Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Done.

Guan Li didn't give anyone a chance to interrupt and quickly pulled a cell phone out of her bag.

The screen lit up, and the camera was pointed at Bai Li.

"Does anyone in my family understand?"

The voice just fell.

Without uttering a single wasted word, Bai Li snatched the phone and slammed it heavily to the ground.

"Snap!"

The phone screen was shattered into pieces on the concrete floor.

Bai Li raised his leather shoe again, stomped hard on the remains of the phone, and even rolled it twice.

At this moment, Bai Li's usual refined demeanor vanished completely.

He stared directly at Guan Li, his eyes filled with a reckless, insane rage:

"You two dead pigs' mothers! You dare to film me?!"

Do you know who I am?

"Believe it or not, I could tie your breasts to five horses, and even then, all they'd think is that your milk doesn't hold together well?"

The combined physical and magical attacks completely broke the defenses of the two Snorlax.

They both became extremely popular.

Guan Li stared at the broken phone on the ground, her lips trembling, and she pointed at Bai Li, stammering:

"You...you're just relying on Xie Lingmo, aren't you?"

She raised her voice, trying to regain some ground:

"Without her, you are nothing!"

Xie Lingmo was still on the verge of a relapse. She reached out with difficulty, trying to grab Bai Li's arm.

She wanted to tell him: "I'm on your side."

Seeing this, Bai Li quickly went to Xie Lingmo's side and took her hand to comfort her.

Guan Bei realized that she wouldn't gain any advantage by confronting him head-on; this man was a madman who could strike at any moment.

She quickly reached out and tugged at Guan Li's sleeve.

"Let's use that move."

Guan Li understood immediately:

"good!"

Guan Bei took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the video recording function, and held it high.

As soon as the camera is on, the two immediately switch modes.

"We're here to report this!"

"Boss! Old Zhao! Come out quickly, someone's causing trouble in the store!"

Guan Li and Guan Bei didn't care about the stares of those around them at all, and even raised their voices higher.

"My sister and I came to this noodle shop yesterday to support their business. Guess what?"

Guan Bei rolled her eyes dramatically at the camera:

"The boss actually refused to sell! He actually won't sell to us!"

Guan Li followed suit and began to set the pace:

She stretched out her chubby fingers, and the camera focused on the other diners sitting on small plastic stools.

"Look at this environment, and look at the people eating inside."

......

Just as they were frantically fabricating charges, the plastic curtain at the back of the kitchen was lifted.

The boss, Lao Zhao, came out.

He was a man in his forties from Northwest China, with rough, dark skin, a towel draped around his neck, and his hands still covered in unwashed flour.

Upon seeing Guan Li and Guan Bei, Old Zhao's originally honest brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"Why is it the two of you again?"

Old Zhao sighed, his voice revealing a sense of helplessness honed by life's hardships:

"You came to the shop yesterday and ordered two bowls of noodles."

"But you also said that you wouldn't eat it, you'd only use it for taking pictures."

Old Zhao wiped the sweat from his face with the towel draped over his shoulder.

"Even though I run a shop to make money, wasting food is absolutely unacceptable to me!"

"Therefore, I will not sell it to you."

Once these words were spoken, the truth came to light.

The surrounding diners began to criticize the situation.

"Isn't this such a waste?"

"Exactly, it's not easy for farmers to grow wheat!"

"I don't care!" Guan Li stomped her foot, making the floor tremble slightly.

"That's just an excuse! Making up so many reasons not to sell to us means you have a problem with us!"

"The more you explain, the more it shows you're guilty! I'm going to report you all!!"

in the corner.

A young man of about seventeen or eighteen, with tanned skin, put down his bowl of noodles.

He had probably only been working away from home for a short time, following in the footsteps of the village elders.

The young man stood up awkwardly, looking somewhat fearfully at the constantly scanning phone camera.

"Are we... are we going to be reported too?"