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Chapter 682: Back to the Cup

"Uncle Fat, let's eat kebabs—" A few people walked down the neon-lit street, and the smell of cumin mixed with chili noodles came to their faces, and Qiqi couldn't help but pull the corners of the fat man's clothes.

"Miss, this kind of roadside stall is not clean, and the meat of dead cats and rotten dogs dare to be eaten by guests." Ye Zi shouted at the top of her voice, although Qiqi is still a little girl around ten years old, but in her mind, she has always been a sister.

The fat man glanced at the kebab, who was short and looked like an underage teenager, guarding a two-meter-long iron trough and snorting a few times.

Don't dare to say anything else, if it comes to eating, the fat man is definitely an expert, and his senses are extraordinarily sensitive, and he can feel that the meat skewers grilled by the little master are indeed fresh mutton.

Maybe Ye Zi's voice was too loud, and the little master also heard it in his ears, only to see him shouting without looking back, his voice was really brittle: "What are you arguing about, saying that my meat is not fresh, which eye do you see?" Running the train with a mouth, believe it or not, I'm suing you for slander! ”

There are a few tables not far from the iron trough, on which a few guests sit sparsely, in late autumn, the general barbecue is moved to the house, this is estimated that there is no shop.

However, these people also attacked Ye Zi with all their mouths, and they were obviously all frequent visitors here. Ye Zi stuck out her tongue, this girl's nerves are relatively large, of course she won't go to her heart, and she will leave with Qiqi in tow.

"Wait a minute—I'm going to have to taste what it's like to be a dead cat and a rotten dog grilled into meat skewers!" The fat man strode straight to the little master.

As a result, a young man with a plate stopped in front of him: "Why do you still want to hit someone, can I call the patrol officer?" "The fat man is five big and three thick, and he is swaying and running over in this posture, which really looks like he is looking for a ballast to fight.

The little master of the lamb kebab turned around suddenly, holding a small brush in one hand and a handful of bamboo skewers wearing meat in the other: "Son, you pull aside, dad clean him up—ah?" Fat brother, is it really you? ”

The brush and the meat skewers fell to the ground, and the little master stood there stunned with his mouth wide open, his once very smart eyes as if they were frozen.

"Uncle Kid—" Kiki shouted behind the fat man.

The fat man bypassed the guy in front of him, hugged the stupid child, and circled in place. The stupid boy could only beat the fat man's waist and eyes with his hands: "Fat brother, I want to die!" ”

After so many years, the stupid child is still so thin, in the arms of a fat man, like a bear holding a rag doll.

The young man timidly said next to him, "Dad, you have oil on your hands-"

"Son, it's okay, this is the fat uncle that my dad always talks to you about - fat brother, this is my son, the third in the uncle and brother" The stupid child struggled to earn twice, and the fat man let go, and looked at the stupid child carefully, the corners of his eyes were covered with fine wrinkles, and he was also old, but his face was radiant, and there was still a vague shadow of liveliness and optimism back then, but it was much lighter.

The famous corner of the county back then, now standing on the side of the street barbecue skewers, can he not be old?

Seeing that the stupid child of the year has now become an old child, the fat man's heart suddenly swelled with sourness, and he couldn't help but tears in his eyes: "Child, why don't you sing anymore?" ”

The stupid boy wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and now it was bad, and tears flowed down his face, and he couldn't even speak. The little third son next to him was also furious: "Dad, don't cry, don't cry, the fat uncle is back, I'm happy." ”

"There's chili noodles on the sleeves of this dress—" The stupid kid had snot and tears streaming down his face, but he was smiling and grinning, and he looked very strange.

The third son hurriedly took a few napkins and wiped them for his father. The fat man took out a wet towel and helped him wipe his face a few times, and the stupid child dared to open his eyes, and it was red, as if he had been crying for hours.

"Fat brother, Xiaoyu, and this big girl, sit down quickly and try my craft." The stupid kid picked up Kiki and put him on a plastic stool next to him, beckoning to the others. Looking at that posture, I don't know why I'm busy.

Seeing that they were old friends reunited, the guests sat back in their place, and the stupid boy and the two of them immediately worked around the iron trough again, and the fat man was also next to help deliver skewers and get wine.

After the guests had eaten, the stupid boy asked his son to roast first, and then pulled the fat man to the table: "Fat brother, you sit down first, and I'll call the flower picker." ”

The fat man sat down while agreeing, only to hear a bang, and the plastic stool under his ass was shattered. Fortunately, the fat man is relatively stable, and a horse squatting crotch is standing, otherwise he has to squat with a big belly.

Everyone was startled at first, and then laughed together, and the stupid child scratched the back of his head: "Fat brother, it looks like you have to stand up and eat, otherwise, I will have to reimburse these stools tonight." ”

"The reimbursement is good, I don't need it." The fat man said with a smile, biting open a bottle of beer, grunting, and half-dried.

"Fat uncle, the meat skewers are here—" The little third son's voice was also quite bright.

