The pastry salesman saw a big fat face printed on the glass counter, his nose flattened, his mouth pressed against the glass, and his two big bony eyes were very dark and flexible.

"Chubby boy, do you want to buy pastries?" She was a very young woman, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, short ear-length hair, and a very enthusiastic attitude.

"Baby, big baby!" Xibao pointed to his nose to identify himself.

The salesman was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Okay, big baby, do you want to buy pastries?" ”

Xibao pointed to the carton on the counter, turned to Father Lu and said, "Grandpa, cake!" Cakes! ”

He had eaten at Wang Xinsheng's house, so he remembered it.

Father Lu immediately asked the salesman how to sell it, and the salesman smiled: "One dollar and one box." This is a white cake, and when visiting relatives and friends in Shanghai, they will bring a box of white cakes, and there are a total of ten white cakes in one box. Old comrade, if you have local pastry coupons, you can buy them with coupons, and if you don't have pastry coupons, you can buy them with food stamps. ”

"Then buy a box!" Lu's father, who is not short of money, is very generous to his grandson, and there are also pastries that can be bought without pastry coupons or food stamps, but the price is very expensive, ranging from a dozen yuan to dozens of yuan, which is equivalent to a normal worker's salary for a month, but Lu's father still bought a very expensive cream cake for Xibao.

As a result, the cream cake that will definitely be eaten by Xibao is several times more expensive than the plate used by Qianlong.

Xibao smiled like a flower with a fat face, and didn't want anything else.

Lu's father found that many high-priced goods in the grocery store did not need to be purchased with tickets, of course, ordinary people could not afford such prices, probably only people with particularly good living conditions could afford them.

Xibao was carrying a white cake carton, Lu's father was carrying a cream cake, and the two of them held hands with the other hand and shook slowly towards home.

Passing by the state-run hotel that sells steamed buns, Xibao stood still and refused to leave, "Baobao! ”

Lu's father had no choice but to pay for the money and tickets, buy him a hot big meat bun, and wrap four more to bring Wang Fengqiao and Feng Qingxue, one dime, a total of five cents, not as much as a fraction of the cream cake.

Xibao carried a cake box in one hand and a large bun in the other.

The street was full of patches and patches of pedestrians, and many people looked at Xibao's eating appearance and were very envious, especially the younger boys and girls, standing under the wall, swallowing their saliva for a while.

After walking for a while, I saw a teenager leading two younger children along the street to pick up roasted sweet potato skins thrown away by others in the snow, all three of them were skinny, thin and ragged, and the young man swallowed and handed the sweet potato skins and rotten vegetable leaves to the two children, and watched them gobble up and stuff them into their mouths.

Seeing this scene, Lu's father suddenly felt sour in his heart, and Xibao's action of gnawing on the bun followed, and he suddenly ran over and handed the bun like his dog to the young man, "Brother, eat!" ”

The boy was at a loss, "Huh? ”

Father Lu stepped forward and handed him all the buns in his hand, "Since my family Xibao has spoken, child, take it and eat it!" ”

The smell of fragrant buns went straight into the noses of the three of them, and two small saliva flowed out at once, "Brother! ”

"Uncle, I ......" the young man didn't dare to accept it.

"Take it, look at the way you look, and think of our children." Father Lu was talking about Guan Cheng and Guan Yu, and directly stuffed the buns into his hands, and then took out twenty yuan and ten catties of food stamps to give him together.