Siheyuan: How dare I mess with a man who is an expert in men's health?

Bang Geng came to a familiar restaurant, took out the money and asked politely without any stage fright:

"Auntie, is there any meat today? I want to buy some meat!"

A dozing waitress was awakened, and when she saw that it was a little kid, she replied angrily, "No!"

She thought Banggeng was a troublemaker and was about to chase him away, but when she saw the money he was holding high in his hand, she asked in confusion:

"Hey kid, you seem to have been here twice before? Why does your family eat out so often?

Do your parents know about this money? Don’t take money from home secretly, or you’ll get hurt.”

Banggeng has been well trained during this period of time, and can now deal with the waiter's suspicion calmly when buying things.

He explained with a sad expression: "My grandma is not in good health and can't cook, so she has to ask me to come out to buy food."

I have to say that Banggeng is really a talent. He can tell lies fluently and even give you a deceptive little expression. Although he is a little clumsy, he is really born to be an actor.

The waitress was just curious, she didn't want to ask more questions, so she nodded and replied: "There's really no meat, you can go look somewhere else."

Bang Geng was a little disappointed, so he could only ask, "Then don't buy meat, white flour buns will do."

The aunt rolled her eyes. This kid's family is quite rich, so he even wants "white flour buns"?

Let me ask you, how many working-class families in this city can eat white flour on a regular basis?

Even the limited supply of fine grains in the food coupons was saved for making dumplings during the New Year and other festivals.

However, when she took a look at Banggeng, she saw that his clothes were clean without any patches and his little face was white and chubby, which confirmed her guess. She guessed that this family really did eat white flour on a daily basis.

The waitress was sure that Bang Geng really wanted to buy something, so she slowly stood up and said, "We still have white buns. How many would you like to buy?"

Bang Geng stepped forward and handed over the money, happily answering: "I want to buy four. Auntie, do you think this money is enough?"

The old lady finally smiled a little, took the money and looked at it carefully before saying:

"You are quite a polite kid. I gave you too much money and I will make it up to you.

Wait, I'll go to the kitchen and get it for you, it's still hot."

The aunt brought out four big steamed buns and placed them on the table. After giving Banggeng the change, she sat down lazily again.

Banggeng took out a piece of oil paper from his pocket, wrapped the steamed bun, unbuttoned it, stuffed it into his cotton-padded jacket, hunched over and ran away.

He used to eat in restaurants, but one time a waiter asked him, "You bought it for your grandma, why did you finish it yourself?"

Bang Geng broke out in a cold sweat at that time, but luckily he was quick-witted and said, "I couldn't resist my greed and wanted to buy another one to take away," so he got away with it.

So after summing up his experience, he would try his best to pack up the food and take it away, and eat it secretly. If there were bowls and chopsticks, he would put money on them and return them after eating.

Bang Geng ran to a narrow alley, took out the steamed bun impatiently, and began to wolf it down, mumbling incoherently:

"Fine grains are still delicious. The coarse grains at home are not edible."

But when he looked up inadvertently, he saw a figure at the entrance of the alley, and he was almost choked to death.

"Cough cough~ cough~"

After finally swallowing the bun, he met Johnson's playful smile and subconsciously wanted to escape to the other side of the alley.

But when Banggeng turned around, he found that a guy with the same hairstyle as him was blocking his way.

He could only lean against the wall and pretend to be stupid: "Master, why are you here?"

Johnson shook his fist and said maliciously: "You are getting cocky, you are hiding from me and working on your own, have you paid your tuition?

I think you are itching for trouble. Didn't you get beaten enough at the police station?"

Bang Geng swallowed, and bad memories emerged in his mind. No matter how cunning he was, he was helpless in the face of bullying.

I could only explain tremblingly: "I...I am not hiding from you, Master.

I came out to buy something for my grandma, and the money is from my family."

When Johnson approached, he snatched the steamed bun from Banggeng's hand, took out one and threw it to his little follower, and put the remaining two into his cotton coat.

He slapped Banggeng's face hard, making loud slapping sounds, and then he cursed angrily:

"You really can't even tell a lie, kid. I've asked around, and your grandmother is a miser. How could she be willing to give you money to buy steamed buns?

Besides, it’s been only a short time since we last met, but your face has gained weight. You must have eaten a lot of good food, right?

Hurry up and take out the money. Do you think my skills are so easy to learn?"

Banggeng is a stubborn boy. He didn't cry even when his face turned red. If he had been beaten in Yard No. 95, he would have probably cried loudly and summoned Jia Zhang.

He stiffened his neck and replied, "Last time, we had so many tickets and more than ten yuan, but you took them all and left me nothing. I won't give you anything either.

Master, you are too stingy, just like my father's master. If I tell you, you will definitely take it all away."

Johnson was stunned when he heard this. It seemed that he had indeed gone a bit too far last time.

But how could Johnson admit his mistake? He was so angry that he cursed:

"Nonsense, I clearly left you 50 cents and a pound of food coupons last time, you are just disrespecting your teacher and ancestors, search him."

The little follower who was waiting on the side and rubbing his hands in anticipation stepped forward and held down Bang Geng. When Bang Geng tried in vain to resist, he took out a stack of money and food coupons from the lining of his clothes.

Johnson's eyes lit up. He took it and counted it. There were more than 30 yuan and seven or eight kilograms of food coupons.

He sighed and said, "You are quite capable, you are really better than the master..."

Banggeng, who had been holding his neck high and refusing to accept the defeat, finally started crying when he saw his money and bills being stolen.

He begged, "Master, please don't take it all away again. My family has no food to eat. You are going to starve me to death, wuwu..."

The follower saw that Banggeng's crying was getting louder and louder, so he stepped forward and slapped him twice, cursing viciously:

"Shut up! Are you going to call the police? If you get caught, you'll be shot for stealing so much money."

Banggeng was indeed frightened. He didn't know what being shot meant, but he subconsciously felt it was scary.

However, after hearing the word "shooting", I subconsciously thought of the night when Sha Zhu was pointed at with a gun, and my grandmother also said that Cao Anping also had a gun.

So Bang Geng quickly said, "Stop fighting. There's a leader in our hospital who has a gun. If he sees me getting hurt, he'll definitely ask questions."

Johnson paused for a moment after hearing this, thinking: "Is there a police officer living in that yard? I haven't heard of this before, it seems I need to be more careful."

He took out five yuan and a pound of food coupons and returned them to Banggeng, patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"Master, I am not a person who eats alone. I will give you 100 yuan for tuition. After the tuition is paid off, you can give me half of your future gains as filial piety.

You better be careful, kid. Don't tell anyone about stealing money, or you'll be shot if you get caught. I won't admit that I took your money."

Johnson put the money in his pocket, called his followers, and walked away in a swagger.

Bang Geng rubbed his red cheeks, looked at the backs of the two men with resentment, spat, and ran to the other side of the alley.