1

The old Wang's gourmet hut in Fancheng Pedestrian Street has been open for almost ten years.

The less than 6 square meters of tin hut, like being enchanted, which not only produces a variety of ice cream, milk tea, as well as the old Wang hand-made American hot dogs, hamburgers, fried chicken, Korean fried rice cakes, and his own development of Chinese spring rolls with meat ......

Living alone, the old Wang has put all his efforts into this store, and holidays are year-round.

He didn't dare let himself stop. Only when he was busy could he get rid of those unhappy memories for a while.

Lao Wang had a base of craftsmanship in catering in his early years, and things were sold cheaply, so business had been pretty good.

Only, the old king sells things all by nature, and meets the greedy and penniless children, he is happy, not only do not charge people money, but also to give several kinds of food for free.

On one occasion, a small couple brought their son to shopping.

The little boy passed by a food house and smelled the aroma of fried chicken, so he made a fuss about eating fried chicken. But just after getting the fried chicken, the little boy set his eyes on the milk tea.

His mom disagreed and said, "Didn't I tell you? You can only buy one thing!"

No matter how much his son cried, his mother was determined not to let go. On a big cold day, the little boy cried so much that he had snot all over his face.

The old king couldn't bear to see the child cry, and was busy mixing a cup of hot milk tea, handing it to the child's hand, "Young man, don't cry, grandpa treat you to a drink! No money."

The boy's mom slapped the milk tea back, "I'm not sorry for the money, but I don't want to tell him to eat more junk food!"

This comment upset the old king, "Whose stuff are you calling junk food? My milk tea is made with fresh milk and real tea, and it's a beauty treatment when you drink it!"

The old king circled out of the tin house and insisted on sending the milk tea into the boy's arms.

The woman was completely enraged, "You old man is sick, right? Is this my son, or yours?"

Not far away, the boy's father was sitting in the BMW.

When he saw a dirty, tall old man, hounding his wife and son on the main road, he was busy opening the car door and stepped out. While walking, he also angrily pointed his hand at the old king, "What are you doing?!"

"This old man is sick!" The woman saw her man coming and became even more angry.

"Who are you cursing? You don't care how much money you have, do you? This is my treat for the kids!"

Three people pushed and shoved together, and the onlookers could not understand the farce. The not-so-spacious pedestrian street got stuck here, and it became a mess.

But the little boy saw the opportunity to take over the milk tea in the hands of the old king, stood aside and drank it with gusto.

Until the security guards on the pedestrian street ran over, they pulled the three apart. Old Wang's cotton jacket collar was wrinkled and tilted on his bladder.

It was not the first time he had been in trouble, and the guards were used to it.

Watching the couple tugging on the child's arm and cursing as they walked out, the security chief patted Wang's shoulder, "I say, old man, when can we get a grip? I've never seen a man give away something for nothing and then get beaten up for it."

Lao Wang didn't pay any attention to the security chief's flirtation, but instead made a face at the little boy who turned back frequently.

Lao Wang is such an evil temper. As a result, he hadn't made a single friend, even though he had been in business on the pedestrian street for years.

2

At the end of November 2018, it rained heavily in Fancheng, a small northern city.

In this cold and miserable weather, there were almost no people on the streets, and many of the tin houses on the pedestrian street were not open, except for "Old Wang's Gourmet Cottage", which was still brightly lit.

This whole day, his customers were just a few young women working in the mall across the street.

The girls loved his grilled cold noodles and Chinese spring rolls. At lunch and dinner, they send a representative to Old Wang's place to get their meals. For five dollars each, they ate their fill, and when Wang was happy, he would give them a cup of red date and ginger tea.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Wang was ready to pull the shutter.

On a normal day, he would be open until at least 11 o'clock, but in this rainy day, there are no customers, and the tin roof is leaking, he is too cold to bear. The two cotton slippers on his feet have been damp for a long time, and a pair of big feet has frozen into a pile of ice.

Going home early, opening a bottle of wine, and simmering a pot of hot rice is the kind of vacation Lao Wang gives himself.

The roll-up door was halfway down when he realized something was biting the foot of his trouser leg, so he subconsciously kicked it.

With an "oooooooh" a hot, fleshy thing rolled to the side.

Turning around, it was a large golden retriever with a bleeding front leg.

The rain had knocked its yellow fur into locks, clinging to its head and body, its spiky brain looked funny, and its front legs looked like they had been scraped by something and were bloody.

Golden hair with wet eyes looked at the old king, just now the old king that kick is not light, coupled with its injuries, at this time lying on the ground a dying pitiful look.

