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Chapter 31 Finishing up for the beauty of London (Part [-])
"Until a month ago, I suddenly learned that Robert was coming to work in Hong Kong. I was surprised, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy. What does the London beauty look like now?"

Song Huanxi stared at the newspaper seriously, as if there was really such an article "London Beauty" in the Mingbao in her hand.

"I was restless at home, so I arrived at the airport an hour early, and the flight finally arrived."

"Robert was walking in front. When he saw me, he immediately ran over and hugged me. It's a pity that this guy is so tall. I tried to tiptoe, but I couldn't see behind him!"

Song Huanxi's speech was vivid and vivid, and the picture was really interesting, and there was a burst of laughter in the noodle shop.

"Robert finally let go of me, he took me in his arms and turned around, I finally saw Winnie walking towards us with the child in his arms!"

"God, she's as beautiful as I remember!"

"No, to be precise, she is even more beautiful!"

"If she used to be a flower blooming on the branch, attracting people to stop, but now she is the fruit of the flower, which is coveted."

"Beauty is indescribable."

"It's just that after she greeted me with a smile on her face, she didn't look at me again. In her eyes full of love, there were only Robert and little Robert!"

"Yes, that child was named Robert Jr. by Robert."

"This is also the habit of the British people. If they think the names of their ancestors are easy to use, they will continue to use them. For example, the name Henry, the king of England, was used by the eighth king, and George was also used by the sixth king."

The old customers of Chi Kee Noodle House always have a heated discussion when they hear about the exotic customs of different localities.

Brother Asheng laughed and said, "My old man's name is Cai Agou. According to this statement, wouldn't I want to be called Cai Ergou and my son be called Cai Sangou?"

Everyone laughed, Ah Shuibo teased: "At first I thought that the name Ah Sheng was ordinary, but in comparison, it is really a good name!"

Everyone laughed again, and the noodle shop was very happy.

Song Huanxi coughed, and the regular customers quieted down. They all had smiles on their faces, apparently in a good mood.

"Robert lifted little Robert and put him on his neck. The little boy giggled and messed up Robert's light blonde hair."

"I looked at Robert Jr.'s red hair, and then at Winnie, who was standing next to the father and son with a smile on her face, and sighed softly, knowing that this was the best ending."

Song Huanxi put down the newspaper and declared crisply: "Read it!"

The diners woke up like a dream, and Ah Shuibo nodded repeatedly: "This is good! This is called a prodigal son. The old man likes the story he made up!"

Brother Asheng also nodded vigorously: "Huan, you can have more short stories like this in the future, and you can go to sleep with peace of mind after listening to them! Otherwise, you will always be thinking about the next plot!"

"Okay." Song Huanxi nodded obediently. She knows the prodigal son himself, can she remind him appropriately?

The regular customers started a new round of hot discussion. This time, the topic of their hot discussion was, who is more beautiful, Little Dragon Girl or Winnie?

Song Huanxi noticed that Lu Xingbang made a sign to check out, and she walked over immediately, "Buy five yuan."

Lu Xingbang paused the hand that took out the money, and raised his sword eyebrows, implying: "Didn't you say that I added more money?"

Song Huanxi responded with a smile: "Mr. Lu thinks the price of coffee is high? This is a benefit I fought for from the boss. Adding sugar and milk, isn't it much better?"

Diners find the food expensive, partly because of the high price tag and, more importantly, because the food itself is unpalatable.

Expensive and unpalatable, this is the real reason why most people can't stand it.

Lu Xingbang nodded: "It's really easy to say, so let's just rush like this in the future."

After paying the bill and sending Mr. Lu away, Song Huanxi breathed a sigh of relief: Mr. Lu is approachable, but standing beside him, there is always an inexplicable pressure that makes it difficult to speak normally.

After nine o'clock, the regular customers gradually dispersed, and the noodle shop began to close.

Song Huanxi tidied up his hands and feet quickly, and turned to Uncle Chi: "Boss, did you charge too much today?"

Uncle Chi jumped up. He built a noodle stall on a mobile tricycle, and now the two noodle stalls are booming, all because of his honesty!
The signature fresh shrimp wanton noodles are a bit expensive, but the ingredients he uses are fresh and solid, and I can guarantee a genuine one!
Song Huanxi blurted out that he overcharged, obviously trying to smash his brand!

It was clearly to kill him!
"Nonsense! Which one has a higher price! Don't talk nonsense, you little girl!"

Song Huanxi reminded him: "Coffee drinker, did you charge five yuan?"

When it came to washing pot water, Uncle Chi felt a little guilty, he made a haha, and muttered, "Well, isn't that the price you have been charging all the time!"

Song Huanxi calculated for him: "You spent less than 50 yuan to buy this can of coffee?"

"Sold to Mr. Lu, there are almost ten cups, right?"

"The remaining half of the can can still be soaked in ten or twenty cups."

"Even if it's two yuan a cup, you still have something to earn!"

Song Huanxi stretched out his hand, with a calm expression on his face: "School Chen's coffee money, give me three yuan back!"

All jokes aside, Song Huanxi was clear in her heart: When she was in trouble, it was Chen Qi'an who gave her money. If there was no Chen Qi'an's 100 yuan, she would have to worry about how to get through these three months now!

She had no second manuscript to sell!
She doesn't care about Lu Xingbang's wasted money, but Xiao Chen's hard-earned money must be returned!

Boss Chi's face darkened: "No way!"

He raised his right hand and waved: "If you have nothing to do, go home early. Here, this is your wages for today. Three hours, three yuan, and milk and fine sugar are fifty cents. This is two yuan and fifty, take it!"

Song Huanxi didn't move, and said softly, "Uncle Chi, do you know the name of the man above Brother Scar?"

Boss Chi glanced at her suspiciously. Of course he knew that the big circle is booming. The young people from the other side of the sea are ruthless and dark, and the monthly rents of the surrounding shops have all gone up!

But he said: "Brother Xing, who doesn't know that the kung fu on the fist is the most powerful."

Song Huanxi lowered his eyes: "Then do you know why your monthly payment has suddenly increased?"

Intentionally or not, she looked at the coffee cup in Boss Chi's hand.

Boss Chi looked at Song Huanxi in a daze, followed Song Huanxi's gaze to look at the coffee cup, recalled the two questions Song Huanxi asked, and suddenly realized that his old face turned pale with fright: "You, you mean— —”

"The young man who orders coffee every day—"

Song Huanxi raised his index finger and made a silent movement.

Boss Chi seemed to be mourning, trembling his fingers, untied his purse, and counted and counted from it. He just paid the monthly payment yesterday, and if he gave another 50 yuan today, it would not be enough for flour tomorrow.

Song Huanxi reminded him: "Uncle Chi, all I want is the three yuan you overcharged from another customer today, as for that regular customer—"

"Didn't you mention your monthly money?"

People have already used their own methods to take back the overpaid coffee money!

(End of this chapter)