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

It seems that the iron hut of less than 6 square meters has been enchanted. It can not only produce all kinds of ice cream and milk tea, but also produce American hot dogs, hamburgers, fried chicken and Korean fried rice cakes made by Lao Wang himself, as well as China spring rolls he developed. ...

Lao Wang, who lives alone, puts all his efforts into this store, and holidays are all year round, rain or shine.

He dare not let himself stop. Only when you are busy can you get rid of those unpleasant memories for a while.

Lao Wang cooked well in his early years, sold things cheaply, and his business has always been good.

However, Lao Wang sells everything by temper. When he meets a greedy beggar who has no money, he is very happy. Not only does he not accept money from others, but he also gives away several kinds of food for free.

Once, a young couple came shopping with their son.

The little boy passed by the gourmet house and smelled fried chicken, so he clamored for fried chicken. But I just bought fried chicken and the little boy stared at the milk tea again.

His mother refused anyway and said with a straight face, "Didn't I tell you?" You can only buy the same! "

No matter how her son cries, the mother won't let go. In cold weather, the little boy cried his nose all over his face.

Lao Wang couldn't bear to watch the child cry, so he quickly mixed a cup of hot milk tea and handed it to the child. "Young man, don't cry, grandpa will buy you a drink! No money. "

The little boy's mother took the milk tea back. "I'm not worried about money, but I don't want him to eat more junk food!" "

This makes Lao Wang unhappy. "Whose stuff is junk food? My milk tea is made of fresh milk and real tea, and it can be beautiful after drinking! "

Lao Wang bypassed the tin house and insisted on sending milk tea to the boy's arms.

The woman was completely angry. "Are you sick, old man? Is this my son or your son? "

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

He saw a dirty and tall old man chasing his wife and children on the main road. He opened the car door and came out. While walking, he also lit Lao Wang angrily with his hand. "What are you doing? ! "

"The old man is sick!" When a woman sees her man coming, she is more imposing.

"Who scolded you? ! How much stinking money is amazing? This is what I invited the children to eat! "

Three people cried and pushed together, and the onlookers couldn't understand the farce. The pedestrian street, which is not spacious, got stuck here and became crowded.

However, the little boy took the milk tea in Lao Wang's hand at the right time and stood by and drank it with relish.

It was not until the security guard of the pedestrian street came running that the three talents were pulled away. Lao Wang's cotton-padded jacket collar is wrinkled and crooked on his arm.

This is not the first time he has been in trouble. The security guards are used to it.

Watching the couple go out and yell at the child's arm, the security captain patted Lao Wang on the shoulder. "I said, old man, when can I stop my temper?" Giving something away for nothing can also make people get a good beating. It's the first time I've lived so big! "

Lao Wang ignored the teasing of the security captain, but made a face at the little boy who turned around frequently.

Lao Wang has a bad temper. Therefore, although he has been in the pedestrian street for many years, he has not made any friends.

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20 1 18 at the end of October, there was a heavy rain in Fancheng, a small town in the north.

In this extremely cold weather, there are almost no people in the street, and many iron houses on the pedestrian street are not open, only the "Lao Wang's gourmet hut" is still brightly lit.

All day long, his customers were several young female employees in the opposite shopping mall.

Those little girls like to eat his cold noodles and China spring rolls. At lunch and dinner, they sent a representative to cook for Lao Wang. Five dollars per person, full, catch up with the old Wang Jimin, but also send them a cup of red jujube ginger tea.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Lao Wang is going to pull the shutter door.

Usually, he drives at least until 1 1, but on this rainy day, there are no customers, the iron house leaks air and it rains cats and dogs. He really can't stand the cold. Two cotton slippers on his feet were soaked, and a pair of big feet were frozen into ice.

Going home early, opening a bottle of wine and cooking a pot of hot porridge is Lao Wang's holiday for himself.

Halfway through the shutter door, he felt something biting his trouser leg and subconsciously kicked it.

"Boo hoo", a piece of hot meat rolled aside.

Looking back, it was a big golden hair with bleeding front legs.

The rain turned its yellow hair into a lock and clung to its head. The sharp primal looks funny. Its front leg seems to be scratched by something, and it is bleeding.

Golden retriever looked at Lao Wang with wet eyes. Lao Wang's foot was not light just now, and he was injured again. At this time, he was lying on the ground, looking like a dying man.

