"I'm bloody? Ha ha... "Xiao Chunlan's shrill voice resounded through half the street," then tell me, where is our old Dong's tricycle now? "
Ye Hongyi was stunned. He remembered that he came back too late yesterday. He buried himself in the kitchen again in the morning, but he forgot to talk about tricycle with old Dong.
But this Xiao Chunlan does not ask the reason, then pours in the door of her own shop, is simply a crazy woman!
"What's the matter? Our chef has nothing to say? Return the car
Xiao Chunlan saw Night Hong was stunned, thinking that he was stabbed to break the scandal, and his face flashed with pride.
Although Dong didn't say anything, he didn't look very good.
"Uncle Dong, do you think so?"
Old Dong deeply sighed: "ah Hong, it's not cheap. A broken car is not worth much money.
It's just that the old guy has been with Uncle Dong for so many years. Don't make fun of Uncle Dong and come back quickly. "
After all, they all thought they didn't return the car.
But the car has been completely scrapped, abandoned in the southern suburbs wasteland, Yehong even if he wants to return it.
Ye Hong shook his head in silence: "Uncle Dong, I can't return the old car to you. I'm really sorry.
But I can buy you a new one. "
"New?" Xiao Chunlan sneered, "do you know how much a new tricycle costs now? Can you afford to pay as a poor student?!
Don't think you've made a fortune by selling a few stinky noodles.
I don't think you want to pay it back. Just write us a bad check
"Xiao Chunlan, don't go too far!" An Xiaoying couldn't bear his violent temper, and immediately rebuked her with a cross waist: "don't be a thief. My ah Hong is aboveboard. How can you like your broken car?"
Ye Xiao's face was iron green: "Lao Dong, we parents will naturally compensate a Hong for a new car. You can rest assured."
"That's not what I mean... Alas!" The old man looked tangled and sighed heavily.
But night Hong found the scene, some not quite right.
"I didn't expect that this man was so young that he did something furtive."
"It's said that he is the chef of this beef noodle? I'm a little worried about the noodles made by this kind of chef... "
" brother, you can queue up by yourself, I'll go first. "
At night Hong frowns tightly, the entrance of snack street, slowly driving to a team of motorcades.
Two black galloping cars in front of and behind the road, escorting a silver pony in the middle.
People in line gave way to the motorcade and looked at them with envious eyes.
"The black car is Benchi. It's a new model this year. It's worth millions of dollars."
"Look at that silver pony. The license plate number is Jiang a8888!"
"Isn't this license plate number the boss of CAI's group? I think I saw someone say it in my circle of friends
"Where are they going?"
Just when people thought the motorcade would go directly through the snack street, the five luxury cars stopped at the gate of the snack bar.
Four black pool, gushing out of a few cold faced suit man.
They quickly came to the silver car, opened the door for the people in the car and held up the sunshade for them.
As soon as the door opened, a little girl in a flowery skirt jumped down.
When she saw Yehong standing on the steps, she suddenly showed a bright smile, jumped and fell in the arms of Yehong.
"Cluck, big brother, we've met again ~"