I have a Magical Door [MTL]

Ch 29

Chapter 29 

Because of the popularity of electronic payments, she herself has not used cash for several years, and things like wallets have long been shelved, because of any door bracelet, Recently, Yan Tingxin has always had a small wallet in her hand, which contains foreign currency, old coins, and coins that have been issued for many years.

In this era, there is no Alipay, there is no WeChat, Yan Tingxin rummaged through the coins before the issuance era at this time period, and ordered a chicken rack with two coins.

It's not easy to find banknotes that have been issued for many years, but coins are more durable and can be circulated in the market for many years, and relatively speaking, it's easier to find coins that were issued earlier.

The marinated chicken rack is flat, sandwiched in the middle of a double-layer iron rack, spread on the charcoal fire, the charcoal fire has smoke, the mother-in-law turns the chicken rack, controls the heat at the same time, brushes the sauce many times, when the chicken rack is almost cooked, sprinkles a layer of white sugar on the surface at the end, and finally takes out the pot and puts it on an iron plate with a thick antique style.

As soon as the chicken rack was served, the aroma of barbecue came to her face, and Yan Tingxin couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

In this era, small vendors did not provide disposable gloves, and Yan Tingxin asked, "Grandma, is there a faucet nearby?" I'll wash my hands. Grandma

said, "The faucets are far away from here, I have carried a bucket of water, and now there is half a bucket here, you can wash your hands with a scoop of water."

Yan Tingxin: "Thank you."
After
washing her hands, she grabbed the whole chicken rack with her hands.

The chicken rack is very large, the mother-in-law handled it very cleanly, there is no internal organs on it, the outer layer of meat is roasted golden, and the white sugar that is roasted to melt and burnt is hung, like burnt but not burnt, and the color is very beautiful.

Take a bite, the skin is salty, sweet, spicy, fragrant, with a faint smoky taste, although the meat on the chicken rack is very little, but tender, fresh, very tasty, patiently suck off every strand of meat on every bone, the crispy bones on the edge can be bitten and swallowed, the bones are very tasty, fragrant people drool while eating.

The delicacy in Ning Huan's childhood memories is really fragrant! No wonder he has been obsessed with it for so many years.

Halfway through eating, Yan Tingxin ordered two more to take away, waiting for her mother-in-law to make a chicken rack, Yan Tingxin also finished eating, but found that the little boy was hiding behind a tree, quietly watching her, and I don't know how long I had been watching.

Yan Tingxin walked over and handed a chicken rack in his hand to the little boy, "Little friend, sister, please eat happy chicken rack." The

little boy poked his head out from behind the trunk, his stomach was growling, but his head shook his head desperately, without saying a word, and his body slowly shrank back, trying to block himself completely behind the trunk, very insecure.

The little boy is very precautionary.

Yan Tingxin squatted down. body, and the little boy eye level: "Are you afraid that strangers will ask you to eat and will abduct you?" The

little boy was very thin, and he only looked at her with a pair of black eyes, but he didn't speak.

Yan Tingxin smiled slightly: "It's a good thing that you have such alertness. Children should keep their eyes open and not eat what strangers give. Seeing that the

beautiful sister was not angry, the little boy looked at her more directly.

If it weren't for the fact that this little boy had said 'I'm sorry' and 'thank you', Yan Tingxin would have suspected that the little boy was a mute, and he didn't speak, but he always stared at her.

Yan Tingxin turned her head to the mother-in-law of the happy chicken rack and asked, "Grandma, do you know this little friend?" The

mother-in-law said: "In this factory, I often play in this area." The son of the factory flower, very poor, every time his parents quarreled, his mother would kick him out to play.

Hearing this, the little boy hung his head and turned to run.

Yan Tingxin grabbed the small hat attached to his clothes: "Don't run, I'm really not a human trafficker." The

little boy struggled for a moment, and then stood honestly.

Yan Tingxin hurriedly let go, she was in a hurry just now, caught him for a while, and then stopped the child, she really became a human trafficker.

"Don't leave yet, my sister invited you to eat chicken racks, my sister paid for you and left here, you don't have to worry that I will take you away." Yan Tingxin smiled at him soothingly: "You stand here first and don't leave, my sister will order food for you."

Yan Tingxin walked back to the happy chicken rack shop in the alley and said to Grandma: "Grandma, I have something to do, go first." Here's the money for a chicken rack, for you. I'll order another chicken rack for this little kid. Later, the chicken rack is fried, you can just give it to him. Mother-in-law

: "Eh, okay." The

little boy was behind the tree, tilting his head and poking his head out.

Tilt your head to kill, so cute.

Yan Tingxin was carrying the bag of the chicken rack, and also tilted his head to the little boy: "Come here and gnaw on the chicken rack, I'm leaving."

Yan Tingxin walked to the little boy's side, and when he talked to him, he shrank back, and when Yan Tingxin raised his feet and was about to leave, the little boy came over.

His body was very thin, his clothes hung on his body empty, but he was very good-looking, and his eyelashes were long and dense.

Yan Tingxin blinked, and had an indescribable good impression of him, so he didn't rush to leave.

She crouched down again. body, and asked the little boy, "Are you thirsty?" The

boy shook his head.

