Uncle Wu is still wearing a white-washed jacket with a few more patches. I don’t know how many years he has worn it, but it is folded neatly and cleanly. His body is straight and his temperament is obviously different from that of ordinary Uncle.

The old man's complexion was better than before, but he was still thinner. He looked at the intersection from time to time, opened the drawer and took a look. Seeing that the small ticket was still there, he felt relieved again.

"Grandpa Wu!"

Huo Jinzhi arrived and took out a bulging bag from the basket. It contained Qingming cakes wrapped by Su Wanrou. It was wrapped overnight last night. It was fresh and there were more than a dozen eggs.

During this period, Huo Jinzhi got a lot of convenience from Mr. Wu and took a lot of posters, so the stills he took were clear and beautiful, and his business was much better than his peers. Huo Jinzhi, who was grateful, would bring some food, sweet potatoes, rice cakes, eggs and meat every time he came.

Uncle Wu refused to ask for it, so Huo Jinzhi worshipped him as his godfather. Everyone in the cinema thought he was Uncle Wu's rural relative, so he simply turned his fake relative into a real relative.

"Why are you bringing something again? I'm not short of food for you and your mother." Uncle Wu said angrily, wondering she was embarrassed.

He is so old that he still asks a child to fund it. He is shameless!

If the child at home hadn't been so hungry that he wouldn't have accepted it with shame, but the child had sent too many things, so he would have no shame to accept it again.

"I won't bring it next time."

Huo Jinzhi smiled, put the things into the guard room, and took out a warm rice ball from his arms. He bought it on the road just now. Now there are more and more vendors. There are breakfast on the road, and there are no food coupons. Huo Jinzhi bought one for Mr. Wu to eat.

"I bought too much and couldn't finish it. Grandpa Wu, you eat it while it's hot, but it's not delicious if it's cold."

Huo Jinzhi gave the rice ball to Mr. Wu, and changed his indifference in the past. He would repay those who had truly helped him.

Uncle Wu's eyes were a little sore. He knew that the child felt sorry for him and was afraid that he would take it back for the child to eat. In fact, he had planned that way, but Huo Jinzhi kept staring at him. Uncle Wu had to eat it. It took a long time to eat such a real rice ball. The sweet glutinous rice, paired with dried plums and fried dough sticks, made Uncle Wu chew faster. He was really hungry.

I only drank a bowl of porridge in the morning and planned to drink some porridge for lunch. I haven’t had such a refreshing and dry meal for a long time. It’s so delicious!

"This is a new poster, please take it back for Xiaonan to play."

Uncle Wu took out a few brand new posters from the drawer, including Xiangjiang and domestic ones. Huo Jinzhi accepted them unceremoniously, and did not say that he was selling stills. Uncle Wu should have noticed it. Since the uncle didn't point it out, he naturally didn't say it, just tacitly.

"Old Wu, your relatives are here to deliver things again!"

The person who spoke was Director Hu of the cinema. He took good care of Mr. Wu and was a good person, but he just liked to take advantage of him.

Huo Jinzhi took out the Qingming rice cake wrapped in leaves from the basket. He prepared it for lunch. It was about seven or eight pieces, and it was still hot, and all of them were stuffed to Director Hu.

"I also asked my grandpa Wu to send it to you. It was made by my mother. You can try it."

Huo Jinzhi bent over slightly, smiled a little more on his face, and handed the Kuizi to Director Hu with both hands. Although he was proud, he also knew the importance of engaging in connections. If he had a good relationship with Director Hu, not only would he get more information, but Mr. Wu would also be better in the cinema.

"How can you be so embarrassed? You kid are so polite."

Director Hu's smile on his face became more sincere. Although he was embarrassed, his hands were tightly grasped. Kuaizi was a good thing, and he could save a meal. This child is quite good at being a human being, much smarter than Old Wu.
Chapter completed!