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The grandmother took out 13 yuan from her wallet and handed it to him.

When he took the buns and was about to leave, he suddenly turned his head to look at Xiao Fubao and asked, "Baby, have you recovered from your illness? Are you not feeling bad? If you are feeling sick, grandma still has medicine, can I bring it for you?"

Although she has only been in contact with her for three days, the grandma still likes this little girl who looks as sunny and cheerful as the little sun.

Xiao Fubao smiled and waved his hands and said, "No need, Grandma Fubao is not uncomfortable anymore!"

The old grandma cared for her a few more words before stumbling away slowly.

Sang Wanzhou and Song Nanchen quickly finished their breakfast and came down.

Or maybe it's because of Saturday, this morning is extraordinarily busy, many people who don't live in the neighborhood come here to buy breakfast.

To put it bluntly, fans want to help Xiao Fubao fulfill their goals.

Although this was cheating, the director's voice never sounded from the walkie-talkie at the photographer's waist, indicating that the director also turned a blind eye to this.

Among these guests, there was also a face that was very familiar to Sang Wanzhou.

It was a driver who had worked in Sang's house for more than ten years. The two just looked at each other silently, and they both tacitly pretended not to know each other.

It's just that when he took the bun, the driver calmly stuffed a note into Sang Wanzhou's palm.

Sang Wanzhou was silent for a few seconds, put the note into his pocket and continued to work.

With the help of fans, all morning portions were quickly sold out.

Sang Wanzhou sat aside and counted the money he earned today.

Holding a cup of soy milk and three steamed buns, Xiao Fubao looked towards the door from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seeing this, Sang Wanzhou actually wanted to tell her that the old man probably won't come again.

But when she saw her looking forward to it, she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Little Fubao, why are you holding these three steamed buns and soy milk? They could have been sold just now." Song Shengsheng looked puzzled.

But Xiao Fubao shook his head: "No way, this steamed stuffed bun and soy milk are for an old man, he will come here every day, and he will definitely come today!"

They haven't opened the door for three days, and I don't know if the old man thought that their breakfast shop would be closed after that, so he didn't come.

[Woooooo~ My little baby is so sweet!So gentle and kind! 】

[I seem to have heard that it was the old grandpa who saved the little baby, otherwise the little baby would have been kidnapped and sold away. I was always afraid that he would do something bad to the little baby. Now it seems that it is my heart narrow. 】

[No way, when we meet this kind of person on the road, it is easy to judge a person by his appearance. Sure enough, good and evil will always be rewarded, and good things will always happen to kind people. 】

But the fact is.

After counting the money in Sang Wanzhou, the three adults were ready to take them out for dinner, but they didn't see the old man.

"Wait a moment!"

Just when Xiao Fubao thought that the old man would not come today, a meticulous man in a suit and with his hair combed hurriedly came to the door of the store and prevented them from closing the shutter door.

Sang Wanzhou stood up to his movements.

The man gasped for breath, calmed down his breathing, and then slowly said, "Sorry, sorry, I'm late, do you have any more buns?"

Sang Wanzhou looked at the strange man in front of him and shook his head: "Sorry, today's buns are sold out."