The fat man pinched a bamboo skewer and stroked it to his mouth, turning it into a light rod, and nodding while chewing: "Well, it's fragrant and tender, it's definitely not a dead cat or a rotten dog." As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his neck, and a bottle of beer bottomed out.

"Little third son, bring a box here, your fat uncle's amount of alcohol, you don't bring a box to the toilet." The stupid child was happy, wiped his hands on his apron again, and began to call: "Ma slipped to my stall for a trip, there is something - tell you, I will regret it for a lifetime!" ”

After speaking, he turned off the phone with a click, and then looked at the fat man and smiled.

The fat man also scratched the back of his head: "You kid smeared me with oil, and I have to open my belly to eat you today, and I have to pay you for it." ”

When the fat man drank all five bottles of beer, a shrill voice came from the place: "Child, what's the matter, I'm playing mahjong, and I'm about to hold the treasure - fat brother, Xiaoyu, it's really you, now I can hold the treasure in the treasure!" ”

The flower picker was still so light, and he flew to the fat man's side at once, and then hung it around his neck. The fat man hurriedly pressed him to the ground and looked at him carefully, except for a few more gray hairs on his sideburns, the appearance on his face did not change much.

"It's very comfortable, playing mahjong every day."

Hearing the fat man say this, a trace of helplessness flashed across the face of the flower picker: "It's just a matter of killing time, fat brother, where have you run for so many years, why haven't you changed at all, do you look at Qiqi, or is it so tall?" ”

Qiqi was nibbling on chicken wings, put his thumb and index finger together, dangled them in front of his nose a few times, and argued in his mouth: "Uncle Cai, I've grown so tall." ”

The flower picker touched her little brain, and then sat down next to the big braid: "Little third son, roast a few skewers without peppers." ”

"What are you still protecting, and you still expect to be on stage?" The stupid kid muttered.

The flower picker glanced at him with a smile: "I have always remembered what the fat brother said back then." This time, he must have come to find us out of the mountain. ”

"Really?" The stupid kid stared at the fat man, his face full of incredulity.

The fat man poured another bottle of beer, and then said: "Let's not talk about the real and fake, why don't you two sing anymore?" ”

Both of them showed indignation on their faces, and the stupid child said: "Now they are all pulling calves under the banner of two people, I would rather make hard-earned money with this lamb kebab than make trouble with their guys." ”

The flower picker sighed: "Fat brother, the world has changed, it turns out that no one listens to those old jokes, we started to organize a small troupe, and we lost money for a year without support, I retired early, and I had to pay a few hundred yuan a month to deal with life, and I couldn't afford to go out and be embarrassed." ”

"Dare to love your daughter who won't come back after graduating from college, our third son still has to marry a daughter-in-law. There's no way, you have to think about making money, or you won't be able to support this little stall. The helplessness on the stupid child's face is even heavier, and he wants to live, and he refuses to go against his will to play on the stage, so he can only bear the pressure from life.

The fat man didn't say a word, bit open a bottle of beer, drank it with his neck up for a minute, and reached the bottom in one breath, then slammed the wine bottle on the table, and shouted in his mouth: "Withdraw the stall, let's beat the drum and open it again, gather all the people and horses in the past, and go back to the mountain with me, the villa will be built in the coming year, and the two of you are still pillars." ”

"There are still people who listen to the old jokes, if we go there and raise them, we don't just eat and don't work, and we don't go?" The stupid kid blinked wide-eyed, a little hard to believe.

"I don't dare to say it anywhere else, if it's in the villa, someone will definitely listen." The smile returned to the fat man's face, and after hearing what happened to the two of them just now, he was really a little panicked. Under the impact of the wave of reform, there are many things like this, but fat people are not allowed to happen by their own side.

"Smack-" The stupid child and the flower picker high-fived together, and the stupid child imitated Uncle Benshan: "Who said that my stupid child is worthless now, and he will earn dollars soon-"

"After so many years, you haven't thrown away kung fu, right?" The fat man's heart is also open.

"The fist does not leave the hand and the mouth, unless you can't move." The stupid kid seemed to be so happy that he snapped two somersaults on the ground. The third son was worried beside him: "Dad, the little flashed his waist-"

The stupid boy picked up a stool cushion, picked up his index finger, the wheels generally rotated, and then threw it away, and was held by the little third son with his fingers, and continued to spin around: "Fat brother, I knew that there was this day, I taught the little third son hand in hand since I was a child, and now this kid sings better than me." ”

The fat man said twice: "Then which one are we singing today?" ”

"Back to the cup!" The flower picker compared an orchid finger, the finger is still so beautiful, it seems that every day to touch the mahjong treasure, it is estimated that this fingering is also this.

"Yes, let's all come hard, it's just a cup of return, hehe, then I'm Zhang Tingxiu, who is in the middle of the exam, where is Second Sister Wang?" The fat man's chest is straight, and he is also energetic.

"Fat brother, you don't look like Zhang Tingxiu, at most you are the villain inside, Zhao Ang, the brother-in-law of Second Sister Wang." The stupid child and the flower picker said in unison, and everyone nodded together: "Like!" ”