President of Ruthless Soldier Wang Qiao

Ye Mo also looked at the two girls who were looking at each other like quails and said: "Look, you can't talk, you pissed off auntie, we don't have anyone to cook breakfast, do you know how to cook breakfast?"

The two girls shook their heads aggrievedly, Ye Mo was also amused by the scene, and then smiled and said: "Okay, let's all wash up, today I will take you to taste the most authentic Chinese breakfast."

When he came back last night, Ye Mo noticed a breakfast shop. Although that place was closed, the signboard said Song Ji Breakfast Shop. The middle part was written in Chinese, and the lower line of small characters corresponded to English, that is, this advertisement The card instantly aroused Ye Mo's interest.

As for the large steel-carbon railway at the entrance of the store, it is probably used to fry fried dough sticks. It looks very Chinese. Fortunately, the place is not far from here, and it can be walked there.

Ye Mo himself doesn't care, but the meaning of letting these two girls have a bite of the most traditional Chinese breakfast is different.

It was the first time for the two girls to go out on foot, looking at the outside world with a little fear, holding Ye Mo's arms on one side and blinking their eyes, curiously looking at the novel world outside.

As for the passers-by on the road, they also subconsciously looked at this place twice, always feeling that the three brothers and sisters gave people a good feeling when they looked at it.

After a while, he came to the breakfast shop, Ye Mo took out a cigarette and threw it to the busy shop owner.

The boss is a 42-year-old middle-aged man with a Chinese character face. His face is full of wind and frost, and the calluses on his hands have cracked, a typical pair of working people's hands.

Although he was sweating from the busy morning, the owner of the shop enjoyed it with a happy face. If he were Xiaobai, he might still feel the beauty of America, but Ye Mo knew that places like the United States are not as glamorous as they appear on the surface. Human life is actually quite difficult.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the diners left immediately, and the two maids also ran to the left and right to hide behind Ye Mo.

To tell you the truth, every time breakfast is sold out, I look at the porridge and leftover buns in the slop bucket, which is almost full, and I feel a little distressed. If it was a few decades ago, a bowl of porridge and a bun would be A life! "

Although the owner of this shop is self-sufficient, it is undoubtedly a low-end place compared to places like KFC. The profit after a full day of work may not be as much as that earned by others in half an hour. Most of the people who come here to consume come from the bottom of the society.

One of the guys opened the drawer, poured the odd notes and coins inside into a cloth bag, and walked out. The proprietress in the room rushed out and wanted to grab him, but she was knocked to the ground by her kick.

Greeted the wife in the shop and fried a topping, the shop owner then Ye Mo chatted enthusiastically, the boss's surname is Zhu, he has been living here for more than 20 years, he suffered a lot in the early years, and his right hand is missing The little finger was cut off by local hooligans when he first arrived.

As for the other people who followed, they either wore a nose ring on their noses or had a lot of piercings in their ears. They looked like standard American street hooligans, and they were no different from those bastards in China who collected protection money.

The leader with a shaved head yelled at Boss Zhu cursingly. Boss Zhu's face turned ugly, but no matter how much he tried to persuade him, he didn't buy it, and went straight to his shop with a stick and beat him up.

Seeing Ye Mo being so easy-going, the boss unexpectedly started talking enthusiastically, and the work in hand was indeed not left behind. After a while, three cages of steamed buns were placed on the table with three vinegar saucers.

Boss Zhu couldn't help but sigh when he talked about these things. He didn't feel any emotion when he saw the walking dead every day, but he knew that Ye Mo just came to the United States from China for business two days ago. In his eyes, this is his relative from the motherland!

For other young people, perhaps not interested in the history that is not recorded in these textbooks, Ye Mo followed up the conversation without saying a word. Although he didn't say much, Ye Mo almost saw the precariousness of Boss Zhu for more than 40 years.

