Mr. Zhou also knew that this was just a common man who was careful in doing business and always wanted to make more money. But what was his identity and experience, and how could he care about this hawker? He raised his head and took a look at the price of cold noodles on the glass cabinet door.
It was five yuan, so I took out a twenty yuan note from my wallet and gave it to him. I took four pairs of disposable chopsticks, picked up the cold noodles and cold skin in my hands, turned around and walked back to the car, handing over everyone's meals.
into their own hands.
Yan Yue saw that other people's small lunch boxes had braised eggs, but he didn't. He couldn't help but feel aggrieved, and said loudly: "Why am I the only one who doesn't have braised eggs? Mr. Zhou, you are so petty, even if you are pregnant with me."
Prejudice, you can't treat me like this, even a little braised egg will be deducted from me."
Mr. Zhou was blamed by him, and he couldn't help but feel angry and funny at the same time. He said: "You are playing a word game. Liangpi comes with braised eggs, and cold noodles don't come with braised eggs. It's not me who blames you. What's more, I
Do I deserve to deduct an egg from you?"
Yan Yue was unyielding and resolutely fought for the missing braised egg. He stuck his head out of the window and shouted to the hawker: "Brother, although I can understand the desire of working people at the bottom like you to save costs.
..." He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, his tone suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Fuck, Brother Ze, why is it you?"
His strong condemnation sounded extremely retarded. The hawker must have been curious about who had such a strange skeleton. He also turned to look over at them. When he saw Yan Yue's face appearing in the car,
Behind the window, his expression suddenly became confused. At the same time as he called him this sentence, he stammered: "Yue... Xiao Yueyue? Why are you here?"
Yan Luyi couldn't help but wonder why a big shot like Yan Yue would get involved with such a stingy Liangpi stall owner? And even call him brother-in-law?
The expressions on the faces of Mr. Zhou and the strong woman were also stagnant. The strong woman looked at Mr. Zhou with a questioning look, and Mr. Zhou raised a hand, meaning to wait and see. The vendor's hands were flying.
, at the speed of light, he picked up two braised eggs from the pot, filtered out the juice, put them in a plastic bag and delivered them to them. He handed them to Yan Yue through the car window and said: "Oh, aren't they just braised eggs? Eat them."
Eat, eat, eat. Xiao Yueyue can eat as much as he wants. There is still plenty in the pot, so I'll go get it for you. I don't have much money anyway."
Yan Luyi felt that the words he spoke forcefully and boldly could not erase the stingy behavior just now. Yan Luyi felt that it was very funny. Now that he was close and paying attention, she began to look at the hawker carefully.
.Although he is a cold skin seller, he is very young, about the same age as them, and his fair skin does not look like a poor working people. Although his clothes look like street vendors, they are washed very clean, so he must be a very particular person.
Yan Yue saw Mr. Zhou staring here and explained to him: "This is my classmate Meng Zetian, who is in the next class. Let's play in the rankings together."
After he said this, Yan Luyi had almost guessed Meng Zetian's situation. But a smart man like Yan Yue had to pretend to be stupid at this moment, and asked very sincerely: "Why is Brother Ze here?"
Do they sell cold noodles here? The cold noodles taste good. Now I am more curious about the specific preparation method of sauce. I will teach you when I have time."
Meng Zetian looked embarrassed and said: "Oh, this juice is just a few cloves of garlic..."
He didn't want to answer the first question he asked.
Yan Yue was also evil, so he had to ask again: "Brother Ze hasn't said yet, why are you selling Liangpi here?"
Meng Zetian said: "It's a holiday, I'm doing work-study and social practice." What he said was so true that he didn't even believe it. He scratched his head and said, "Well... it's actually because my dad thinks I spend money too fast.
Let me help my uncle and feel the hardships of life of the people at the bottom, so as to cultivate the good habit of diligence and thrift. But why is Xiao Yueyue here? I think that as Xiao Yueyue, I shouldn't take this kind of... car?
"
He may have originally wanted to use adjectives to summarize the characteristics of this car, but considering the feelings of Mr. Zhou who was driving, he swallowed the adjectives. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Yan Yue to see what he would say. Zhou
Although he couldn't show anything, Yan Luyi saw that the strong woman's brows had a faint murderous look.
How could Yan Yue not know that answering casually would have dangerous consequences, so he also smiled and said: "I was also criticized for spending too much money too quickly, and was thrown here to run business with my uncle. I wanted to experience the sufferings of the people at the bottom in order to cultivate
The good habit of diligence and thrift, the fine virtue of hard work.”
What he said also sounded false.
Meng Zetian's expression moved slightly, he looked at Yan Luyi a few more times, and said, "Then this is..."
Yan Yue said: "How is my new girlfriend? Do you think my aesthetics have deteriorated?"
Meng Zetian said: "But looking at her movements, it seems that she has been staying as far away from you as possible."
Yan Luyi really wanted to say that, why did he let him eat such weird cold noodles? The taste was really weird.
Meng Zetian looked them over, his eyes especially on Mr. Zhou and the strong woman for a long time. His expression suddenly changed and he said: "This is wrong. This is definitely wrong. You are actually kidnapping, right? You are kidnapping Xiao Yueyue in partnership,
Coveting his family’s money?”
As he spoke, he took out a mobile phone from his pants pocket, unlocked and dialed: "Wai! 110!"
Before he finished speaking, the muscular woman had already rushed out of the passenger seat at an indescribable speed, snatched his cell phone and cut off the call. Meng Zetian let out a "f*ck" sound, turned around and ran away. But he hadn't even run out for two seconds.
As soon as he took a step, he was blocked by Mr. Zhou who appeared out of nowhere.
Mr. Zhou still had a smile on his face and said, "You and he are classmates? How about we get in the car and catch up with him?"
He twisted Meng Zetian's wrist and forced him into the carriage. The carriage was not very spacious, but there were three big people squeezed in. Although Yan Luyi disliked Yan Yue very much, he was still pushed onto him.
Leave a gap enough for Meng Zetian to sit down with half his butt.
Meng Zetian's mouth was covered. This was to prevent him from screaming. He muttered a series of ouch, ouch, and tried to put the other half of his butt down on the seat. Mr. Zhou scolded him: "If you don't want to die, just keep silent."
"Yell", he and the sturdy woman went to the front passenger seat and sat down respectively.
He didn't eat the cold skin, just threw it out the window, started the car and drove away quickly. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and called: "Xiao Zhang, something happened here, help wipe your butt."