The egg pancake is really delicious

On the fourth day, when the egg pancake brother had almost given up hope, a small trolley with cold noodles suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

The egg-filled biscuits couldn't help but widen their eyes, and at the same time pushed their cart in the direction of the cold noodle cart, and got a kind reminder from the old man selling watermelon next to him——

"Handsome, stop pushing, it's about to hit my melon."

The egg-filled pancake brother had no choice but to give up, but he still maintained a gazing posture.

The roasted cold noodle trolley slowly approached, and the egg-filled biscuit brother looked into the distance, and saw the people sitting on the roasted cold noodle trolley became more and more clear——

A familiar face appeared in front of him, and the little brother who filled the egg pancakes felt a surge of joy, which was soon replaced by a slight grievance, because the little brother who roasted cold noodles hadn't responded to his message for the past three days.

The egg-filled pancake brother moved the egg-filled pancake trolley back to its original place.

Then the egg-filled biscuit boy resisted his urge to look over there and focused on the egg-filled biscuit in his hand. Unfortunately, it was not the peak period at this time, and no one came to sell the egg-filled biscuit, so the egg-filled biscuit brother I had no choice but to look at the empty iron plate in front of me stupidly, and my thoughts had already drifted away.

A hand suddenly appeared out of the corner of the eye.

The boy who baked cold noodles tapped the foam board again like the first time: "Can I have a phone number, little master?"

Why, instead of replying to my WeChat, come to ask for a phone number?

The egg-filled biscuit brother felt a feeling of being toyed with, bit his lip, and didn't know what to say, only to hear the other party say: "My WeChat ID was stolen, and I can't get it back."

The reason why the other party didn't respond to the message was revealed to the world. The egg filling boy was stunned, and the cold noodle boy waved his good-looking right hand in front of his eyes again: "So, can you give me a contact information?"

The egg-filled biscuit brother thought about it and agreed: "I will report, you remember."

The cold noodle boy wrote down the phone number, then hurriedly sat back on the cold noodle trolley, dialed the phone, he stuck his head out of the cart, and looked at the egg pancake brother diagonally across: "I'm leaving ,Bye-Bye."

The egg-filled biscuit boy was very puzzled, looked up in the direction of the cold noodle cart, and finally fell on the protruding head of the cold noodle boy: "You don't sell cold noodles anymore?"

"Yeah." The cold noodle brother said, "I have something to do now, and I will explain it to you later in the evening."

"Then...bye?" The roasted cold noodle brother didn't wait for the other party to reply immediately, "...what's the matter?"

The egg-filled biscuit boy asked hesitantly, "You came here... just to ask for my mobile phone number?"

"Ah."