Yan Tingxin said to Grandma: "Grandma, help me open a bottle of soda." The lid of the

glass soda bottle was lifted and inserted into the straw, Yan Tingxin did not reach out to take it, and smiled and motioned to Grandma to hand the soda directly to the child.

She was afraid that the little boy would be very alert, and that the little boy would not drink anything that a stranger had touched. The little boy knew the grandmother who sold the chicken racks, and the grandmother handed it to him.

Grandma handed the soda to the little boy: "Little radish, drink it."

Yan Tingxin really guessed correctly, the little boy would take what Grandma gave.

The little boy first said to Yan Tingxin, "Thank you, sister."

Yan Tingxin smiled and bent his eyes: "You're welcome, little radish."

Then, the little boy Sven took a sip, and after tasting the taste, Gollum drank the cold summer drink empty.

Grandma's barbecue action kept stopping, and it happened that a chicken rack was in the pot, and Grandma put the chicken rack on an iron plate, and then put it on the folding table: "Little radish, the chicken rack that this sister bought for you is also good, come and eat." The

chicken rack exuded an attractive fragrance, the little boy licked the corners of his lips, glanced at Yan Tingxin, Yan Tingxin gave him an encouraging look, and then, thoughtfully scooped half a scoop of water in the bucket and washed the little boy's hands.

He sat down on a stool and began to nibble on the chicken rack.

He looked very hungry, but he still maintained an elegant posture in the position of gnawing on the chicken rack.

Seeing that Yan Tingxin felt a little distressed in his heart, this child was too sensible.

Grandma said to Yan Tingxin: "This child is usually very withdrawn, and he can't play with other children in the factory, but I didn't expect that he would stick to you all the time today."

Yan Tingxin said, "Grandma, give him two more roast chicken legs." "

Although the chicken rack is delicious, there is no meat after all.

Grandma: "Okay." Little girl, you are so kind. "

......

After leaving the money, she took a look at this cute child, and she quietly left the chicken rack shop and walked around the old factory area.

Then, not long after, Yan Tingxin saw a few people in the street of the factory standing up or walking out of the house to look behind her.

"It's on fire, it's on fire. "

Oops, there's smoke over there. "

......"

Yan Tingxin turned his head to look over, and smoke rose from the direction of the chicken rack shop.

That kid!

Yan Tingxin hurriedly ran back, only to see the charcoal-grilled stove of the chicken rack shop fall to the ground, igniting the piled up items in the factory.

"Little turnips. The

young boy was stunned when he saw such a scene in the factory.

There were no other diners at the chicken rack restaurant, only the child was left behind.

The tongue of fire swept through, and the firelight reflected Yan Tingxin's face, and Yan Tingxin appeared in the factory like this and grabbed the little boy's arm.

A folding table was burned through the fire, crackling and scattered all over the ground, and a burning wooden stick grazed Yan Tingxin's leg and rolled over, and Yan Tingxin's trouser legs instantly caught a small flame.

The little boy shouted, "Sister, sister."

In the child's heart, it is a terrible thing for a person to catch fire, but Yan Tingxin quickly lay down on the ground, and rolled on the ground with his legs vigorously to extinguish the flames.

The little boy is sobbing!

My sister is like a big hero, rolling on the spot and extinguishing the flames. In an instant, the little boy calmed down and found the backbone.

The fire turned out to be more intense, and the smoke was too big.

Yan Tingxin took off his coat, tore the two sleeves of his clothes vigorously, and moistened his clothes with the little water left in the bucket prepared by the barbecue stall.

She put one wet sleeve over the child's mouth and nose, tied the other sleeve around her face to cover her mouth and nose, and then draped the remaining fabric of the clothes over the little boy's body.

"Don't be afraid. Yan Tingxin hugged the little boy through his wet clothes, bent over, looking for a way to escape.

The little boy who was originally afraid of fire, when Yan Tingxin hugged him, his eyes suddenly became brave.

When there is a fire, you can't run away with the wind, the wind will bring all the smoke from the fire combustion over, Yan Tingxin went against the direction of the fire wind, and along the way, thrilling, escaped with the child.

This factory is far away from the water source, and there are many people in the factory who hold pots and pans to catch water to help put out the fire. body, put the little boy down.

Yan Tingxin breathed a long sigh of relief, so tired.

The little boy took her hand: "Sister, your sleeve."

Yan Tingxin pulled his sleeves, hey! There are sparks on the sleeves.

When she just ran away, a spark splashed on the sleeve of her dress, and one sleeve burned a speckled hole, revealing her skin.

Yan Tingxin ran to the open-air faucet where people were fetching water to extinguish the fire, and put his hand into a basin of water.

Fortunately, there was only sparks on the sleeves, and the clothes were burned with a few holes, but they didn't burn the skin.

The child was well-behaved and sensible to help Yan Tingxin scoop water with a water scoop and pour cold water on his hands.

"Okay, it's okay. Yan Tingxin touched the child's head: "In which direction is your home, I'll send you home!"

"I don't want to go home. The child's hair was soft, and his big eyes overflowed with tears of grievance: "Sister, I know you are not a human trafficker...... Can you take me away?

Yan Tingxin held his arm, and when he saw the child's aggrieved appearance, his heart was happy: "Little radish, what's wrong?" Who bullied you? 

The child closed his mouth again, and tears fell.