Zhang Zhong hugged his daughter in his arms. Not to mention, this girl was really heavy now.
"You performed very well. Just now many uncles and aunties said that you sang well."
"Really?" Pengpeng scratched his head, "But I think I still have a lot of room for improvement."
"It's a good thing to have room for improvement. Let's go to dinner. What do you want to eat today?"
"I want to eat ice cream. Dad, didn't you say you can have ice cream in June?"
Zhang Zhong patted his forehead and secretly thought that the girl was getting harder and harder to fool.
The weather in Jiangyang is relatively hot in May, and the ice cream in the supermarket has been on the shelves for a long time. Pengpeng wants to eat it when she sees it. Zhang Zhong had previously lied to her that the ice cream would not be available until June.
Zhang Zhong didn't expect that Pengpeng had been thinking about this all the time. It was only the first day of June and he started asking for ice cream.
"We'll talk about it after the ice cream. Let's go eat something to fill our stomachs first," Zhang Zhong said.
"Ice cream can also fill your stomach." Pengpeng argued with reason.
Zhang Zhong shook his head helplessly, "Okay, but we agreed that we can only eat one ice cream a week. If you eat it today, you can't eat it again this week."
"Too little, Dad."
Zhang Zhong thought for a while and said with a puzzled expression, "Okay, I'll give you four pills a month."
Pengpeng looked at Zhang Zhong, her eyes rolling. Zhang Zhong guessed that she was probably mentally calculating whether four pills a month or one pill a week would be more.
"Okay, don't forget it, it's settled. If you behave well, I can give you extra."
"Okay, but we have agreed that I must eat the ice cream as big as a big torch, not the small one." This girl has learned a lesson, and now she knows that she has negotiated the terms in advance.
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The big torch is an ordinary ice cream cone that she often eats. It is medium to large in size.
"Okay, I won't give you a small ice cream."
Xu Yuhan watched the father-daughter negotiation from the side and laughed a little, "Have you deceived her before? Why is this girl so smart?"
"She just wants to eat her so much. Let's go. After watching the show for a long time, I'm also hungry."
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"Boss, I helped you make an appointment with Affleck at the Fundiles Hotel. It's not very far from here. What time do we leave?" Chen Qing looked at his watch with a tired look in his eyes.
Zhang Zhong teased him and said, "I told you to sleep a little longer on the plane. If you don't do it, you know you're sleepy now."
"I'm fine, I just need to carry it for a few more hours."
Because of jet lag, Chen Qing is reluctant to sleep now and wants to stay up until night.
"If you don't fall over on the plane, don't fall over. If you feel sleepy, just sleep and regain your energy. You can go to bed and I'll go out for a walk."
"How is this possible? I will accompany you out."
Zhang Zhong waved his hands and said, "I'm not a three-year-old child. I want you to accompany me when I go out."
Chen Qing hesitated and said, "Then shall I arrange two entourages for you?"
"Don't worry, it's quite safe here in the wealthy area."
After saying that, Zhang Zhong went out. In fact, the security here is very good. It is like this in the United States. In places where rich people gather, the security is extremely good. If you lose something, you may find it in a while. As for the poor,
District, if the police don’t take advantage of the gangsters, then that’s good.
Zhang Zhong came out to hang out. He had a good sleep on the plane. The jet lag has reversed and he is full of energy now.
As I walked, I came to a somewhat mysterious-looking street. At a glance, I saw that there were all kinds of fortune-telling restaurants.
Some stores are relatively large, like those selling astrology and tarot cards, and there are also some small restaurants, where Chinese and English are mixed, which seems to be the mysterious power from the East.
Some set up stalls directly in front of the store.
Zhang Zhong saw several blond and blue-eyed foreigners gathered in front of a stall.
The person surrounded by people in the middle looks like an Asian. Looking at the flags with Chinese characters written on his stall, he should be Chinese.
Zhang Zhong walked over curiously, and as soon as he got closer, he heard the black-haired man say in English, "There is fire in your life. In Chinese mysticism, it means that you are a person with strong vitality and easy to act impulsively."
, but you are more generous and generous, in general, there are advantages and disadvantages."
The English pronunciation of this black-haired fortune teller sounded a little strange to Zhang Zhong. He didn't sound like a Chinese, but more like a Korean.
And what he said was not fortune telling at all.
"Awesome, awesome, your calculations are really accurate." The young man whose fortune was told gave him a thumbs up to express his admiration.
"But..." the fortune teller suddenly frowned, "You must have had a big disaster recently."
The young man was startled, "What kind of disaster?"
"This is a secret that belongs to our fortune tellers. I can't tell you easily, otherwise I will lose my life."
The more he heard what he said, the more anxious the young man became, "Sir, please help me."
The fortune teller pretended for a while and said, "Forget it, I have a lot of fate with you today. Let's do this. Although I can't tell you what disaster will happen, I will give you something that can eliminate the disaster."
As he spoke, he took out a small pendant from his pocket, and with sharp eyes, he saw at a glance that it was a wooden carving of Maitreya Buddha.
The young man's eyes lit up and he reached out to get it, but the fortune teller put the pendant back and said, "I got this thing with great difficulty. It cost me a hundred dollars at the time."
When he heard one hundred dollars, the young man's hands paused.
"But you and I are destined, so I'll sell it to you at the original price."
After hearing the payment, the young man was a little hesitant. After all, one hundred dollars is not a lot, but it is not a small amount either.
Seeing the young man's hesitation, the fortune teller put the hanger back in his arms, waved his hand and said, "Go away, I can't save you."
How could the young man withstand such a scare? He quickly said, "I will buy it, I will buy it."
After saying that, he took out one hundred dollars.
The whole process happened very quickly. Zhang Zhong watched it with interest, but he didn't come close and just watched from the side.
After the young man left, someone else came to tell the fortune. After about five minutes, the young man came back and reappeared with messy hair. As soon as he came over, he held the fortune teller's hand and said, "Thank you, thank you.
, thank you for helping me eliminate the disaster. Just when I was crossing the road, a car rushed over and almost hit me. If it weren’t for the sudden heat of this god that prevented me from moving forward, I would be dead now.
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After saying that, he took out a lot of money and gave it to the fortune teller, "Sir, do you still have this magical object? If so, please sell me a few more..."