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He said this place is one where you spend money without getting anything back, and the money he earns isn't even enough for hospitalization. To save money, he only drinks the noodle soup each time he comes, and if that’s not enough, he looks to see if there are any leftover noodles on other tables.
I couldn't bear to watch him like that, so every time I would deliberately add half a bowl of noodles to his soup.
"Big brother, no."
I smiled to comfort him. "It's okay, this is what's left in the pot anyway; it has to be thrown out. Here, take it, no charge."
The Old Man grew more and more agitated as he spoke, and by the end, he was even tearfully banging on the table while questioning the leaders. "Comrades in leadership, tell me, would someone like this cheat over ten yuan for noodles? What are they doing if not making things up?"
The entire office fell silent; even the leaders and their secretary looked at me differently than before. They solemnly assured us that the results would come out very soon. If my "Heartfelt Restaurant" was genuine, not only would I not be penalized, but I would also be rewarded. It would be a reward from the government—a real "Heartfelt Restaurant" sign—so no one could slander me again.
I smiled, and as I laughed, tears began to flow. It turned out that what my dad said about good deeds being rewarded was waiting for me here.
When I left, I thanked several people profusely, but the Old Man shook his head. "Boss, we should be thanking you! You've helped us so much; what difference does it make if we say a few fair words? We hope you can run your restaurant well because we really love your cooking!"
I pressed my lips together and didn't dare to agree immediately.
When I got home, I excitedly recounted everything to my parents, who listened with red-rimmed eyes. My mom was a bit choked up. "It seems there are still many good-hearted people! Your restaurant hasn't been in vain! Even if the outcome isn't good, I'll accept it!" My dad nodded in agreement.
That night, my family finally had a joyful evening filled with laughter. I even ate quite a bit, including my favorite fried cakes from back in the day. Later, as I lay in bed scrolling through my phone, I habitually clicked on the Trending Topics tag and came across a new video.
I sat up abruptly. In the video, a group of people in hospital gowns was causing a commotion outside the Market Supervision Administration. I could faintly hear them shouting the name of my noodle shop—they were speaking out for me.
The video was posted by an ordinary person who expressed their shock and said, "I can't believe that in this day and age, such things can still happen. This boss is even more wronged than Dou Er!"
As the video gained traction, my previous Clarification Video also went viral again. Many people left comments under my video.
"Bro, we misunderstood you. Go back to your shop; it's tough for patients, but it's even tougher for you!"
"Congratulations from the province and city; may good people live safely all their lives!"
"Oh my God, I cried watching this. Is this person a reincarnated deity? How can someone do so much without asking for anything in return? If they don't get nominated for the Top Ten People Who Move China, I won't believe it!"
"What about that first Blogger who posted the video? Let them come out and see!"
...
This sudden turn of events caught me off guard. I couldn't swallow my frustration and replied to the top comment with "Most likely won't reopen" before shutting off my phone and going to sleep, not considering at all what storm this message might stir.
During the waiting period, I occasionally clicked on that so-called "public disturbance" video to check the comments below. Some supported me, while others criticized me. Those trolling comments claimed that I had orchestrated everything to control public opinion and even tagged official accounts, questioning why the police hadn't detained them.
Although many people were countering those negative comments, there were still quite a few holding such views. I wondered how I could extract others from this situation. After all, I was already in a precarious position and couldn't drag anyone else down with me.
Just as I was thinking about reaching out to the leaders at the Market Supervision Administration to urge them for a swift resolution, another official account was bombarded with messages.
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