Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 28

"It's perfectly normal for Superman's daughter to have superpowers."

The girl's voice carried a hint of secret joy, her heart filled with sweetness.

This is a precious secret, proving that I am their biological child.

As long as I grow up quickly, I can take over my father's business.

"Goo~"

My stomach growled at an inopportune moment.

There must be some canned food in the fridge again.

Amamiya Megumi was feeling a bit hungry, so she picked up the landline at home and dialed a number.

"Hey, Yingzi, are you hungry? Shall we go out and get something good to eat?"

The little girl put down the landline, changed into her outdoor shoes, and ran downstairs excitedly. In the stairwell, two little braids peeked out from under her.

The streets were not crowded at 10 a.m., and there were no cars on the school section. The two sides were lined with towering trees, and in the middle of spring, many buds were sprouting.

The little girl attends a nearby primary school and is very familiar with the area.

The flow of people brings business opportunities, and the number of mobile vendors around is also huge, turning it into an underground food street. Once the urban management officers appear, the snack vendors who have received the news will drive away.

"Hey, Little Pudding, what do you want to eat today?"

The stall owners who passed by greeted Amamiya Megumi warmly.

"Hey, uncle, I don't want takoyaki today!"

After saying that, he quickly flew away.

"Oh, I see. Slow down." The stall owner said cheerfully, then turned his head and said with a stern face, "Little girl, you really don't give me any face."

"Fried eggs, fried eggs, a specialty of District 9."

"Fried eggs, fried eggs, a specialty of District 9."

A loudspeaker was playing mechanical language.

The process of repeating the cycle twice is like passing by a street vendor who collects used washing machines and televisions.

Megumi Amamiya peered out curiously.

This is a newly opened stall, converted from an old tricycle. Oil is brushed on the iron plate in front of it, and neatly arranged kneaded dough is placed next to it.

A plate of eggs was packaged in simple plastic, next to which were various condiments: seaweed, pork floss, shredded potatoes, and next to that, boxes of chicken strips, fish tofu, beef skewers, bacon, and takoyaki.

The stall owner was a young man with messy, slightly curly hair and a small mustache.

Standing behind the car, he wore a sullen smile.

The child next to him, however, had bright, sparkling eyes, as if his entire being was contained within the flawless glass bead, curiously observing the passersby.

"Fried egg. Fried egg."

The stall owner smiled, pointed to his griddle, and then to the meat.

His pronunciation was awkward and difficult to understand, and it took Amamiya Megumi a long time to realize what he was saying.

A stranger from another region?

"Excuse me, how much is one serving?"

The stall owner frowned upon hearing this and pointed to the sign next to him:

"Fried eggs, fried eggs, a specialty of District 9."

Below is the unit price of various ingredients; you have to calculate the total price yourself.

Hmph, if I weren't familiar with two-digit addition and subtraction and wasn't a genius first-year student, this level of calculation would deter many customers of the same grade.

"Uncle, I'd like chicken strips and pork floss." She specifically pointed to the ingredients she wanted.

"okay."

The man lit the fire, grabbed a lump of dough, and kneaded it into a sheet with both hands, his palms flashing and turning, without even needing a rolling pin.

Brush oil on the plate, crack an egg, pick up the golden-red chicken strips, and set them aside sizzling with oil.

The children nearby weren't idle either; they helped to crumble the lettuce, add some meat floss, and quickly put it on while the pancake was still slightly crispy.

The man took the opportunity to take out a brush, quickly brushed on the sauce, the red sauce steaming hot, rolled up the golden dough, wrapped the chicken strips, pork floss and tender lettuce, put it into the prepared paper bag, and was done.

Megumi Amamiya's big eyes instantly sparkled! Her mouth involuntarily opened wide, and glistening drool dripped from it.

He snatched it and bit it.

The overflowing aroma of meat made the little girl purse her lips in bliss, her soft, wavy lips trembling as she squinted her eyes in ecstasy, remaining silent for a long time.

"Cough cough."

The man looked embarrassed and tapped the price list.

The little girl tilted her head and looked at him, then took another bite.

“Money!”

The man's face contorted in discomfort before he finally managed to utter a single word.

Amamiya Megumi puffed out her cheeks, tilted her head to the side, her little braids swaying, and then took another big bite.

The man's face darkened, and he slapped his forehead, saying angrily in Mandarin, "Fine, I've run into a freeloader."

"But Brother Xun, she's so cute."

"Can being cute put food on the table?"

The man glared at him and muttered, "Bean, women are all vixens, you can't trust them."

"But Sister Qin and Sister Lan are really nice people."

"Shut up." The man pinched Douzi's cheeks with his thumb and forefinger.

"Xiao Hui! You're here."

Another girl's baby voice then rang out.

"Yingzi, you're here! This place is delicious!" Amamiya Megumi's two small hands were barely enough to hold the pancake, her voice was muffled, and her braids bounced up and down.

"This is your homework."

Megumi Amamiya shook her head.

"This is your reward."

Yingzi's little hand clenched a roll of money.

Amamiya Megumi pouted and pointed at the stall.

The man was overjoyed.

At Yingzi's instruction, the little boy turned around and asked, "How much?"

The man looked worried and gestured with his fingers to indicate eleven.

"Thank you, thank you," the child next to him said with a grin.

Amamiya Megumi was relieved; they could still speak a little Japanese.

"Uncle, you'll suffer if you don't speak the language of peace. Luckily, I'm a righteous girl, otherwise you would be in trouble if someone acted like a scoundrel."

The little girl said a sentence and took a bite, her words mumbled.

The man blinked, turned to the child beside him, and asked, "Douzi, what nonsense is she spouting?"

"Brother Xun, I don't understand either. I only understand things like 'uncle,' 'Japanese,' and 'righteous girl.'"

Douzi scratched his head and grinned sheepishly.

"What! Uncle? What kind of eyesight does this little washboard have?" The man's eyes widened.

Although Amamiya Megumi couldn't understand their conversation, the uncle was shouting loudly and had an unfriendly expression, so he was clearly not saying anything polite.

"What, do you have a problem with my nickname 'the girl of justice'?"

Megumi Amamiya clenched the pancake in her hand and pinched out a strip of oil.

"What did she say again?" Yan Wuxun looked at Douzi.

“‘Opinion,’ is that the word? I don’t quite understand it either.” Douzi pondered for a moment.

"Opinion? Hmph, of course I have an opinion! I'm only twenty-three, it's so impolite of this kid to call me 'uncle'!"

Thus, with Yan Wuxun's instruction, Douzi Town, a place of great importance, nodded to the little girl from Yugong.

The little girl's two braids immediately stood up.

"Oh?"

She sized up the two men. The man had a furrowed brow, shifty eyes, and an unfriendly expression.

The little boy seemed more normal; perhaps he was a child laborer.

It turned out to be the case.

Having watched her father's works for many years, she had a deep understanding of them, and her intuition told her the conclusion.

I've encountered bad people.

She and the man faced off from a distance.

Yan Wuxun's left eyebrow twitched and slowly rose, accepting the little girl's challenge.

Amamiya Megumi stared at him for a long time, then ate the pancake in big bites. Without wiping her mouth, she called to Eiko, turned around, picked up the paper bag, and left.

The two small figures walked toward the trash can.

She went to throw away the trash.

Old Yan and Douzi are here! Hope you like them!

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