I am Qin Huairu in the Siheyuan

Chapter 105 Don't Need Such a Son (Daughter)

"Eat slowly...don't worry!"

Wang Chang was a little speechless, how could he choke on eating?This middle-aged man is also strange.Either hold the pancake and refuse to eat it, or gobble it up, what kind of trouble is this!

Isn't it good to eat slowly?Has anyone robbed you... Now it's all right, choked, right?
Wang Chang patted his back, and the middle-aged man also bent over and stroked his chest, and it took a long time for him to recover.

When he looked up again, he was really blushing and embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say.

Wang Chang comforted: "It's okay. If the pancakes are cold, I'll warm them up for you. Don't worry."

"Okay..." The middle-aged man responded repeatedly, his face still full of embarrassment.

It's over here, but they soon discovered that something was wrong?Why didn't he bring water over there after everything was done here?

Awesome!

Do you have any eyesight, kid?Didn't you see that the uncle choked on everything he ate?How did I tell you, we set up a small stall, relying on repeat customers.In such a big place, the people who usually come and go are the people who live around.If you don't maintain a good relationship and leave a good impression on others, can they still come to your house?
Therefore, the service must be thoughtful, smile when you see people, the products must be able to sell, and the environment must be good.

The words I said about feelings, do you go in with your left ear and out with your right ear?Do you still want to make money? Can you set up a stall?ah!

Um... It seems that I haven't said these things yet.

It was indeed a temporary idea to let the stick to help him set up a stall.But who told him to jump the queue and come back now, without a job?When he finds a job by himself, how long will he have to wait?Anyway, idle is idle, what's wrong with helping yourself.

Learning a craft is better than nothing!I'm doing this for your own good, otherwise, what will happen to my partner and get married in the future.He doesn't know anything, which girl can fall in love with him!
As a result, this is it?
I have no ambition at all. I have been missing from the game since the beginning. I don’t even know how to move a bench.If you can't hide your face and shout and hawk on the street, forget it. Why can't you even move a stool?
Why did I bring you here? Did I ask you to watch a show?I want you to help me make money, okay?Let's start now and pass on the technology in the future. When the stick can be alone, I can have a little leisure time. Maybe I can put another one and earn double money.

Wang Chang's idea is good, but it's a pity that all this is just his thinking.Judging from the fact that the customer choked, the stick is really muddy and can't help it!
It seems that I still have little education, how can I do it like this?When I go back, I have to talk to him.

Wang Chang turned his head to find the stick, while the middle-aged man turned his head to look for his daughter.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, the mouths of both of them grew at the same time, almost enough to stuff an egg.

Am I blind?what do i seeTell me quickly...it's not true!

At some point, the two quietly got together.Taking advantage of the moment when the omelette transaction was going on here, the communication started right under the eyes of the parents.

It's true that Sticky didn't move a bench for the middle-aged man, but he knew to prepare a seat for his daughter.Now the little girl was sitting on the bench, looking up at the stick, with a bright smile on her face, while the stick stood aside, talking softly, causing the girl to cover her mouth and chuckle from time to time.

It's about five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is not strong, but the stick is still facing the sun, blocking the direct sunlight for the girl.

There was a distance between the two of them, and they didn't move.But just like this, the chatting looks extremely happy, as if the distance between the two of them has disappeared.

Damn, what is this?This is the sour smell of love!
They watched for half a minute, and the girl smiled brightly three times, and the stickman also smiled, looking sunny and gentle.The setting sun drew an orange outline for him, and even the curly hair that looked unpleasant no matter how he looked at it, seemed much softer.

Even though they were facing each other, Bang Geng only lowered his head slightly, but he turned a blind eye to the two standing not far behind.It was the fifth time the girl chuckled that she realized something was wrong, and turned her head and happened to meet her father's gaze.

"Dad..." The girl blushed.

"Mom..." Banggeng also raised his head and looked at himself.He blushed again, but it was sweet.

Originally, everything was kept silent, but this time it's okay, they blew themselves up!
Wang Chang didn't say a word, but turned his head silently, his movements were somewhat mechanical.And the middle-aged man was just like him, with confusion and numbness in his eyes, and a bit of embarrassment on his face...

Only this time, he was not alone, and Wang Chang was also embarrassed.

The two looked at each other, both understood what the other meant, and quickly reached a consensus. Perhaps this is the tacit understanding that parents have.

Such a son (daughter) is not worth mentioning.

It's really like having a sweetheart, forgetting the parents who gave birth to him and raised him!
After making such a fuss, the two of them couldn't talk anymore.First, the girl stood up and walked over silently.Stick stick out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then followed.

But here Wang Chang and the middle-aged man have nothing to say, they were chatting happily.After all, they all came from the same place. Apart from pancakes, they actually have many topics in common.

This is all right, no one knows what to say.

The children come together, they disperse.The middle-aged man picked up the pancake again and ate every bite.After Wang Chang finished wiping, he had already wiped the noodles.

The left and right are just an omelette, no matter how affordable Wang Chang makes it, it is just half a steamed bun with an egg on it.What's more, the middle-aged man has already eaten half of it just now, and now there is no interruption, even if he doesn't gobble it up, it doesn't take long to finish eating.

It's just that after the middle-aged man finished eating, he kept insisting on issuing the IOU, saying that he must pay it back when he gets through this period of time.

It was only a dime, Wang Chang didn't care at all.He repeatedly declined, and finally said that he did not have a pen and paper, so he could not keep accounts.On the contrary, the literary temperament of a middle-aged man is not fake at all.He has no money on him, but he carries a notebook and a pen with him.

After a quick operation, the name, arrears and date are written, but the precious and important hands are handed over.It was as if he was not issuing an IOU, but handing in his business card again.

After finishing all this, the middle-aged man thanked him very politely, and then took his daughter on the way home.

"Guan Guodong."

Looking down at the paper, Wang Chang couldn't help but read the name of the middle-aged man.

When he looked up and looked at the stick again.The brat was still staring at the girl's back, waving his hands non-stop, with a smirk on his face.

Wang Chang still didn't hold back, and kicked stick on the ass of the stick.

"Dog thief!"

(End of this chapter)