rode a motorcycle and took the county magistrate to Wu Ji's restaurant. The two of them served breakfast. The second brother walked out of the store with his hands in his pockets and blew the gangster's horn.

"I have told you so many times, don't whistle." The county magistrate blamed that parents can recognize their children at a glance in the crowd.

The second brother put away his whistle, and he was confused about not being blamed by his old man, but when did Brother Guang get along with his old man? Their styles were too disharmonious.

After waiting for his master to leave in a quiet voice, the second child approached and said, "Brother Guang, what's the situation? Why did my master get along with you?"

"Why does anything you say changes to your mouth? Do whatever you should do." Wu Daguang wiped his mouth.

Xinghua happened to come out of Wuji's restaurant with her little schoolbag on her back. When she saw her father, she jogged over, and the little schoolbag was swaying behind her.

"Dad, you haven't sent Xinghua to school for a long time." Xinghua pouted, looking wronged.

Wu Daguang picked up the apricot blossoms and put them on the bench next to him. It sank, and his little face began to grow fat. It won't take long to become a fat girl.

Xinghua blinked her big eyes and tilted her little head: "Dad, will you send Xinghua to school?"

Wu Daguang scooped the bridge of the apricot blossom's little nose in a doting way: "Send it, what the little princess said, dad will do it as he wants to have something for breakfast today?"

"I want to drink meat buns with broth."

With a dark look on his face, Wu Daguang wondered if the apricot blossoms were going to float further and further along the fat road.

"There is no broth, only soy milk, rice porridge, buns and fried dough sticks. Should you consider apricot blossoms?" Wu Daguang asked.

Xinghua flattened her mouth and stood her chin with her hands on her chin for a long time: "Then eat millet porridge with meat buns."

Wu Daguang spitted out a mouthful of old blood. Apricot blossoms are inseparable from meat. They have to find a way to make the apricot blossoms balanced nutrition. As they continue to develop, they will almost become piglets in the pigpen.

A small bowl of rice porridge and a fried dough sticks were eaten clean. Finally, I licked the corner of my mouth with satisfaction and patted my round belly at my father: "Dad is full."

Wu Da bald: "If you are full, go to school."

"Didn't you agree to send apricot blossoms to Dad? Dad wants to send apricot blossoms to Dad." Xinghua rubbed her body into Wu Daguang's arms.

"Let's go and send Xinghua to school."

Xinghua happily ran down the bench and shouted to the shop: "Sister Manli, come out quickly, you are going to kindergarten."

"Here you come." Xu Manli replied in the store.

Along the way, Xu Manli lowered her head throughout the whole process, and even Xinghua asked her questions carefully.

Wu Daguang took the apricot blossoms to the kindergarten and handed them over to the head teacher. Wu Daguang still said the same thing: "Apricot blossoms are still young and don't need to learn so much. I don't agree with preschool education. As children, happiness is the most important thing."

This made the class teacher feel embarrassed. Parents make the children who are studying have poor grades, but parents do not agree that children who are overstudy are the smartest in the class.

This shows that a problem of Chinese educational philosophy, excessive pressure on children will only make them feel bored, even feared, and often backfire. The geniuses that praise them are far more active and more adaptable to the requirements of society than the geniuses that scold them.

After parting with Xinghua in the kindergarten, Wu Daguang went directly to Wuji Restaurant. At the entrance of Wuji Restaurant was a sloppy man with his hair tied up knots without washing or cutting for a long time.

Wu Daguang thought it was a beggar, so he took out two dollars from his pocket and walked over, and lifted the money halfway through his hand, and was stunned.

"Wang, Boss Wang?" Wu Daguang saw the man look like Boss Wang, but he was not sure. His face turned black and red due to the sun, and the stains condensed on that face, so he could only see a rough outline.

When Boss Wang saw Wu Daguang recognize him, he dodged for a few times and turned around and ran away.

It's still so terrible to be so sacred.

Boss Wang disappeared into a small alley. Wu Daguang had no time to care and turned around and entered Wuji Restaurant, which was once the territory of Boss Wang.

Just as Wu Daguang was about to enter the store, he heard a young man and woman chatting outside the store.

The man said: "I have eaten this restaurant once. The chef is of good quality. It's just that braised pork. It's really amazing. I've eaten braised pork from their house and eaten in other restaurants. Others have ruined the pig."

The woman covered her mouth and smiled: "Not as exaggerated as you said, braised pork can make other flavors."

"You don't believe it yet, just go in and try it."

It seems that the two of them don’t look like boyfriend and girlfriend. They probably have known each other for a while and have not been sure of their relationship. Then again, Wu Daguang’s chefs have been trained by him, and their cooking skills cannot be compared with him, the future chefs, but for this small county, Wu Ji Catering is one of the best chefs.

Wu Daguang didn't interrupt and walked towards Wu Ji Restaurant. God was destined not to let him enter the gate of Wu Ji Restaurant.

Zhang Erlai ran over from the opposite side of the intersection in a hurry, not even caring about taking a breath.

"Brother Guang is not good, the vendors and workers are fighting."
Chapter completed!