The egg pancake is really delicious

Over time, the two became acquainted, and the boy who baked cold noodles made a big difference, and directly sent a WeChat message to the egg-filled biscuit brother: "Help me make an egg-filled biscuit and send it over. I am busy now, and I will give you the travel expenses."

In fact, the so-called travel expenses—from the baked cold noodle stall to the egg pancake stall—are only ten steps at most.

But a good businessman will never give up any chance to make money.

The egg-filled pancake brother carried the egg-filled pancakes and walked to the cold noodle stall. The old man who sold old Beijing soup dumpling stuck his head out of his electric cart: "You two guys, the city management is coming soon. Let's go!" Then he walked away.

At this time, the boy who baked cold noodles and the boy who filled egg pancakes realized that only two of their stalls were left stubbornly standing in front of University A. There were three more just now, but the uncle who sold Beijing soup dumplings was very fast with his excellent driving skills. It quickly disappeared from the sight of the two.

At six o'clock in the evening, in early summer, the days are long and the nights are short, the sky is still bright, with a few white clouds floating in the sky, under the setting sun, the boy who fills egg pancakes and the boy who bakes cold noodles looks at each other in dismay.

"What the old man said is not true, is it?"

The news that the urban management is coming is sometimes true, and sometimes it is just a rumor.

The little brother who roasted cold noodles thought for a moment, and said, "I think it's better to believe it than to believe it."

The egg filling guy was still hesitating, but the roasting cold noodle guy suddenly narrowed his eyes and raised his chin forward: "Do you see those guys in sky blue short-sleeves across the street, do they look like urban management?"

The egg-filled biscuit brother looked in the direction of the roasting cold brother, and narrowed his eyes just like the roasting cold noodle brother, and a second later——

"Damn! It's urban management! Let's run away!"

The egg-filled biscuit boy jumped into the driver's seat of the car beside him, turned his head to the roasted cold noodle brother and said, "What are you still doing in a daze? Come up quickly." Then he stretched out his hand towards the roasted cold noodle brother.

The other party's four fingers are well-proportioned in thickness, unlike my own. The knuckles protrude like bamboo joints. Because they are fair, they can vaguely see the purple-blue blood vessels under the flesh. The nails are trimmed very evenly. flushed.

The boy who baked cold noodles lowered his eyes, and held the hand that the boy who filled eggs and pancakes stretched out towards him.