The young man was obviously cunning, Gong Yu frowned slightly, and he looked at the young man disapprovingly again. At this time, Gong Yu noticed that this young brother looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, with big eyes, very white skin, and beautiful eyebrows, and this little brother may have some baby fat on his cheeks.

Originally, the young brother was cute, but at this time, his ruddy lips kept pursing, and his bright eyes were purring, but when there was no pause, it seemed that the little brother was even more clever and cute.

Seeing the young brother's immature face, Gong Yu's disgust with him was slightly reduced in his heart. After all, listening to what the little brother said just now, I always felt that this was a young man's trick.

I don't know how this young man has such a stubborn temper, and he has been arguing with this old man here for so long for five cents. Even the fact that he ate wontons himself had to be refuted. Gong Yu couldn't help but feel a little helpless, now it seems that this young brother is still too young and has too much temperament, and it is estimated that he has always been pampered in the palm of his hand at home, which caused him to have such a bad temper.

At the same time, Gong Yu secretly decided in his heart that if the two of them had been entangled and quarreled, he would still take out five cents to pay. It's a big deal, throw the money on the table, and leave this place of right and wrong immediately, and you won't be entangled in any trouble. After all, the young brother and the old man who sold wontons have been arguing with each other intently since just now, but no one has paid attention to themselves.

And when the old man who sold wontons heard that this young man actually said such a trick, he was also very angry. He held the bowl of wontons in one hand and pointed to the wontons lying on the table with the other, and spoke.

"How did chaos get to the table? I'll bring a bowl of wontons to you. Even if you didn't eat the ravioli on the table, you scooped it out. You've ruined the wontons I made, so you're supposed to pay for them. ”

The old man wasn't so angry that the young man threw the wonton on the table. The old man who sells wontons also knows the taste of his wontons, which is what is going on. That is, those people who came to eat wontons in the past, trying to make their wontons cheap, but they didn't have any pickiness about the taste at all, so his business was not salty or light.

Regarding the young brother's behavior of spitting the wontons on the table directly because the wontons were unpalatable, the old man really couldn't make a very strong protest. But the little brother in front of him actually counted the wontons that he spit on the table, saying that he didn't eat this matter at all, and only the old man who sold the wontons was resolutely not allowed.

What he is emphasizing now is that even if the little brother didn't eat any of the wontons, the wontons on the table were also ruined by the little brother. Since this wonton is no longer intact, then this little brother should pay for this bowl of wontons.

The young brother's eyes purred, and he also knew that although he said that he didn't eat the wontons, the wontons on the table confirmed that he had indeed touched the bowl of wontons. In that case, he really can't help it. He thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Then how much is your bowl of wontons?"

This is the first time this little brother has asked about the price of wontons. In his opinion, no matter how much it was sold, he didn't have a penny on him now, and he couldn't pay the price himself. So he never thought to ask how much the bowl of wontons was worth.

Hearing that the young man finally asked about the price of the wontons, the old man who sold the wontons was relieved, thinking that the young man was finally willing to pay. He hurriedly said: "My old man has been in business for several years, and he has always had a good reputation. This price has never changed, five cents a bowl of chaos, it is already very cheap. ”

After talking about the price of wontons, the old man who sold wontons really couldn't help it, and added a sentence, emphasizing that his wontons were indeed cheap. He was afraid that this young offspring would keep holding on to the wonton and it would taste unpalatable, and he would not pay for it, just thinking about emphasizing that his wonton was already at a very low price. He only hopes that this little brother has money and will pay the money in a hurry and stop wasting time here.

But what the old man who sold wontons really didn't expect was that after the young brother heard the price of the wontons he said, he didn't react at all.

Of course, the young brother will not react much. The little brother didn't care at all, how much this wonton was sold for, and he couldn't afford to pay for it anyway. But thinking of the price of five cents that the old man who sold wontons said, the young brother's eyes rolled and he had an idea again.

"There are six of your bowls of wontons, and a bowl of wontons sells for five cents, which means that a wonton is less than a penny when combined. Then I'll spoil your ravioli, it's nothing more than a penny. I don't have to pay for it at all. Ben Gongzi doesn't know where to go and can't find a penny for you. ”

Hearing him say this, the old man who sold wontons was anxious at first. Fortunately, the old man's mind was still very clear, and he suddenly said: "It's not the price of less than one penny, it's five pennies a bowl." I'm selling a bowl of ravioli, not a chaotic one. ”

Compared with the old man who was a little anxious to sell wontons, the young brother was now a leisurely look. He retorted, "How can it be a bowl of ravioli? I'm just ruining a ravioli." You know, the other five wontons are in the bowl in your hand. ”

Hearing the young brother say this, the old man who sold wontons also looked down at the bowl of wontons he was holding in his hand. The five white and chubby wontons in it stayed quietly in the soup. Indeed, there is only one missing in this bowl of wontons, the one that was bitten by the little brother and spit on the table. However, this algorithm is not calculated like this.

"How can you say that, little brother, I sell a bowl of ravioli, I never sell a ravioli. You just ate one of my wontons, and you have to pay for a bowl of wontons. After saying this, the old man who sold wontons hurriedly put the wontons in his hand on the table.

"This bowl of wontons is yours, you like to eat it or not, but you have to pay for a bowl of wontons. Either way, don't try to cheat. ”