The young man was obviously being sarcastic. Gong Yu frowned slightly and looked at the young man again with disapproval. Only then did Gong Yu notice that this young man looked to be only eleven or twelve years old.
, his eyes are big, his skin is very fair, his features are pretty, and this guy may have some baby fat on his cheeks.
Originally, the young man looked cute, but now his red lips were pursed all the time, and his bright eyes were rolling around. Even if he didn't pause for a moment, he looked even more cute.
My brother is even smarter and cute.
Seeing the young man's immature face, Gong Yu felt a little less disgusted with him in his heart. After all, after listening to what the young man said just now, he always felt that this was a sign that the young man was cheating.
I don’t know why he has such a stubborn temper at such a young age. He argued with this old man for so long just for five cents. He even had to refute the fact that he had eaten wontons. Gong Yu couldn’t help but feel a little helpless. Now
It seems that this young man is still too young and has too much temper. He probably grew up being pampered and pampered at home, which is why he has such a bad temper.
At the same time, Gong Yu secretly made a decision in his heart. If the two people continued to be entangled and noisy, he should take out five cents to pay. At worst, he would throw the money on the table and leave this dispute immediately.
After all, the young man and the old man selling wontons had been quarreling with each other since just now, but no one had paid any attention to them.
When the old man selling wontons heard that the young man actually said such shameless words, he was very angry. He held the bowl of wontons in one hand and pointed to the wontons lying on the table with the other and said.
"Then how did Chaos get on the table? I brought a bowl of wontons in front of you properly. Even if you didn't eat the wontons on the table, you scooped them out. You actually ruined the wontons I made.
, then you should pay for the wontons."
The old man was not that angry, but the young man threw the wontons on the table. The old man selling wontons also knew the taste of his own wontons, that's what happened. In other words, those people who came to eat wontons in the past were thinking of their own wontons.
Wontons are cheap, and he is not picky about the taste at all, so his business is based on whether they are salty or bland.
The old man couldn't really make a strong protest against the young man who spat out the wontons on the table because they were unpalatable. But the young man in front of him actually spat out the wontons on the table.
, saying that he had not eaten it at all, but the old man selling wontons would not allow it.
What he is emphasizing now is that even if the wontons are not eaten by that guy, the wontons on the table have been ruined by this guy. Since the wontons are no longer intact, this guy should be responsible for this bowl of wontons.
Pay the money.
The young man's eyes rolled, and he also knew that although he arbitrarily claimed that he had not eaten the wontons, the wontons on the table confirmed that he had indeed touched the bowl of wontons. In this case, he would
There was really no other way. He thought for a while and couldn't help but said: "Then how much does a bowl of wontons cost?"
This is the first time this little brother asked about the price of wontons. He had never cared before whether this bowl of wontons sold for five cents or five taels of silver? In his opinion, no matter how much it cost, he
Now he didn't have a penny, and even after asking for the price, he couldn't pay it. So he never thought of asking how much the old man's bowl of wontons was worth.
Hearing that the young man finally asked about the price of wontons, the old man selling wontons felt relieved, thinking that this young man was finally willing to pay. He hurriedly said: "I have been doing business for several years, and I have always had good reputation.
Youjia. The price has never changed. Five cents for a bowl of chaos is already very cheap."
After talking about the price of wontons, the old man who sold wontons really had no choice but to add another sentence, emphasizing that his wontons were indeed cheap. He was afraid that the young man would keep grabbing the wontons because they tasted bad, and he would not pay for them.
He emphasized that the price of his wontons was already very low. He just hoped that if this guy had money, he would pay the money quickly and not waste time here.
But what the old man selling wontons really didn't expect was that the young man had no reaction at all after hearing what he said about the price of wontons.
Of course the young man wouldn't have any reaction. The mother-in-law didn't care at all how much the wontons sold for. He couldn't afford it anyway. But when he thought of the price of five cents mentioned by the old man selling wontons,
The young man rolled his eyes and had another idea.
"There are six in your bowl of wontons. A bowl of wontons sells for five cents, which means that one wonton costs less than a penny. Then I'll waste a wonton on you, which only costs less than a cent. It's not like that.
You don’t need me to pay. I don’t know where I can find a penny to give you.”
Hearing what he said, the old man selling wontons became anxious at first. Fortunately, the old man had a clear mind. He suddenly said: "It's not less than a penny, it's five penny a bowl. What I'm selling is a wonton."
A bowl of wontons is not for sale."
Compared to the anxious old man selling wontons, the young man now looked leisurely. He retorted: "How could it be a bowl of wontons? I just spoiled a wonton. You have to know, then
The remaining five wontons are in the bowl in your hand."
Hearing what the young man said, the old man selling wontons also lowered his head and looked at the bowl of wontons he was holding. The five fat and white wontons in it were sitting quietly in the soup. Indeed, this
There was only one wonton missing from the bowl, and it was the one that the guy took a bite of and spat out on the table. However, this is not how the algorithm works.
"How can you say that? What I sell is a bowl of wontons, and I never sell a single wonton. Even if you only eat one wonton from me, you still have to pay for a bowl of wontons." After saying this,
The old man selling wontons quickly put the wontons in his hand on the table.
"This bowl of wontons is yours, you can eat it whether you like it or not, but you have to pay for a bowl of wontons. No matter what, don't try to cheat." (To be continued)