The Chinese at the bottom of that era said it hard to say that their life was not as good as that of animals, and their human rights were not guaranteed. It stands to reason that the more they are like this, the more they should be united with each other. But I have to say that integrity does not exist for many people. .

Although there are quite a few people with black hair and yellow skin here, many people have already forgotten who their ancestors are. I learned from Boss Zhu that they are often harassed by local hooligans, which is ironic. Yes, the most violent bullying and smashing are often the compatriots with whom blood is thicker than water.

At this moment, the people who came to eat were homeless people and some unsatisfactory bottom of the society. Even if something happened, there might not be someone to deal with it after calling the police, which is why the other party was confident.

Ye Mo smiled and said, "Aren't all Chinese people with black hair and yellow skin?"

The car itself was so tattered that it didn't hurt to hit a little bit of a hole, but the tables were smashed a lot, and the dishes on them that hadn't had time to clean up fell all over the floor, and there was a scream from around, and the two girls Also quite frightened.

Unknowingly, more than 20 years have passed, and the next generation has become different social classes. To put it mildly, they are the rich and the poor, and to put it bluntly, they are the objects of exploitation and being exploited.

Some of the group of people who came back then stepped on the bones of their compatriots to rise to power, and some are still struggling to make a living at the bottom of society, such as the boss Zhu in front of him.

The car door opened, and a young man with a shaved head came out. He was a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes. He was 1.8 meters away. With a bat tattoo on his head, he was not a serious person.

Especially when they had breakfast, they brought their two younger sisters to the breakfast shop. The pancakes and fritters were delicious earlier than those in star-rated hotels, and their favorability towards Ye Mo also increased!

"Master, three steamed buns, three deep-fried dough sticks, eight-treasure porridge, two spicy soups, one tea egg per person, and a bowl of shredded pork noodles for me." Ye Mo said.

These people came over cursing as soon as they got out of the car, kicked the seats and benches, and even kicked the big railway down, rolling the iron pot and steamer on the ground, and the soup and water were sandwiched between them. A large cloud of water vapor rose from the fiery steel carbon, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

The boss also said with emotion: "Yes, food cannot be wasted, every grain is hard work, and how many people starved to death during the great famine.

The boss didn't know how many years ago he came to the United States. Even if he got a little better, at his age, he couldn't be working hard at a breakfast shop on the side of the road.

The two little girls were obviously exposed to Huaxia's traditional breakfast for the first time, and the expressions on their faces lit up instantly, and the shop owner immediately asked: "Brother, your two sisters don't look big, and they can eat well." Download so many things?"

Hearing such a pure local accent, the shop owner's face instantly became more eager: "Brother, are you from Huaxia?"

Just when the two were chatting hotly, a roar of an engine came from a distance, and I saw a second-hand modified car rushing towards this side like crazy, and when it was about to approach, it slammed on the brakes. With a flick of the tail, several nearby tables were knocked into the air.

Ye Mo smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm still there if I can't finish eating, the main thing is to show them to taste more."

Boss Zhu became angry in an instant, grabbed the rolling pin and rushed over, but before he got close, he was tripped by a person next to him and fell out, and everyone around him burst into laughter.

As for the bald man in the lead, he said something arrogantly, implying that if the protection fee was not paid in full, they would not be able to hang around here.

Boss Zhu has been abroad for so long, and he can communicate in simple English. Then he argued: "This is my own store, and I didn't occupy your booth. I am also a legal taxpayer. Why should I pay you protection?" fee!
Besides, you already collected it once last week. My small business can't stand your money-grabbing every now and then. My family is old snacks!You are scum!Blood-sucking beast! "

The bald head at the head was also taken aback by Boss Zhu's attitude. He yelled "Son, of, bitch" angrily, raised his hand and slapped Boss Zhu.

However, before his palm fell, he heard a crisp sound of "click", a stainless steel rolling pin whizzed and directly hit the bald man's wrist, and a scream instantly stung the eardrums of the people around him.