I open a shop in Qixia Town

Chapter 643: The Old Naughty Boy Zhou Botong

"puff--"

Zhou Botong, who was pulled out of the water, sprayed a mouthful of sea water at Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong swept all the sea water onto the ground with a flick of his hand.

"If you keep messing around, I'll close the indoor fishing pond!"

Zhou Botong got anxious and said, "No, no, no, I won't dare to do that again. As long as you don't take it away, I will listen to you no matter what you say. Even if you ask me to call you dad, I will do that."

"Come on, I don't have a son as old as you."

Hong Qigong was speechless.

If he had such a son, he would vomit blood.

Zhou Botong's eyes turned and he laughed, "If you pass this indoor fishing pond to me, what's wrong with me calling you grandpa?"

Hong Qigong sneered, "You are ugly, but you think beautifully. I tell you, even if you call me ancestor, I won't give it to you!"

"If you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me. Why are you yelling so loudly? You stingy guy, what's so great about that?"

Zhou Botong squatted down depressed.

Huang Rong, who had been squatting in the indoor fishing pond studying it for a while, asked, "Uncle Hong, is this really connected to the sea?"

"Of course it's real, more real than pearls."

Hong Qigong nodded.

Huang Rong chuckled and was amused by Hong Qigong's words.

The stupid Guo Jing scooped up a handful of sea water and took a sip.

"Ahem. It's so salty! Rong'er, this is definitely sea water!"

"Brother Jing, wipe your mouth."

Seeing Guo Jing's miserable appearance, Huang Rong chuckled and took out a handkerchief from her bosom.

Guo Jing took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth with a silly smile.

"Rong'er, thank you."

"You're still saying thank you to me?"

Seeing the atmosphere gradually heating up and the two of them showing affection to each other, Hong Qigong blinked his eyes.

What was that phrase that Boss Lin said? Oh, eating dog food!

Am I eating dog food?

Zhou Botong, who sneaked over to play in the water, muttered, "You pull me and I pull yours, you two are not ashamed, there are people here."

Huang Rong looked embarrassed after hearing this and glared at Zhou Botong fiercely.

Guo Jing scratched his head embarrassedly.

Zhou Botong was not afraid of Huang Rong at all, and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you going to eat people?"

"Eating people. Of course not. But eating fish is fine."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes, looked at Hong Qigong, and asked sweetly, "Uncle Hong, how about I use this fish to make a few dishes to honor you?"

"casual."

Hong Qigong looked indifferent.

In his mind, a "young lady" like Huang Rong would probably only cook average meals.

Huang Rong struggled to pull the tuna.

"Rong'er, let me help you."

Guo Jing happily ran to help.

Hong Qigong continued to fish leisurely.

Zhou Botong watched from the side.

After just a few minutes, Zhou Botong kept moving as if he had bugs on his body.

Hong Qigong also glanced at him.

"What are you doing? Do you have hemorrhoids?"

"You are the one suffering from hemorrhoids. I've been waiting for so long and I'm so anxious because you haven't caught a single fish yet!"

Zhou Botong scratched his ears and cheeks.

"Do you know how to fish, old man? If not, let me do it."

Hong Qigong shouted, "Go away! Do you know that a fishing rod is the life of the fisherman? How can I, an old beggar, give my life to others so easily?"

"Humph! If you don't want to lend it to me, then don't lend it to me. I'll make one myself!"

Zhou Botong ran away in anger.

Hong Qigong laughed.

Finally it's clean.
As a result, Zhou Botong ran back after a while.

He came to Hong Qigong and threw a stone tied to a wooden stick into the indoor fishing pond.

Hong Qigong, who saw the whole scene, turned green in the face.

He had never seen anyone fishing with stones. He was simply out of his mind.

Zhou Botong even glanced at Hong Qigong complacently, as if to say, "This is what I did."

Hong Qigong was too lazy to pay attention to him and simply closed his eyes, hoping that if he couldn't see it, he wouldn't be bothered.

