"It's terrible, the transvestites are more beautiful than our girls!"
"What the hell, how can a boy be so good-looking?"
"Hey, the world is really going downhill. These days, men want to be women, and women want to be men!"
"Okay, okay..."
Everyone was talking a lot, and some people vomited everything in their stomachs. They really didn't expect that this girl who looked so innocent was actually pretending. It really refreshed their world view.
Although transvestites can often be seen on live broadcasts and on mobile phones, I am afraid that the only one who dares to go out wearing girls' clothes and eat with a group of people is the one in front of me.
In addition, the most terrible thing is that the voice of this transvestite named Xiaoxue is so real. Even if she wears a voice changer, she cannot reach such a state. She must have gone to the hospital to have relevant operations, otherwise she would not be able to be so perfect.
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To be honest, they think that no one would recognize a transvestite of this level walking on the street, and no one would know if she has leg hair...
"Fat brother, stop talking, let's leave quickly!" Song Yixue tried to persuade Yi Yongquan, fearing that he would continue to make trouble. It would be impossible to continue eating now. So many people were really scared to watch.
"What's wrong? We're in a dance hall. There are so many people and it's so noisy. No one can hear us!" Yi Yong said simply, and kept raising his voice, just like shouting through a speaker.
"Oh? Let's go then!" Song Yixue looked at Yi Yongquan with interest, pulling Song Jiang to go out. She didn't find any advantages of Yi Yongquan, so she just stayed here and continued to make a fool of herself.
"Xiaoxue, where are you going?" Yi Yongquan asked immediately when he saw they were leaving.
Song Yixue responded and continued walking, while Uncle Song Jiang still held a bottle of beer in his hand, hitting Yi Yongquan with blows from his palms, and mumbling something.
At this time, Yi Yongquan's fat body suddenly trembled. He felt that the other party was teaching him his unique palm skills, and he immediately chased after him. However, he was stopped by a beautiful little sister: "Handsome guy, you haven't paid for it yet!"
"Oh, the wallet is over there, go get it yourself!" The fat man pointed to where he was sitting just now. There was indeed a small black sail bag there.
"Handsome, wait a minute!" After saying that, the pretty girl winked at her colleague.
Soon someone went over to pick up the small bag and walked towards them: "Handsome guy, your bag!"
"The money is in there, you can take it yourself!"
"A total of 342 yuan, handsome guy!" The other party raised their wallet above their head and said very respectfully. Although the customer asked them to take the money, it was impossible for them to do so.
Yi Yongquan glanced at them and frowned: "I know!"
After saying that, he half-squinted his eyes, took out four big bills from his bag, and immediately ran away. Because of the delay just now, Song Yixue and his uncle had disappeared.
Although this meal cost a lot of money, because Yi Yongquan went crazy and danced on the table, everyone didn't eat anything, and at most they drank a few glasses of wine.
Song Yixue resisted her hunger and carefully supported Song Jiang, who was still practicing Drunken Boxing. After walking for several minutes, she didn't see Yi Yongquan chasing after him. Instead, she smelled a special fragrance.
This scent was very magical, as if it was a mixture of hundreds of food scents, directly guiding the two of them there.
"Wow, it looks delicious, uncle!" Song Yixue asked happily, her eyes shining.
Song Jiang took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said: "This is a cut cake, not something ordinary people can afford! Let's go!"
"Huh? Uncle, are you talking nonsense again?" Song Yixue asked with her eyes widened, somewhat unable to believe anything the uncle said in his current state.
Song Yixue had never seen such exquisite pastries, even the cream cakes in the cake shop were nothing more than that. These pastries made of multiple grains and medicines really made her very attracted.
I originally wanted to ask Uncle Song Jiang if he wanted something to eat, but Song Jiang squatted on the steps next to him with his hood on and unscrewed the beer cap with his hands, drinking in a daze.
Song Yixue didn't hesitate and walked straight to the cake-cutting boss: "That..."
"Beauty, what is that?" the cake-cutting boss said in a strange tone, and kept looking at Song Yixue's body.
"Is this delicious?" Song Yixue asked first.
"It's very delicious. It's very good for your body. You can grow into something like a cow!" The cake-cutting boss explained crazily, regardless of whether Song Yixue could understand or not.
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At this time, Song Yixue was confused. She couldn't help but swallowed when looking at the cart of cut cakes, and asked: "Boss, how do you sell this?"
"It's four yuan, how much do you want?" The cake-cutting boss had a smile on his face and started making gestures with the knife in his hand.
Song Yixue thought that Yi Yongquan hadn't eaten anything, so she smiled and said to the cake-cutting boss: "Please help me weigh three pieces!"
"Okay! Wait a minute for the beauty!"
After saying that, the cake-cutting boss quickly cut off the knife from top to bottom, and then packed it in a big bag. Then there was a flash of cold light. Before Song Yixue could react, the boss cut off two more large pieces, and
Or cut it like an inverted trapezoid.
The next second, the boss stretched out his strong hand smoothly, grabbed a bag, put it on the scale, and said with a smile: "One piece of 10 kilograms is that 4,000 yuan, three pieces of that, the total is
12,000 yuan!”
"Twelve thousand yuan? What the hell!" Song Yixue was shocked, feeling that the boss was telling her a big joke.
"Didn't you say four yuan a pound? And...why did you give me so much?" Song Yixue was still confused. In just a moment, the cake-cutting boss almost cut half of the cart and came down.
At this time, the cake-cutting boss took out a sign from under the cart, which clearly stated: "Authentic cake-cutting, 40 yuan per tael!"
"40 yuan a tael, 400 yuan a pound? You are really shameless!" Song Yixue took a look at the cake-cutting boss in front of her, and felt that his face was getting darker.
"I asked you just now, and you agreed! It's four yuan...one tael!" The cake cutter still had a smile on his face: "It's because you didn't listen to what I said.
You have to take that and so on, and you have to give me the money and that and so on!"
"Ah, you are buying and selling by force! I didn't agree to it being so expensive, what the hell!" Song Yixue was also anxious. She looked around at the alumni, but no one dared to come over and speak for him.
"No, you can't do that!" The cake-cutting boss held a steel knife and said reluctantly.
"The worst thing is, I don't want it anymore, okay? You're too dark!" Song Yixue was so anxious that she really didn't know what to say.