Lao Wang's heart softened.

When he was young, he liked to play with dogs, when the militia, he also specialized in taming two police dogs. However, since the death of his wife, he has not been able to take care of himself, he has not had a dog.

This early winter rainy day, God let him come across such a poor thing, if he does not care, it must be doused by the rain to death, right?

After a moment's hesitation, Wang moved the golden hair to the big pedal of the electric car.

Fearing that the dog would fall off, he also wrapped the dog around his torn fall pants a few times. The dog was very obedient, and did not move at all, let him toss.

After he finished, he was drenched in rainwater.

Bringing the dog home, Wang used the broken cotton pants to give the dog around a nest, the injured dog's legs with iodine vapors, sprinkled with some Yunnan Baiyao, bandaged up.

To go to the pet hospital, he didn't have the energy, and he couldn't afford to spend that kind of money.

Lao Wang has a prejudice against hospitals, even if he is sick, but only in the small clinic to buy some medicine to make do, but also pick the cheap to buy.

"Old man, whether you can survive or not, depends on your destiny." Before going to sleep, the old king touched the dog's head and prayed for it.

3

The next morning, Old King realized he was dizzy.

He had a high fever.

The hospital was a definite no-go. The only son had long since cut off relations with him, and would not even come to the phone on New Year's holidays.

The old king could only get up, boil a pot of rice, and force himself to drink two big bowls. He took two more expired cold pills and lay in bed, covering the covers and sweating.

He passed out helplessly.

In a daze, Wang heard the Golden Hair "whimpering". When he opened his eyes again, it was already twilight outside the window, and the city's neon signs were beginning to glow.

He then remembered that it was time to get the dog some food.

So, with great difficulty, he got up again, warmed up the thin rice in the rice cooker, and drank a bowl for himself, and served one to the dog as well.

***In the past few days, Wang gave the Golden Hair a very feminine name, Jiahui.

Jiahui is a female dog.

Lao Wang realized that Jiahui was very humane.

When he was so sick and weak, Jiahui knew how to carry his slippers for him, and also helped him carry the waste paper thrown on the ground to the garbage can.

Jiahui also showed amazing vitality, and after only three days of recuperation, she was able to drag her lame leg around the house.

The most amazing thing was that she knew to keep her steps light when she skipped, as if she was afraid of disturbing the old king's sleep.

4

Lao Wang had to lie at home for a week before his fever subsided.

As soon as he recovered, he had to open his store again and had to lock Jiahui in the house.

When he left, he touched Jiahui's head and urged, "Old buddy, wait at home, I'll bring you some good food at night."

Jiahui licked his hand as if she understood.

The first two days back, except for some traces of dog poop and urine on the floor, the house was still considered neat and tidy.

The third day was a disaster.

Toilet paper, rotten socks, mop on the cloth strips ...... mixed with dog hair was Jiahui ripped all over the place, the home seems to have been ransacked, the house is full of dog smell.

Lao Wang has been busy all day, and he can't wait to go home to sleep, where he still has the strength to clean up.

His temper flared up again and he kicked Jiahui in the stomach.

Jiahui ate the pain, "oh", shrunk to the corner of the bed.

Looking at its appearance, the old king's heart is again soft, sigh, squatting on the ground to pick up.

Jiahui saw his master angry, immediately wagging his tail and sticking to the back of his buttocks, his tongue "ha snorting ha snorting" stretched out a long time, a silly happy energy.

Lao Wang laughed.

In fact, it is quite good to have such a hot thing at home.

On the morning of the fourth day, when Lao Wang left the house, Jiahui put her head in the doorway and refused to let him close the door.

Lao Wang realized that Jiahui wanted to follow him out.

He sighed, "I'll take it with me," he said. In any case, a widowed old man is not afraid to do anything to make people look at him.

So there was a scene on the street - a tall, skinny old man riding a big, old-fashioned scooter, with a crippled dog chasing after him.

Jiahui put her tongue out long, mouth "huffing and puffing" hot air, the dog's tail up high, a gleeful energy.

This fresh scene attracted the pedestrians to look at each other.

A few of the boys even whistled.

Lao Wang unconsciously angled his neck, feeling refreshed.

By the time they got to the store, Jiahui was so tired that she was only gasping for air, but she still clung to Old Wang every inch of the way.

In the morning, when there were not many customers, Lao Wang peeled two ham sausages, put them in a white porcelain bowl, and served them to Jiahui.

Jiahui ate enough, then coiled into a circle nestled at the old king's feet, the two wet black eyes through the good behavior.

