A beggar's words moved 1.3 billion Chinese

I have a friend who loves to eat boiled tripe. He often drags me through the streets and alleys in Hebei, looking for Hui Muslim restaurants to try one by one. Later, he found one on Jingwei Street. It has a small storefront, and the hygiene conditions are not very good, but the tripe is indeed very authentic. For a while, we often went there to indulge ourselves.

One afternoon last autumn, the two of us were sitting in that little restaurant drinking and chatting. It wasn't lunchtime, so there were only the two of us regular customers in the store. The young boss of the restaurant also took a beer and sat next to us to chat idly. It was a very lazy afternoon.

When we were ordering the second plate of boiled tripe, an old beggar walked in.

The restaurant is located in a bustling area, and there are often down-and-out people or those pretending to be down-and-out seeking help. We're all used to it. The young boss of this small restaurant is quite humane. Whenever such things happen, he gives them a little money, and today was no exception. Before the old man even opened his mouth, he took out a dollar and handed it over. The old man refused, muttering that he didn't want money, just some leftover food.

This surprised us greatly - this was a real "beggar" who didn't want money. I couldn't help but take a closer look at the old man. He must be over 80, but he still looks pretty strong, with a straight back. Most notably, although his clothes were old, they were basically clean, which is extremely rare among beggars.

You could say that coming to a restaurant to beg for food is the right place, but in fact, it's not that simple. This small restaurant relies on repeat customers, and any leftovers are thrown away right in front of the customers. Their main dish is shaomai (steamed dumplings), made fresh upon order. The young boss simply had no leftovers to give to the old man, and obviously, he couldn't make him a fresh order either. Such a trivial matter became difficult to resolve.

There was a plate of shaomai on our table. Every time we came, we would order one such plate. I haven't eaten a single bite, and my buddy only had a little taste. The reason we ordered it was out of habit. The waitress in this restaurant is very skilled. After you finish ordering, she will casually ask: "How many plates of shaomai do you want?" Her tone leaves no room for refusal. You will subconsciously choose the quantity and can't refuse their family heirloom skill.

My friend also became interested in this old man. He called the waitress to take the plate of shaomai that the young boss prides himself on to the old man and let the old man sit at the table next to us to eat...

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