We started with a small dilapidated restaurant, with a crumbling building, tattered tables and chairs, no recipes, no cooks, and a large foreign debt.
A little man with nothing/only good at cooking/little man came to this special time and space after passing away from an illness unexpectedly. He used his cooking skills to repair this shabby restaurant and run it into a shelter full of human touch.
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Thanks to Laixi's hard work, the restaurant's operations are gradually getting on the right track, business is booming, there are more customers, and there are more disputes.
Regardless of whether they are good, bad, fragrant, smelly, upright, gluttonous, innocent or dirty,
Between people, between things, heads against heads, shoulders against shoulders, you step on my feet and I spit on your shoes.
When different people meet, different things will always come out.
For example, the old man who poured night fragrance and his useless son,
The Tofu Xishi who lives on the east end of the street and the second boy from the blacksmith shop,
The master who likes to dig holes for people to dance in and the boy who counts the money after being sold,
The second-rate man who eats Bawang's meal for free and his neighbor's mother-in-law.
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There are two large Dieffenbachia trees at the northern end of Xiaotianshui Lane on Taohua Street in the west of the city, just diagonally opposite Laixi Restaurant.
As spring passes, autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes, you can see the rape flowers blooming, blooming and blooming again.
Some people are waiting for someone who never comes, while some people are always there.
It is written in a warm and affectionate way, and it is a story about a little person coming to celebrate the occasion, and of course her diners.
Concept: A bowl of crispy rice porridge, oil and salt coarse tea, the world is beautiful because of its imperfections