Lao Wang's heart melted.

When he was young, he liked to pet dogs. When he was a militia, he also trained two police dogs. However, since his wife died, he has never had a dog.

On this rainy day in early winter, God made such a poor thing happen to him. If he doesn't care, it will be drowned by this heavy rain, right?

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

Afraid of the dog falling, he also wrapped the dog in broken autumn trousers several times. The dog is obedient and motionless.

After this ordeal, he was soaked in the rain.

After taking the dog home, Lao Wang made a nest for the dog with broken cotton trousers, washed the injured dog leg with iodophor, sprinkled some Yunnan Baiyao and tied it up.

Going to the pet hospital, he has no energy and doesn't want to spend the money.

Lao Wang is biased against hospitals. Even if he is ill, he just buys some medicine in a small clinic to make do with it, and he chooses the cheapest one.

"Old chap, whether you can survive depends on your luck." Before going to bed, Lao Wang touched the dog's head and prayed for it.

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The next morning, Lao Wang felt dizzy.

He has a high fever.

The hospital is definitely not going. The only son has broken up with him and won't call on holidays.

Old Wang Can only pulled himself together and cooked a pot of porridge, even forcing himself to drink two bowls. I took two expired cold medicines again, and I was lying in bed sweating under a quilt.

He fainted feebly.

In a daze, Lao Wang heard the purr of golden retriever. When I opened my eyes again, it was dusk outside the window and the neon of the city began to run brilliantly.

All he remembers is that it is time to get some food for the dog.

So, I got up again with difficulty, heated the porridge with a rice cooker, drank a bowl myself, and brought another bowl to the dog.

In the past few days, Lao Wang gave Jin Mao a very feminine name called "Jiahui".

Jiahui is a bitch.

Lao Wang found Jiahui very human.

When he is sick and weak, Jiahui knows how to help him put on slippers and throw the waste paper thrown on the ground into the trash can.

Jiahui also showed amazing vitality. After only three days' rest, she was able to drag her lame leg around the house.

The most amazing thing is that when he walks, he knows to put down his steps gently, as if he was afraid to disturb Lao Wang's sleep.

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Lao Wang has been lying at home for a whole week and his fever has gone down.

As soon as he recovered from his illness, he wanted to open a shop again, so he had to lock Jiahui in the house.

When he left, he touched Jiahui's head and told him, "Old chap, wait at home and I'll bring you something delicious in the evening."

Jiahui licked his hand as if she understood.

When I came back two days ago, except for some traces of shit and urine on the floor, my home was still dark.

The third day was terrible.

Toilet paper, rotten socks, cloth strips on mops ... mixed with dog hair, Jiahui tore the floor, and the house seemed to be ransacked, and the house smelled of dogs.

After a busy day outside, Lao Wang couldn't wait to fall asleep when he got home. Where does he have the strength to clean?

His impatience came up again and he kicked Jiahui in the stomach.

Jiahui endured the pain, let out a cry and shrank in the corner of the bed.

Looking at it, Lao Wang's heart softened again, sighed and squatted on the ground to pick it up.

When Jiahui saw that her master had calmed down, she immediately shook her tail, stuck it behind his hair, and stretched out her tongue "hahahahahaha", looking silly.

Lao Wang smiled.

In fact, it's good to have such hot things at home.

On the fourth morning, when Lao Wang went out, Jiahui put her head under the door and wouldn't let him close the door.

Old Wang Mingming Bai Jiahui wants to follow him out.

He sighed. "Well, you can take it." Anyway, a lonely old man is not afraid to do anything that makes people look askance.

As a result, there was such a scene on the main road-a tall and thin old man hunched over and rode an old electric car with a big pedal, and a lame dog ran after him.

Jiahui stretched out her tongue, panting in her mouth, and her dog's tail was high and she looked very happy.

This fresh scene attracted people's attention.

Several boys also whistle.

Lao Wang unconsciously raised his neck and felt full of energy.

When she arrived at the store, Jiahui was too tired to breathe, but she still hugged Lao Wang tightly.

There were not many guests in the morning, so Lao Wang peeled two sausages and put them in a white porcelain bowl and gave them to Jiahui.

Jiahui was full, and she nested in a circle at Lao Wang's feet. Her wet black eyes were very clever.

