Summer nights always come very late. Even though it is already dinner time, it is just slightly yellow next to the skyline.

The dark clouds in the sky began to gather, half covering the afterglow of the setting sun.

Bai Song looked at the dark clouds and pulled Duoduo and said softly: "It seems that it is going to rain. Let's go quickly."

"But the little ant has not moved?" Duoduo said to Bai Song with his innocent eyes: "The teacher said that the little ant will move when it rains."

Bai Song listened to Duoduo's children's words, smiled and touched Duoduo's head, making Duoduo's head tilted. So it was unclear.

"The little ants built a large palace underground. With that palace, they can shelter from wind and rain, so they are no longer afraid." Bai Song said something that Duoduo could understand a little.

Duoduo pulled his head with his little hand, and suddenly he seemed to think of something: "Then is like home? With parents, they can shelter from wind and rain."

"Yeah, right?" Bai Song answered briefly, mentioning that Bai Song remembered the small residence where he lived, and seemed unwilling to stay on this topic.

After walking for a while, I had already walked out of the street. The cold-selling restaurant was not far ahead and was already walking on the road.

Bai Song held his daughter's little hand and changed the topic: "Duoduo, is there anything interesting in kindergarten?"

At this time, a small car that looked very trendy slowly drove past the road. Duoduo immediately said, "Niu Niu didn't take the school bus today, so he just got on the one he had just left. Will Dad's father be faster than the school bus?"

"It's faster." Bai Song nodded.

Duoduo raised his head naively and looked at Bai Song with big eyes: "Did you have that dad?"

Bai Song suddenly stopped and the smile on his face became a little stiff. Duoduo thought Bai Song was angry when he saw Bai Song's appearance. Duoduo shook Bai Song's hands and screamed in a slight voice: "Dad."

Perhaps in the previous life, Bai Song would have difficulty facing such a simple problem as her daughter, but rebirth in this life made Bai Song feel a little relieved, but fortunately he was reborn.

Bai Song's face regained a relaxed smile. He let go of Duoduo's little hands, supported his knees with his hands and bent down, looking at Duoduo and said solemnly: "There will be."

Duoduo seemed a little confused about why his father became so serious because of such a thing, but she didn't know that a man promised his daughter would be the same even when facing children.

Looking at Duoduo's confused expression, Bai Song smiled helplessly and grabbed Duoduo's little hand again.

The owner of the cold dish shop looked at Bai Song walking into the store, and asked with a smile: "What do you want to cut?"

"Cut half a pound of pig's ears, um," Bai Song thought for a while, remembering that his daughter seemed to like eating rabbits, and said, "Cut half a rabbit with ginger juice."

"Okay."

The boss is a very quick-moving person. In addition, cold dishes are cooked foods, and the seasonings are prepared in advance, such as ginger, garlic, tar, etc., and you just need to mix them in proportion.

Bai Song probably knew that this old shop owner had been in it for nearly twenty years. The shop was a very small shop and never hired employees or anything else. Most of the shops were packed and eaten by neighbors.

It is said that practice makes perfect, but some people think it is boring to do the same thing day after day, either change careers or do it numbly for the sake of their livelihood.

But there are also people who do the same thing. Unlike the former, even if it is mechanical work day after day, he is willing to do it with his heart.

Once you have done something carefully for decades, no matter how humble it is, it can be called art. Just like the boss in front of you, he can match the flavor of golden ratio without even having to look at those seasonings.

Cutting, cutting, pinching, and spoon each step is very smooth, and it looks like a performance. It is not too much that this seemingly inconspicuous work becomes art.

Isn’t art originating from life and higher than life?

He walked out of the cold dish shop with his daughter. Bai Song looked up at the sky again. The dark clouds had not yet dissipated.

"White Pine!"

As I walked, someone suddenly called her name in Baisong. I turned around and saw that it was the only place on the street where welfare lottery was sold. Apart from this place, it was a long way from where it was sold.

Bai Song walked in and found the source of the voice: "It's you, old ghost."

Lao Gui is a fifty-year-old man. I forgot what Lao Gui is called Bai Song, but I only know that he is called Lao Gui. Lao Gui is not a person who often gets into mingling with Bai Song.

Bai Song also went to work at the beginning. The person named Lao Gui was the team leader of Bai Song. Everyone called him Lao Gui. Whether it was a young man who had just entered society in his twenties or an old man in his thirties or forties, he called him that.

Few people know what the old ghost is called.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and you haven't played with us after you quit."

The group of Lao Gui is all young people who can be discussed well. The relationship between the two is quite good during work. In my memory, it seems that Lao Gui also lives nearby.

"What are you doing recently?" The old ghost obviously didn't know Bai Song's reputation. The whole street was quite large. In fact, only a few people knew Bai Song.

"I didn't do anything." Bai Songben wanted to make excuses, but for some reason Bai Songqing couldn't help but say: "Just make some money in the game, so be careful, it's about the same job as before."

"It's great, at least I'm very free at work." The old ghost smiled, looked at Duoduo and asked Bai Song: "Is this your daughter? Oh, I'm so good."

Bai Song pulled his daughter's hand, looked at the old ghost and said, "Well, Duoduo call him uncle."

Generally speaking, in this case, what are Uncle Zhang, Uncle Chen, Uncle Zhao and so on? Bai Song really forgot what the old ghost is called and it seems embarrassing if he asks. You can't call Uncle Ghost, right?

Duoduo held Bai Song's arm in his little hands, and his eyes were timid: "Hello uncle."

"Hey, hello." Lao Gui was a very free and easy person, because there was a freezer next to the Xiatian Lottery Store. Lao Gui bought an ice cream with the boss: "Duoduo, what uncle gave it to you."

Duoduo looked at Bai Song inquiringly, because she usually said not to take strangers' things casually. Bai Song knew what Duoduo meant and nodded: "Take it and say thank you uncle."

"Thank you uncle." Duoduo took the ice cream and said obediently.

Duoduo was eating quietly with the ice cream. The air conditioner was on in the lottery shop, and Bai Song couldn't help but get closer.

The hot summer heat is really uncomfortable, and Bai Song can't stand it, let alone Duoduo.
Chapter completed!