The middle-aged woman glared at the woman, then looked at Mengyu, rolling her eyes, wondering what she was thinking.
Mengyu didn't pay attention before, but when the young woman holding the child told her, she paid attention to the boy.
Although the boy immediately lowered his head and put his face on his knees, Mengyu could still see clearly that this was not a child, but an adult over the age of sixteen.
It's just that he is a dwarf!
Mengyu subconsciously felt something was wrong!
She took another serious look at the middle-aged woman and found that she didn't look like someone in her thirties. She was probably only twenty-six or seventeen years old. She deliberately dressed up to make herself look like a middle-aged person in her thirties.
women.
Mengyu immediately felt that this pair was not a mother and son at all!
They were not mother and son, but pretended to be mother and son, and wanted to occupy the window. Mengyu's consciousness tightened, something was wrong with this couple.
"You're not a child at all!"
Mengyu stood up: "Whether you buy a ticket or not is none of my business, but I can't bear to sit tightly on the same chair with an adult man.
Either you leave this position immediately and don’t sit next to me, or you go and make up the votes yourself, or I report you!"
The man sitting squeezed in the middle was seen through, so he had to stand up and walk out.
The woman glared at Mengyu fiercely, moved her hips, and sat up with her entire body.
She snorted twice and then whispered: "If you don't want to let me, I won't let you. If you are stingy, you talk too much."
Mengyu was speechless. She was being stingy if she refused to give in. The reason for her rebuttal was that she talked too much?
She simply turned her head to the window to look at the scenery.
However, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon when she got in the car, and it would be dark in less than an hour.
She took out her own dinner to eat. This time she learned her lesson and made some food to take to the car.
Anyway, she has a storage room in her space where she can store her things and keep them fresh and hot.
She brought out three pancakes and a lunch box, which contained eight-treasure porridge. She ate it with the eight-treasure porridge. She was practicing Falun Gong now and had a large appetite. The three pancakes were not enough for her, but it was just right to eat with a box of porridge.
Because meat is used in the pancakes, the aroma of the meat comes out immediately.
The young woman opposite smelled the fragrance and looked at Mengyu. Seeing that Mengyu had two pancakes on her hand, she couldn't help but ask: "How much does each pancake cost?"
Mengyu: "I made it myself."
The man pulled on her clothes again, and she asked impatiently: "What's wrong?"
The man took out the steamed bun and said, "Let's have a steamed bun."
The woman glanced disdainfully: "I won't eat."
When the man saw that she refused to eat, he started eating by himself.
She turned to Mengyu: "Can you sell a piece of white paper to my son?"
She said it was for her son to eat, but in fact, she wanted to eat it herself.
Mengyu glanced at her: "One dollar each."
"What, so expensive?" the woman exclaimed, "One dollar can buy twenty steamed buns."
Mengyu was funny: "You don't have to buy it if you think it's expensive. I'm not selling food. This pancake is half flour and half minced meat, with eggs added, fried with peanut oil and chopped green onion. The material cost of this pancake alone costs at least
It’s eighty or nine cents.”
"Moreover, you dare to eat other people's food on the train. Aren't you afraid that there is something bad in my cake?"
The woman holding the child looked at Mengyu with wide eyes, as if she didn't expect Mengyu to say something like this: "So there are so many bad people? Besides, girl, you don't look like a bad person at all."