Seeing this, Zhou Botong followed suit and closed his eyes.

Just after a while, a series of snoring sounds entered Hong Qigong's ears.

"Hmm? The weather doesn't seem like it's going to rain, so why is there thunder? Could it be a dry thunder?"

Hong Qigong opened his eyes in confusion and almost laughed out of anger.

My goodness, the old naughty boy actually fell asleep!
"Hum~Huh. Hum~Huh."

Zhou Botong's snoring became louder and louder.

The disturbed Hong Qigong couldn't catch any fish at all. He stood up suddenly and glared at Zhou Botong who was sleeping soundly.

I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore!

then!

Hong Qigong put away the indoor fishing pond and fishing rod and stopped fishing!
He sleeps too.

"Let's see who snores the loudest!"

Hong Qigong found a comfortable place and lay down.

As a beggar, Hong Qigong had long been accustomed to using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a mat, so he fell asleep quickly.

The two of them were snoring loudly, and as if they had agreed, they each started playing music.

...

It was not until Huang Rong and Guo Jing came with a few mute servants, carrying dishes, that the aroma woke the two of them up.

"Hmm~ Baji, Baji, it smells so good!"

Zhou Botong, who was sleeping while sitting, rolled over, got up from the ground and took a deep breath.

Hong Qigong also woke up from his sleep and smacked his lips at the fragrance.

Huang Rong smiled and said, "Uncle Hong, come and have dinner!"

Hong Qigong rubbed his hands and came to a pile of delicacies, and asked in surprise: "Are these dishes made from my fish?"

Huang Rong raised her pretty face proudly and said, "I didn't waste any part of the fish. I made it into 18 different dishes! Uncle Hong, please try it and see how it tastes."

“good good”

Zhou Botong came closer and stretched out his claws to grab it.

"Hey, you can't eat it."

Huang Rong grabbed Zhou Botong's claws.

Zhou Botong frowned and asked, "Why?"

Huang Rong asked back, "Uncle Hong caught the fish, Brother Jing moved it, and I did it. What did you do?"

Hong Qigong, who was watching the fun, deliberately said, "Mm, delicious, delicious. The fish is smooth and tender, it's simply a delicacy!"

"You and I. I want to eat, what can you do to me?"

Zhou Botong pulled up his beard anxiously.

"If you insist on eating, I can't stop you, but your reputation as an old naughty boy will be ruined in the future."

Huang Rong folded her arms.

Zhou Botong said nonchalantly: "So what?"

Huang Rong said, "Once your reputation is ruined, no one will want to play with you anymore."

Zhou Botong paused and his expression became conflicted.

Guo Jing advised, "Rong'er, just let Brother Zhou eat, don't make things difficult for him."

Zhou Botong looked at Huang Rong with hope.

"The fish isn't mine. I have no right to tell anyone to eat it or not."

After saying this, Huang Rong shrugged.

When Zhou Botong heard this, he couldn't help but cast his gaze towards Hong Qigong who was eating and drinking recklessly.

"Eat, eat, there's so much that I can't finish it all by myself, let's eat together."

Hong Qigong waved his greasy hands.

Zhou Botong cheered, grabbed a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mmm, delicious, delicious..."

"Rong'er, you've worked hard to cook so many dishes. Come, have some fish."

Guo Jing smiled, then picked up a piece of fish and gave it to Huang Rong.

"Brother Jing, you eat too."

Huang Rong felt warm in her heart, and she picked up a piece of fish and gave it to Guo Jing with affection.

"You two are really weird. Everyone has hands. If you want to eat, just get it yourself. You help me and I help you."

Zhou Botong shook his head.

The originally charming and ambiguous atmosphere was completely destroyed by him.

Huang Rong glared at him angrily.

"I can't even shut your mouth when I eat!"

Zhou Botong made faces at Huang Rong, which made Huang Rong very angry.

She would find a chance to teach this old naughty boy a lesson.

……

(End of this chapter)