When Ningxiang went out today, she wore a sportswear, light gray, and carried a backpack.

There is also a small refrigerator in the car that can store the milk she squeezed out temporarily.

After an hour and a half, he arrived at the agreed location of Zhang Xue. The driver parked the car slightly outside to make it easier to turn around.

After getting off the bus, Ningxiang was a little stunned.

Although it is not biased here, I didn’t expect that there was a district in the giant modern city that was so dilapidated.

The outer skin outside the building has fallen off, garbage on the street can be seen everywhere, and the trash can is tilted.

The wind blew, raised sand and dust. It turned out that the wreckage of the house that had been demolished was not cleared away.

Half-built tall buildings will be suspended forever.

Some of the store signs that are everywhere on the street are dusty, some are broken, and some are still signs have fallen to the ground.

Dying and decay are like a certain ward and virus, which stops all activities and annihilates all vitality.

In such a desolate area, Ningxiang still found the place Zhang Xue said, which was a small shop with the words "Sister Zhang's spicy hot pot".

When Ningxiang pushed the door, a layer of dust seemed to move.

There was a woman who had already been working in the store. The dim lights could not outline the furniture and the hazy sense of the apocalypse, as if this was the last lunch.

The sound of boiling water stopped, and a bowl of spicy hot pot was brought out.

The woman smiled when she saw the visitor, "Xiao Ning, you are here."

It's like a reunion of acquaintance after a long separation.

Ningxiang couldn't help but stand up, and the driver Li Xiaowei sat on the table closest to the door.

"Where are you busy?" Ningxiang didn't know how to greet her. It seemed that the store was not open.

"Not busy, have you eaten? I'll make two bowls of spicy hot pot for you?"

"I have eaten it. Little Viagra, can you give me a bowl of it?"

Li Xiaowei hasn't eaten this thing for a long time, and Li Xiaowei is also a little greedy for this bite. Besides, the expectant expression on the woman's face makes it difficult to refuse.

"Thank you sister! 13 a bowl? 15 a bowl?"

"It's okay, I'm treating this bowl."

"How can that work? Please ask for it next time."

After a long dispute, Li Xiaowei still used WeChat to transfer 15 yuan.

In less than ten minutes, another bowl of spicy hot pot was brought out and placed in front of Xiaowei.

The eldest sister also brought Ningxiang a bottle of mineral water, "Child, I know you are breastfeeding now, so I'll give you a bottle of water."

Ningxiang nodded, "Aunt Zhang, thank you."

"I know you must have a lot to ask." Zhang Xue did not move her chopsticks, but put the bowl of spicy hot pot on the seasoning table. After putting the seasonings, she did not bring it over.

"Don't you eat it?" Ningxiang was a little curious. Is there anyone else coming?

"I don't eat it. I have been opening a malatang restaurant for many years. My store is actually very popular. It once set a record of 20,000 bowls a day, and an average of 15 bowls of malatang is sold per minute. When there are many people, I have hired six.

Seven waiters." Zhang Xue had neither nostalgia nor sorrow when she spoke. "But three years ago, that sudden disaster caused everything to come to an abrupt end. From then on, the Malatang restaurant went bankrupt."

"Is the economy in this area so recession?" Ningxiang was a little suspicious because the area where she lived was only a few dozen kilometers away from here, but it was still a prosperous scene.

Ningxiang didn't know the catastrophe mentioned by Zhang Xue, but she didn't know that the promise was so huge.

The guilt in my heart is also much less.
Chapter completed!