Lao Wang couldn't help stroking his lame leg and sighed, "Old chap, your leg is lame. I'm afraid it's hard to find a good partner in my life ... "His tone seems to be chatting with an old friend," but it doesn't matter, I don't mind, I'll give you a pension and die ... "

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In the past, when business was not busy, Lao Wang liked to watch news on his mobile phone.

Now, Lao Wang spends time training dogs.

He learned the skill of training dogs when he was a soldier. The chicken bones left from making hamburgers and the minced pork left from making meat rolls are good ingredients for him to treat Jiahui.

"Jiahui, sit down!" Lao Wang stood in front of the shop, drinking like a soldier.

"Jiahui, lie down!" Lao Wang stretched out his arm and made a neat gesture.

"Jiahui, shake hands!" Jiahui lifted her lame front leg and shook hands with Lao Wang.

Soon, Lao Wang became the envy of the owners of the pedestrian street. Because, as soon as he tames the dog, pedestrians in the street will inevitably go to his shop to watch.

Because of a dog, the business of the snack bar is too busy. This is what Lao Wang did not expect.

Later, he simply hired a helper. In this way, when you train the dog again, you won't delay your business.

Jiahui is very clever. Only two months later, she learned to shake hands and pick up drink bottles.

It has become a star dog on the pedestrian street, and young couples and children who go shopping like to tease it best.

They shouted like Lao Wang: "Jiahui, shake hands!" " "As soon as Jiahui raised her front foot, they clapped their hands and jumped up, happier than winning the lottery.

Some children came to buy Lao Wang's hamburger, but they didn't eat a bite, so they handed it to Jiahui.

In just a few months, Jiahui was as fat as if she had been exploded with anger.

There are also many dog owners who come to Lao Wang for advice on dog training experience.

Every time, Lao Wang smiled and said, "What's the secret? If you raise it as a person, it is naturally a person! "

The dog owner was very dissatisfied and felt that Lao Wang was mystifying.

Yes, it's really hard for them to imagine the life of an old man living alone.

In fact, Lao Wang is telling the truth. For him, Jiahui is not only a pet, but also a partner and friend.

He eats and sleeps with Jiahui every day; Usually, he never uses a dog chain, and Jiahui follows him wherever he goes; He has the truth, no one said it, and he also told Jiahui.

Keeping a dog in this way, let alone a person, is almost perfect for Jiahui.

Every night, Lao Wang, who has been busy all day, comes home, sits in the dim light and drinks a small glass of wine silently. Jiahui crouched quietly at his feet, making no noise and looking at him. Only two black eyes were shining and wet.

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

Is a person who can't talk.

Jiahui knows all the pain in his heart.

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Lao Wang did not expect that the reporter also came to interview him.

First, a restaurant owner with an official WeChat account in this city came to take photos of Jiahui, and wrote that an obscure snack bar in this city has a magic dog that can pick up garbage.

Subsequently, a video producer, online celebrity Jr., sent a small video of "Jiahui" shaking hands with customers and helping Lao Wang pick up plastic bottles to his personal account. In just a few days, the number of video clicks actually broke 300 thousand.

Two days later, a reporter from Fancheng Daily came to interview.

Journalists' interviews are more professional because they always want to dig out the stories behind them.

They even want to know why Lao Wang opened a snack bar, what he did in his early years, who else is at home, and why he has been living alone.

Lao Wang faltered and didn't want to say anything.

The reporter promised Lao Wang that after the newspaper was published, the TV station would follow up the interview. They will make Lao Wang and Jia Hui become a network celebrity in a small town, and making money in the future is a matter of minutes.

Lao Wang knows that the reporter is not bragging, and he has tasted some sweetness.

But he still doesn't want to be interviewed.

He has no problem with money, he is just worried that he will bring trouble to his son.

Lao Wang politely sent the reporter away.

It's a pity that people are popular and things can't help themselves.

A few days later, the report came out.

Newspaper reporters don't know where to find the answer. Lao Wang's son works as a middle-level manager in a well-known state-owned enterprise in this city, with an annual salary of more than 300 thousand. The article criticized Pharaoh's son for having a house and a car, but let his father who is over 60 years old make a living by selling snacks.

The article was forwarded to the forum in this city. Due to the fame accumulated before "Jiahui", the article quickly spread wildly in the whole network. (Novel title: Lao Wang and His Dog, written by Qi Qiman. From: read some stories every day and watch more exciting)