After Hu Si finished finishing the pancakes and fruits he bought, he carried them away without saying a word.
Coincidentally, just as they left, the bun seller came back, followed by two men in uniform.
As soon as he came over, he pointed at Meng Yao and said, "Comrade, that's her. The person who made trouble just now is with her. You see, the one who smashed my stall, do you want to make the decision for me?"
There were a few people coming to buy food in front of Meng Yao's stall, but when they saw the police comrades, they all hurried away.
No matter what age, public servants are always intimidating.
Meng Yao couldn't stand the bun seller anymore. He held the shovel in his hand and walked around the tricycle with an expressionless expression.
Qi Boyan originally wanted to step forward and say something, but when he saw Meng Yao's angry look, he paused and allowed her to step forward and argue with others.
Liu Cuihua wanted to protect Meng Yao, but he stopped her.
Meng Yao didn't notice that Qi Boyan specifically asked her to vent his anger. He pulled his chubby face and asked fiercely: "Who do you think is with the troublemakers? Have you made it clear? I tell you, frame others
It’s also illegal!”
Then he faced the two civil servants confidently and said: "Comrade, you won't believe nonsense without evidence, will you?"
"Who? Who is talking nonsense?"
The bun seller was smiling and looking kind-hearted before, but now he had a beaten and swollen face, he was slurring his words, and he couldn't hear what he said.
"Comrade, I swear that the person who hit me knows this stall owner. I saw them talking together with my own eyes. If you don't believe me, you can ask, ask the stall owner next to you, ask the people who were here just now, ask
Is what I said true?"
The pancake and fruit seller next to him immediately said, "I can testify that I just saw the person making trouble talking to her!"
Meng Yao wished he could hit these two people with the shovel in his hand.
The two of them worked together, like a gangster.
Are we talking as a team?
Meng Yao didn't wait for the police comrades to come and ask questions. Baba said: "Comrade, they framed me. The man who just made trouble just came to buy something. He originally came to my stall to buy, but he was stopped by the bun seller. The man just pushed him away.
She just knocked down her own stall after taking advantage of this steamed bun seller. She wanted someone to compensate her, but she was beaten!"
"I don't know that person. He only came to my stall to buy steamed buns in the past two days. I bought a lot, so I said a few words to him! When customers come to buy things, I make a few jokes. How normal!"
"Also, comrade, these two people know each other. If you don't believe me, go and check. They must be related in some way. I have set up a stall here before and I have never seen them. They came together today. They came to snatch my seat and even took my place.
Tables and chairs have been placed in front of my stall, and now you are here to frame me, you really think I am easy to bully!"
A flash of panic flashed in the bun seller's eyes, and he hurriedly refuted what Meng Yao said.
However, the two police comrades who came over obviously had some experience and didn't ask anything. They only asked about her relationship with the pancake and fruit seller.
The steamed stuffed bun seller hesitated and couldn't tell her what to say, so the two policemen threatened her with dark faces, and finally learned from her that she had something to do with selling pancakes and fruits.
The two people are husband and wife.
When Meng Yao heard this, she knew it had nothing to do with her. She looked relieved and asked two comrades to take them to a distant place to teach them a lesson, so as not to delay her business.
Qi Boyan saw that Meng Yao was in a better mood and immediately stood in front of the stall and continued to shout.
My daughter-in-law was in a bad mood because a customer had left, so she yelled a lot and asked people to buy food to make her happy.
Liu Cuihua looked at this and that, and pressed her forehead in a funny way.
Maybe her worries are unnecessary. Even if something happens, Yaoyao can solve it.
The bun seller was asked to leave. Soon the police comrades figured out the whole story, severely criticized the seller, and then escorted him over to apologize to Meng Yao.
Meng Yao looked at the man with a bruised nose and swollen face, feeling no sympathy at all. He raised his chin and said, "I hope the eldest sister will realize her mistake and not make it again in the future, otherwise it will be bad to trouble two comrades again!"
In order to thank her two comrades for seeking justice for her, Meng Yao even spread out two pancakes and gave them to them.
The two of them didn't want it, so they pushed it back and forth and took it, insisting on giving money. In the end, it seemed like Meng Yaomo had been forced to sell it to them.
After seeing off the two comrades, Meng Yao finally found someone in front of the stall, and a line quickly formed, making her happy with tears in her eyes.
Not only her side, but also the pancake and fruit sellers next to her were lined up.
Pancake fruit is a fresh food in the town and has received good reviews. People who have tasted it and those who have never tasted it want to try it when they hear the shouts and smells.
However, those who bought it did not identify Meng Yao's stall. After all, I have not tasted the taste of the other one without comment. They are all called pancake fruit, so I guess the taste is not much different.
Those who have never bought one before tend to buy cheaper ones.
Therefore, the number of people queuing up in front of Meng Yao's stall is not as good as that of the new one.
After the bun seller cleaned up his stall, he took a piece of cloth, covered his face, and then stood blatantly next to the pancake and fruit seller to help sell.
I am not afraid that the relationship between the two will be exposed at this time.
Meng Yao noticed that the bun seller was looking towards her from time to time. When he noticed that there were fewer people on her side than on their side, he showed a proud look.
Meng Yao ignored her and lowered his head to make his own pancakes.
Until one person bought the pancake fruit over there, tasted it, and said it was wrong, which completely broke the peace between the two parties.
"Boss, you're wrong. What kind of pancakes are these? Isn't this just pancakes rolled with pickles?"
The bun seller still knew a bit about the essence of business, so he didn't lose his temper with the customers. Instead, he said with a smile: "Look what you said, isn't this how pancakes are made? Look, there are eggs on top. You smell it."
Smell that smell, does it smell good?"
The man still said it was wrong, and frowned and asked: "What I ate yesterday was obviously not like this. It was obviously delicious pancakes and fruit. You are wrong!"
The smile on the bun seller's face faded when he heard that he had bought it yesterday, "Brother, are you working with the people over there to cause trouble? What we sell are serious pancakes and they are cheap.
It’s delicious, nothing else…”
"Yes, yes, it's the fat wife, and there's a handsome young man beside her. It's the pancakes they sell. Aren't you the same family?"
The big brother selling pancakes and fruits looked in the direction pointed by the hand of the bun seller. He slapped his thigh at this sight, interrupted the bun seller's words, and then anxiously squeezed to the other side.
"Fortunately, I discovered it in time, otherwise if my friends in Jingu tasted pancakes like this and kept boasting about how delicious they were, I would have laughed to death!"
"Let me go, let me go over there. The pancakes and fruits over there are delicious and authentic!"