The Journey of an Ou

“Holding a steamed bun in my hands… There's not a drop of oil in the vegetables…”,Two months ago, one late night while I was driving to get supplies, I found this kid in his pajamas lying on the side of the road unconscious. I don't know what came over me, but my head got hot and I brought him back.,For a moment, Jack's father was touched by his own kindness. Wiping away a tear, he reached under the cupboard and pulled out half a bottle of whiskey. He took a big swig.。