Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 328 The fight among princes has always been like this!
Ziliu~
The vermicelli slid into their mouths along the chopsticks. The hot taste made the old couple breathe out repeatedly. After the temperature in their mouths dropped a little, they gently bit it.

The rice noodles are smooth, soft and glutinous with a hint of toughness, and the bone flavor is particularly fresh and rich.

The moment the crisp whistle enters the mouth.

The wrinkles at the corners of Zhao Fengju's eyes suddenly smoothed out, and the age spots on Lao Xiong's face also glowed.

This taste doesn't taste like pork, it's clearly gold nuggets!

The crispy shell is wrapped with the juicy aroma of meat, and the salty aroma is mixed with a hint of intoxication from sweet wine. Chewing it feels like setting off fireworks layer by layer in your mouth, and it smells so good that it makes your scalp numb.

Only took two bites.

Zhao Fengju suddenly put down her chopsticks, stood up, got a bowl from the kitchen, and picked up a little bit of noodles.

Then she pushed the big portion in front of her man.

"Old man, I can't finish it. I can only eat this little bit. You can eat the rest."

Old Bear frowned when he heard this.

He knew his wife's appetite. It wasn't that she couldn't finish the meal, but that she wanted to eat more.

What a good woman! She was willing to give herself this delicious food that was so delicious that it would make your soul leave your body.

Marrying her was my good fortune.

"Suck~"

The old couple sat quietly on either side of the dining table, taking turns to eat, and the food they ate was both delicious and blissful.

From the time they got married, the two of them had never made any grand vows like vows of eternal love or till the rocks run dry.

All they have is an ordinary life, living together peacefully and steadily.

When we were young, we rode bikes together to watch the sunset.

When we are old, we will hold your hand and watch the sunset together.

When the weather is fine, pick a small flower for her to wear on her head.

When it snowed, she brushed off the snow for him and served him hot soup.

Isn't life just like this, plain and simple, with thunder heard in the silence.

"Fengju, is it delicious?"

"Um……"

"From now on, I will ask Lao Zhou to take care of us every day."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

……

the other side.

"mom--"

It was nap time. The fat boy sat cross-legged on the bed and suddenly started howling.

"I still have to go to the funeral home!"

The woman's eyebrows jumped, and she picked up the feather duster and knocked it against the corner of the table.

"What are you talking about? Didn't you just come back from the funeral home?"

"I'm telling you, this is the Hades' Palace! You can only go there when a relative dies. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up!"

"Woooooooo..."

The little fat boy hugged the pillow and arched into the corner of the bed, with snot bubbles bursting at the corners of his mouth.

"We have so many relatives, can't we..."

Before he could finish his words, his mother finally used the long-lost Iron Sand Palm.

The slaps were dancing wildly on the buttocks, and the little fat boy was sobbing and hiccuping.

Woohoo…I still want to eat crispy noodles!
At his age, can he give up after being beaten?

But this is the time when we become more courageous after setbacks.

More than ten minutes later.

The little fat boy tiptoed into the baby's room, took out his hidden lollipop and dangled it in front of his brother's nose.

"Brother, be obedient and I will take you to a good place."

The two-year-old boy was sucking his fingers and drooling.

"Brother Sugar"

"Yes! Tangtang, let's go take a ride!"

The little fat boy carried his brother and stuffed him into the stroller.

He pulled up the white shawl to wrap his brother up, then fished out the white mourning sash he had taken from the funeral and tied it around the front of the car.

"Little body transporter, big hair!" Xiaopang's house is very close to the funeral home. Just cross an alley and walk straight for about a hundred or eighty meters to get there.

After a while, he came to the door of the security room panting.

Without even bothering to wipe the sweat off his forehead, a loud child's voice rang out.

"Grandpa Security! I'm sending someone here for cremation!"

The little fat boy stretched his neck and shouted at the old security guard.

"Look how juicy my brother is! Absolutely fresh! I just wonder how many bowls of noodles he can get in exchange?"

As he spoke, he happily pinched his brother's face into bun-shaped wrinkles.

"Three bowls, five bowls of crispy noodles wouldn't be too much, right?"

The old security guard came out of the security room upon hearing this and spat out a mouthful of tea three meters away in fright.

Oh my goodness!!!
Are kids so wild nowadays?
Back then, people of their generation would at most sneak into cemeteries to dig up dead bones, so why is it so popular now to directly harm one's own brother?

"Kid, what are you...what are you doing?! Nonsense! Nonsense! Where are your parents? Tell the security guard where your home is, and I'll take you home..."

The old security guard was really anxious and was about to call 110 while grabbing the child.

The fat little boy's arms were pulled so hard that he felt pain, so he just sat down on the ground and started howling.

"Wow, I won't go back. I want to eat noodles! What's wrong with letting my brother lie on the board in exchange for noodles? The eldest grandfather can lie down, the second grandfather can lie down, so why can't the child lie down?"

The fight for the crown prince has always been like this.

The little fat boy spoke with confidence.

While crying, she opened the storage bag of the stroller, revealing an unopened bag of Wangzai steamed buns.

"Wuwuwu...Grandpa Security, please let my brother in. I brought all the funeral supplies!"

Good guy!
The old security guard called them some good guys!

Are all kids like this now? Not only are they exchanging living people for meal tickets, but they also have to deal with all sorts of things.

His eyes went dark and he almost fell down while holding onto the door frame.

"Hey little brat, please stop making trouble. If you make trouble again, the security guard will probably have to lie in jail."

The little fat boy refused and cried loudly.

The baby in the stroller also cried loudly, and I wonder if he understood this inhumane transaction.

As they were arguing, a woman's death roar came from an electric bike in the distance.

"Wang-Xiao-Pang! You little bastard! I'm going to beat you to death today! Who told you to secretly push your brother to the funeral home? Why didn't you bring your father here too?"

The little fat boy's eyes lit up and he was delighted.

"Ah? Mom, is it really possible? Will I get more powder if I roast an adult?"

"Can??? Can you fucking screw your mother!"

The man who came running over upon hearing the noise instantly pulled out his belt in the street.

clap clap clap!
The belt hit the chubby little boy's butt, causing sparks to fly.

Treason! Treason!

How could he show mercy to such a fellow?
He is so rebellious at such a young age. When he grows up, I will definitely pull out his oxygen tank...

Beat him into submission. Today, he must be beaten into submission.

……

at the same time.

Faced with the out-of-control army of noodle slurpers, the funeral home issued a statement on the spot after the meeting and launched a powerful attack.

The museum said that in order to thank the citizens for their recognition, it has now urgently introduced a plan.

"We have launched online mourning and a lottery system for rice noodles at 8pm. We will limit the supply of 50 bowls of rice noodles per day to allow non-family members who have never eaten it to try it for free."

Of course.

People from other places make the most noise, and for the sake of cultural and tourism development and harmony among cities, they have a greater chance of making a successful reservation.

As soon as the news came out.

Some people are happy that someone is worried.

"Ahhh? Who can eat only fifty bowls? What's more, there are outsiders coming to grab them!"

"Locals: Damn, we are strangers in our hometown."

"Damn it! As expected, I was picked up."

"This is too bad. It feels so bad to be stabbed. Are you asking us not to eat rice noodles? Uncle can tolerate it, but aunt can't!!!"

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(End of this chapter)