Another little boy with a pale face and thin skin and a monkey-like face shook his head hard: "We don't want money! We want to pack it back for our mother to drink!"
Situ Chenjue asked the old woman unhappily: "Hey, how long will this pot last?"
The old lady smiled and said, "Sir, you have seen it too. We are burning it with coal balls. It is not easy to burn the heat. It probably takes 40 minutes to boil a pot! Otherwise, you can wait?"
Situ Chenjue frowned and looked at the diamond watch on his hand. It had been almost an hour and a half since he came out of the hospital. It would take at least forty minutes to drive back. If he had to wait for her to wait for forty minutes,
It was probably two hours later that he was eager to see Ye Xiaoyu and to bring her mung bean soup.
He never likes to wait.
What's more, he didn't want to get too close to these people who were not of the same class as him in this low and dilapidated slum. He was born with a cleanliness and did not like to interact with inferior people.
Thinking of this, he snorted, took out a few more paper money and stuffed it to the old lady: "Give me this pot first!"
He took out a few more paper money and stuffed it into the child's dirty hands: "Wait, it doesn't matter, this money is enough for you to buy a lot of mung bean soup!"
"No! We don't want it!" The little boy in the lead suddenly pulled his hand.
Situ Chenjue frowned and thought to himself, why are these poor children so stubborn? His money can be enough for their family to live a month!
He hated these people who were ignorant of the current affairs the most. When he thought of this, his face turned dark and was about to erupt, he suddenly heard a crisp voice: "Uncle, you are too bullying!"
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Then, a little girl with a pretty look, looking about seven or eight years old, with a braid, got out of nowhere.
She was wearing a red T-shirt, which was very old, but was very clean, with bright eyes, looking at Situ Chenjue: "Everything must be reasonable! Uncle, no matter how rich you are, you cannot
Steal someone else’s things! If you have to steal someone else’s things and you buy this soup for others to drink, the person who drinks the soup will be uneasy, don’t you?"
Situ Chenjue was stunned and suddenly remembered what Ye Xiaoyu said to him before he left the door: "Chenjue, sometimes you have to think about others!"
He sighed, he didn't care, he was used to being strong and domineering, and he wanted to make them look good if he didn't follow his wishes!
However, Ye Xiaoyu may not like the mung bean soup he snatched in this way! Forget it, just listen to her once!
When did this woman say something that he only thought was stupid and ridiculous, now leave such a deep impression on him?
Seeing the little girl and a few little boys happily leaving with a pot of mung bean soup, the old lady raised her head and smiled: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'll make it for you now!"
"Yes!" Situ Chenjue thought that he couldn't be anxious anyway, so he simply sat on the rattan chair next to him and looked around casually.
The old lady was still nagging: "This was a primary school in the past, and there were so many children who came to buy mung bean soup before! Now there are no primary schools, but many children are used to drinking it. Even if they walk for half an hour, they will come here to buy it.