The old man selling wontons said harshly, "This bowl of wontons is all 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."
As he said that, the old man selling wontons hurriedly put the bowl on the table, fearing that the young man would continue to say something. Chaos was in his hands, so the bowl of wontons was his.
He was also afraid of this kind of thing. Unexpectedly, this little guy actually grabbed this wonton and a bowl of chaos and wanted to make a fuss about it. The old man selling wontons was also a little scared at this time.
Seeing the action of the old man selling wontons, the young man raised the corner of his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile. He was sure that he had only eaten one wonton, or that he had just spoiled one wonton. So, that bowl
He didn't touch the other chaos in the wontons.
It doesn't make sense to ask him to pay for it himself. Thanks to the old man selling wontons, he said it himself. There were six wontons in his bowl, but he sold them for five cents. This didn't mean that he had caught a loophole. Since one wonton
If he couldn't even pay for a penny, how could he conjure up money worth less than a penny to pay for his wontons?
Now that I have found this ankle method, the young man certainly refused to let go easily. He continued to emphasize, "No matter where you put the bowl of wontons, anyway, the five wontons in the bowl will be the same for me."
Never touched it. The only thing I touched was that wonton."
As he said that, the little brother pointed to the wonton lying on the table. He said that he would only pay for that one, and as for the other wontons in the bowl, he didn't care.
The old man selling wontons was anxious: "You, how can you explain it like this? This is not the case at all. I never sell wontons alone, I sell them bowl by bowl. Since you touched it
There are wontons in this bowl, then you should pay for this bowl of wontons.”
As soon as he heard what he said, the young man quit. He rushed to say: "I didn't touch the other wontons. I just scooped up a wonton with a spoon and took a bite. I didn't even eat it, let alone the other wontons."
I swallowed it and threw the wontons directly on the table. As for the other wontons in the bowl, I didn't touch them.
You must know that the spoon I used was just to scoop up one wonton into that bowl, and never put it into that bowl again, so the five wontons left in your bowl are the same as when they were taken out of the pot.
Just the same, no loss at all."
Listening to the words of the young man pouring beans into the bamboo tube, the old man selling wontons became even more anxious, "I told you, I sell wontons by the bowl, not by the piece. Don't try to steal it with such sweet talk."
You don’t pay for being clever.”
Isn't it just opportunistic? The little brother kept emphasizing how much his bowl of wontons cost, but this young man always said how much each wonton cost in total, and then the little brother was only responsible for the one he touched.
He doesn't care about wontons and other activities. That's just an excuse for him to default on his debt.
The old man selling wontons was also anxious at this time. He no longer looked like he was crying and pretending to be miserable. At this time, he simply put his hands on his hips and stared at the young man to stop him. The young man refused to let him go.
Leave. At the same time, the old man kept saying: "A bowl of wontons is a bowl of chaos. Please pay for the wontons quickly."
Seeing that although he had found the loophole in the old man's words, the old man was not being unreasonable at all, staring straight at him with two big eyes. The young man was also a little scared, he
I secretly complained in my heart, oh, when will I be able to get up and down for a few pennies, and I have to use my brains to come up with such a way to escape.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't compare to someone who would stop him in front of him when he got angry and not let him leave. At this time, he really wished he could keep the dozen taels he spent casually yesterday.
A tael of silver was left in his pocket so that he could pay the bill now.
The young man never thought that he would have such a dark history. He was stopped in the street by an old man for five cents and refused to leave. This was a huge shame. But now he really has no choice.
The solution is that this old man is not trying to reason with me anymore. He just asks me to pay him. If he doesn’t pay, I won’t let him go. Xiaotao, Xiaotao, why don’t you come?
Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but stand up on his tiptoes and look into the distance. He longed for Xiao Tao to appear in front of him like a savior on the street corner or somewhere. However, he carefully looked at all the nearby street corners.
, various places, but in the end he couldn't help but look back and sighed in frustration, Xiao Tao's figure did not appear at all.
Sighing, the young man also knew that if he didn't pay for the wontons, he probably wouldn't be able to leave. Thinking of this, he shook his sleeves and simply sat back at the table, facing the bowl of wontons.
, picked up the spoon again, and started stirring in the bowl.
"Okay, old man, since you said this bowl of wontons is mine, you have to wait for me no matter what. Come and collect the money after you finish the wontons."
I just saw this young man sighing suddenly, then turned around and sat back at the table, picked up a spoon, and started to stir the wontons in the bowl. This series of actions scared the old man selling wontons.
I don't know how to react.
This little brother was obviously looking fierce just now, and then he was trying his best to cheat. But why did he just get tough, and this little brother suddenly retracted, and instead sat back on the table obediently and continued to eat wontons.
, wasn’t that wonton so unpalatable that he criticized it?
But no matter what, the old wonton seller couldn't react to this little brother's reaction. After all, the person who bought the wontons hadn't finished eating yet, so it was hard for him to go up and collect the money.
Soon, the old man selling wontons realized that the young man in front of him was probably using the procrastination technique. But he really couldn't figure out what kind of temper this young man was having. He just paid the money and left.
Okay.
Fortunately, it's like this now. Just look at this little brother who keeps stirring the wontons in the bowl and refuses to put them into his mouth. It shows how much he hates these wontons. But, since he is so disgusted, why do you just
Why don't you leave immediately without paying the money?
Seeing the young man treating his wontons like this, the old man selling wontons was actually unhappy. (To be continued)