Chapter Seventy-Five: No matter how big the God of Wealth is, he can't keep it

It wasn't until the evening that the things were finally ready, and Bai Ning sent someone to pull the cart back to his shop. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he was almost busy, Bai Ning realized that he hadn't eaten for a day, and he only ate two buns after taking his son for a day.

So, she took Baixi out of the house, planning to buy something casually and fool around.

"Shop, two bowls of noodles." Bai Ning found a place to sit down.

The store quickly brought the food up, Bai Ning took the chopsticks, and ate it by himself.

Bai Xi, who was sitting on the side, looked left and right, looked at his mother, and then looked at the noodles in front of him.

"Mother, Xi'er also eats."

Bai Ning took a mouthful of noodles, and her eyelids didn't lift, she knew that her son wanted her to feed him, but Bai Ning felt ...... This kid thinks too much, and he really shouldn't spoil him too much.

Bai Xi saw that his mother ignored him, so he could only take the chopsticks himself, learn from Bai Ning's appearance, pick up the noodles, and send them to his mouth one by one.

After Bai Ning finished eating a bowl, he saw that the little guy was still holding the noodle with great difficulty, picking and picking, but he couldn't pick it into his mouth, and his little face was full of soup.

Bai Ning looked at her son quietly, looking like she wanted to eat but couldn't eat her mouth, she wanted to laugh a little, but she couldn't help but laugh.

"Mother's ......" The son looked at her bitterly and asked her for help again.

Bai Ning exhaled lightly and put the chopsticks in his son's hand in a correct posture: "The middle finger and index finger are forced, like this, do you understand?" As she spoke, the woman made a demonstration herself.

The son didn't have the heart to learn, he just wanted to eat the noodles quickly, he pouted: "Mother, hey...... Hey......"

Bai Ning paused, threw the chopsticks in his hand onto the table, and lightly spit out three words: "Eat by yourself." ”

Xiao Baixi was extremely aggrieved, lowered his head, and decided to give it another try.

While eating here, there was a sudden noise from the sword shop opposite.

"If you don't do business, aren't you cheating? Aren't you ruining my reputation? ”

"Do you like to do it or not, we have a sword master in the sword shop, if you can't do it, just leave."

"I really can't stand it, you stealing chickens and dogs!"

Behind him, a large man came out of the sword shop, with a heavy sword behind him and a large burden in his hand, standing at the door, roaring at the shopkeeper.

"Hey, isn't this the Yang Sword Master? Why was he kicked out of the store again? ”

"Presumably this Master Yang is too serious, and he has been arguing with the shopkeeper for three days."

"Then why does the boss want him to do things?"

"This Master Yang's sword-forging skills are extraordinary, he dares to call the first in the entire Yu'an Mansion, no one dares to call it the second, and many swordsmen come for the reputation of this Yang Sword Master. You say, how can the boss be willing to let go of such a god of wealth as him? ”

"It's so fierce, presumably no matter how big the God of Wealth is this time, this boss can't keep it."

Bai Ning listened to the chatter between the shopkeeper and the customers on the side, and couldn't help but look at the shop across the street.

At this moment, there stood a stout man with a mustache on his face, pointing at the shopkeeper's nose, and his voice could be heard from one end of the street to the other.

In the end, the shopkeeper couldn't bear it anymore, and flew up with a kick, and was about to kick the big man.

The big man immediately raised his hand, and as soon as his strong arm was raised, the boss's leg was blocked back.

The boss stumbled a few times and almost fell on his heels, but fortunately he was held up by a few men behind him, so he didn't fall.