The old man who sold wontons thought that there was a new gang in the city, and they had sent such a young offspring to his stall to make trouble. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but beg again: "Little brother, I'm just a wonton seller, and I won't be able to earn a few pennies at the end of this day." I've already given the Black Tiger Gang this month's protection fee. If you have any objections here, you should consult with the Black Tiger Gang.

In the end, there was a result to tell Xiao Lao'er, Xiao Lao'er from next month, the money that should be given must be a lot. Have pity on me, I still have a sick person at home. Hoping that I can bring two more dollars and go back to buy medicine to continue my life. “

Hearing the old man who sold wontons say such miserable, the young brother's face was swollen red at this time, he didn't know that he was just because this chaos was too unpalatable, and he couldn't help but lose his temper and complain, just hoping that the old man who sold chaos could make himself a real bowl of wontons. How did he get to the old man, he became a bully who bullied the market, and even talked about the Black Tiger Gang, as well as protection money. He never imagined that one day he would be able to associate himself with those gangsters.

So looking at the old man who was about to cry in front of him, the young offspring didn't know how to react. He opened his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't say a word. For a long time, he could only mumble there in a low voice, "I just want to eat a ravioli." I didn't think much of it. ”

He didn't know now, whether he should be angry and let the black-hearted businessman in front of him make a new bowl of real chaos for himself, or should he be kind and pleasant, and comfort the crying and pitiful old man in front of him.

Seeing the old man who sold chaos with some gray hair on his head, the young brother's first reaction was to think of the old housekeeper who also had white hair at home.

Thinking of the old housekeeper, did this little brother think that he was too angry just now, and what he said was too much, so that the family misunderstood.

So should he make amends now and let the other party know that he is not a fierce god bully, nor did he deliberately smash the field. He just wanted to eat a real bowl of ravioli.

After all, I went shopping all morning, and my stomach was a little hungry. And because he felt that Xiao Tao was too annoying, he deliberately went around many circles and threw Xiao Tao away.

However, he forgot that his money bag had always been kept by Xiao Tao, so now he is penniless. He had to sit here, looking very cheap, on the wonton stall, thinking about eating a bowl of wontons casually, pad his stomach first, and wait for Xiao Tao to find it in a while, and then pay for the meal.

After all, this wonton stall is in a good location, just on the side of the road where several streets meet, thinking that it is more conspicuous to sit here, and it is more convenient for Xiao Tao to find herself.

But he really didn't expect that after eating a bite of wontons, he would almost vomit out yesterday's rice. This wonton is just too unpalatable. He was also tired and hungry, and he ate such unpalatable things, so he was angry.

Under such anger, he slapped the table and glared at him, just hoping that the old man who sold wontons could make a serious bowl of wontons, so that he could barely cushion his stomach.

But he didn't expect that such a simple request of his own would become difficult for a strong man when he came to this old man's place.

At this time, this young descendant still feels that he is wronged, how can he just be a simple request, but now this scene has become so weird. The old man holding a bowl of wontons, tears were about to flow out, and he was still bending down and begging, hoping that he could raise his noble hand and let him go, but he did something wrong, he was just hungry and wanted to eat a wonton.

It was so lively next to it, of course Gong Yu had been watching silently from the side, seeing that these two people felt that they were very aggrieved, Gong Yu couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. I don't know what kind of nerves this young boy has made, he is used to eating fine clothes and fine food at home, and he ran to this simple wonton stall on the street, and actually asked the old man who sells wontons to be able to make a bowl of the kind of wontons that he cooks carefully at home.

But Gong Yu didn't rush to speak, after all, judging from the performance of the young brother just now, this son is estimated to be spoiled. Just because this wonton is unpalatable, he has such a big temper, it can be seen that this person should not have a very good temper, and he is the kind of person who is not easy to get along with.

At this time, Gong Yu is not good at interjecting casually, it is better to take a look at how these two people should solve this matter next.

The old man who cooked the wontons was still constantly accompanying Caution, and kept telling about all kinds of difficulties in his family. And the young brother, who was obviously arrogant and had the upper hand just now, was so suppressed that he almost didn't know how to speak at this time.

As long as he has a mouth, the old man at the wonton stall over there will definitely cry and chirp, and immediately open his mouth to tell his grievances. After a few words, this young brother has been beaten to the ground.

He slapped the table busily, and said in the loudest voice he could: "Okay, okay, I, I don't have to eat your wontons." ”

As soon as these words were spoken, the three people present were relieved. The old man who sold wontons also realized through his observation just now that his initial estimate was wrong.

Although the young brother in front of him has a bad temper, it is obvious that he should not be the one who came to collect protection money from the underworld and deliberately came to play on the field.

Don't ask why, when this old man was about to cry, he suddenly realized this. After all, no matter which underworld you have, you don't have the patience to listen to yourself crying and telling your grievances. And he was still topped by his own words, so I don't know how to reply.

You must know that when the old man was crying, he kept peeking at the young brother's reaction from the corner of his eye. He could see clearly that since he had said two or three words in tears, the young man had obviously become ashamed. Later, the little brother wanted to speak several times, but he was blocked by a few words and didn't know what to say.

With such a reaction, if the old man who sells wontons can't know that this little brother is not what he is at all, and the people in the gang he thinks of, then this old man is also in vain on the side of the road, and he has been selling chaos for two or three years, and he has no eyes at all.