The farce was over, and Yang Zimei and Xia Mo continued to prepare barbecue ingredients.
However, Xia Mo was always angry and scolding the aunt for how she could be so shameless.
"Haha, it's all over. Why should we waste our time on people like that?"
Yang Zimei smiled.
"As long as you have good self-control, I would definitely not be reconciled if you didn't arrest her and take her to the police station. It's simply too much. By the way, what does the 100 million Guan Zhong copper plate she said mean?"
Xia Mo asked curiously.
Yang Zimei roughly told what happened.
"Bah, there is such a person. If you hadn't discovered it, wouldn't the copper plate be used as a cat feeding tray? What's more, you helped her treat her man, and you actually had the nerve to ask for it back. Now you even want to
It's really shameless to want to pick a fight with you."
After Xia Mo heard this, he cursed angrily.
"It's understandable what happened in the past. After all, I was also unkind, but I have already returned all the things to her, and now she still wants to take advantage of me. It's a bit weird."
Yang Zimei shook his head and said.
"Ignore her, anyway, this kind of person will not end well." Xia Mo saw some indignant expressions on Yang Zimei's face, and turned back to comfort her.
"Well, it's just a little stir. Let's go buy chicken wings and drumsticks."
The two came to the chicken stall and heard the proprietress scolding a girl about eight years old.
"You damn girl, why are you so stupid? What are you trying to do by stealing my chicken every day and giving it to the beggars on the street? Don't you know it's not easy for me to make a few dollars a day?"
The girl pursed her lips, lowered her head in grievance, and whispered, "It's so pitiful for those beggars to have no food to eat. Anyway, we sell a lot of leftovers every day."
"What does it have to do with us if they don't have food to eat? Who cares if we don't have food to eat? Why am I working so hard to make money? Isn't it just to make enough money to help you heal your face as soon as possible?"
The lady boss angrily reached out and patted the girl on the head, "I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen people as stupid as you. You give things from your own home to others. If you dare to do this next time, I won't forgive you!"
The girl bit her lip and said nothing.
Yang Zimei looked at the face in front of her that had been burnt by fire, leaving a large ugly scar, making her originally pretty and pleasant face look a bit ferocious.
Yang Zimei will never forget this face.
In her previous life, if she had a friend, it would have been this girl.
On countless hungry nights, it was she who brought the still-steaming chicken drumsticks and wings to him to eat, and chatted with him. The eyes he looked at her were full of compassion.
"Sister Zimei, we are all miserable. You are homeless. My face is so ugly that no one wants to play with me. My mother originally planned to make enough money to help me with the surgery, but
After giving birth to my younger brother, she refused to do it for me, saying it would cost tens of thousands of dollars and she couldn't afford it. My younger brother also called me ugly every day, and my classmates also laughed at me. We are all pitiful people."
The girl, who was seventeen years old at the time, often said to her sadly.
Yang Zimei was also very sad.
Although the girl in front of her is ugly, in the eyes of homeless people in City A, she is an angel.
She often brings food, especially chicken, which is not commonly eaten by everyone, for everyone to eat, so that everyone can satisfy their appetite.