When Uncle Hu saw the three bowls brought over, he started to hum.
"I knew this big guy wasn't honest. I asked him to take one and he brought three."
Meng Yao had a good impression of Jiang Wenlei and couldn't help but say good things about him, "Brother Jiang is so busy. Not only did he bring you food, but he also brought you Uncle Hu. What's wrong with him drinking some sour plum soup?"
Uncle Hu hummed again, "You have no objection. Of course I have no objection. I just said this person is cunning, and the person following him is even more cunning. I want you to be careful and be careful not to be deceived!"
Meng Yao couldn't help but glance at the villain again.
Qi Boyan's expression remained calm and composed. Uncle Hu's roundabout words failed to sway him at all, and the good-tempered man had nothing to say.
Meng Yao felt relieved and turned around.
Of course she didn't see it. As soon as she turned her head, Qi Boyan glanced at Uncle Hu with a slightly piercing look.
Meng Yao glared at Uncle Hu and threatened him: "Uncle Hu, if you don't want to drink, I'll ask Brother Jiang to take you back. If you want to drink, drink well!"
Uncle Hu groaned when Meng Yao said, "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer the consequences. If you don't listen, forget it."
As soon as Jiang Wenlei poured the sour plum soup, Uncle Hu said nothing and pulled his beard to take a sip.
"This sour plum soup, oh, this is so good!"
Uncle Hu has eaten good food all his life, and his tongue has long been cultivated. Otherwise, he would not be complaining about the poor cooking of other stalls all day long.
He has drunk a lot of this sour plum soup, but only one made by a master chef can rival Meng Yao's in quenching thirst and appetizing.
You must know that the master has a lifetime of craftsmanship and a secret recipe passed down from his ancestors.
"Little girl, this is good, this is good. You only sell steamed buns in the morning and don't even have anything to drink. You sell this, this is delicious!"
Meng Yao had a hint of helplessness on his face when he heard this, "Uncle, sour plum soup is not suitable for drinking in the morning."
"I can buy it for lunch!"
Uncle Hu really did everything he could to get Meng Yao to do it.
Meng Yao looked helpless: "Uncle, do you think I can still do business in this situation?"
"It's okay if you don't do other people's business. Can you do my business? You also know that I'm old. If I don't have breakfast in the morning, it will hurt my stomach. Can you do it well and let this big guy give it to me?
go?"
"I'm not cheating on food or drink, I'm paying for it, I have money."
While talking, he took money from his pocket.
Uncle Hu had a lot of money in his pocket, so he took a picture of the unity.
"Is this enough breakfast for me for a week? Not enough, there is more!"
"Enough! That's enough!"
Meng Yao was still struggling with business matters, but when this business came to her door, she suddenly became enlightened.
After counting on his fingers, Meng Yao grinned with joy.
"With my uncle ordering breakfast, I don't have to worry about making ends meet!"
Uncle Hu was happy that Meng Yao agreed. Hearing her praise him, he couldn't help but hum with pride.
"Now that you know what I am, let me tell you, uncle, I don't have much in anything, I just have a lot of money!"
Meng Yao: "..."
When Uncle Hu, an old man said this, he sounded like a thief who deserves to be beaten.
Uncle Hu raised his palms, covered his mouth, and secretly emphasized to Meng Yao: "I am much richer than this big guy in your family, don't believe it."
Meng Yao looked embarrassed again and again.
She didn't believe it.
Who is the villain? He is God's favorite, and besides the male protagonist, he is the most dazzling person.
People are handsome, capable, and can make money.
Meng Yao had no doubts about money.
From Meng Yao's point of view, the male protagonist is not only in good condition, but also whether he can compare with the villain.
Uncle Hu compares his wealth with the villain. Sorry, she won't believe anything he says.