The old king couldn't help but touch its limp leg and sighed: "Old buddy ah, your leg limp, this life is afraid it's difficult to find a good match for me ......" He sounded like he was talking to an old friend, "but it doesn't matter, I don't mind, I'll give you a good old age. I don't mind, I'll give you my old age ......"

5

Before, when business wasn't busy, Lao Wang liked to use his cell phone to watch the news.

Now, Lao Wang tames his dog when he has time.

He's picked up the same skills he used to have when he was in the army. Chicken bones left over from making burgers and ground pork left over from making meatloaf are great ingredients for rewarding Jiahui.

"Jiahui, sit!" Old Wang stood in front of the store and bellowed in the tone of a soldier man.

"Jiahui, lie down!" Old Wang flattened his arms and made a sharp gesture.

"Jiahui, shake hands!" Jiahui lifted her limp front leg up and shook Old Wang's hand.

Soon, Old Wang became the object of envy for all the owners of the pedestrian street. Whenever he tamed a dog, all the pedestrians on the street went to his store to watch.

Because of a dog, the business of the snack bar is so hot that it is too busy. This is the old Wang did not expect.

Later, he simply hired a helper. That way, when the dog was tamed again, there was no delay in doing business.

Jiahui is very agile, only two months, it learned to shake hands and pick up drink bottles.

It became the star dog on the pedestrian street, and the young couples and children who shopped there loved to tease it.

They followed Old Wang's example and shouted, "Jiahui, shake hands!" As soon as Jiahui lifted her front feet, they clapped and jumped for joy, happier than if she had won the lottery.

Some of the kids came to buy Old Wang's burgers and didn't eat a bite of their own, feeding them to Jiahui instead.

In just a few months, Jiahui had gained so much weight that she looked like she had been blown up by air.

There are also many dog owners who come to Lao Wang for advice on how to train their dogs.

Every time, the old king said with a smile, "There is no secret, you treat it like a human being, it will naturally understand human nature!

The dog owners were very dissatisfied and felt that Lao Wang was making a fuss.

Yes, it is too difficult to ask them to imagine the living condition of an elderly person living alone.

In fact, what Lao Wang said was the truth. For him, Jiahui is not just a pet, but a companion and friend.

He eats and sleeps with Jiahui every day; he never uses a chain to tie him to wherever he goes; he has no one to talk to about what's on his mind, and he says it all to Jiahui.

With such a method of raising a dog, not to mention the human nature, Jiahui is simply to become a spirit.

Every night, after a long day's work, Lao Wang went home and sat in the dim light, sipping a glass of wine in silence. Jiahui squatted quietly at his feet, not making any noise, only looking at him with two black eyes shining brightly and wetly.

At moments like that, Lao Wang really felt that Jiahui was not a dog.

It was one that could not speak.

Jiahui understood the pain in his heart.

6

Lao Wang didn't expect that the reporter also came over to interview him.

First, the owner of a public website in this city that does food and drink came over to take a bunch of pictures of Jiahui, and wrote an article about a magical dog that picks up garbage in an unassuming snack bar in this city.

After that, a small video of Jiahui shaking hands with customers and helping Wang pick up plastic bottles was sent to his personal account, and in just a few days the number of hits on the video reached 300,000," he said.

Not two days later, Fancheng Daily News reporter came over to interview.

The reporters' interviews seemed more professional because they always wanted to dig out the back story.

They even tried to find out why Lao Wang wanted to open a snack bar, what he had done in his early years, who else was in his family, and why he had been living alone.

Lao Wang stammered and didn't want to talk.

The reporter promised Wang that the TV station would follow up the story after it appeared in the newspaper, and that they would make Wang and Jiahui the most popular celebrities in the city, and that they would make money in a matter of minutes.

Lao Wang knew that the reporter was not bluffing, and he had already tasted some of this sweetness.

But he still didn't want to be interviewed.

He had no grudge against money, he was just worried about getting his son into trouble.

Lao Wang politely sent the reporter away.

Unfortunately, when you're popular, you can't help it.

In a few days, the report was still sent out.

The newspaper reporter found out from somewhere that Wang's son was working as a middleman in a well-known state-owned enterprise in the city, earning more than three hundred thousand dollars a year. The article complained that Wang's son had a house and a car, but let his father, who was over 60 years old, sell snacks to make a living.

The article was forwarded to the city's forums, and because of Jiahui's previous fame, the article quickly went viral. (Name of the novel: "The Old King and His Dog", Author: Qiqi Man. (From: read some stories every day, see more exciting)