The Buddhist butler who wears books always wants to run away

Before dawn the next day, Song Yiyi pulled up her younger brother Song Niuwan from the bed, who was still soundly asleep. Although she didn't care about what Zhang Lingyu said about occupying the booth, she still had a strong desire to win.

"Get up, Wanmaru get up quickly, do you want our booth to be occupied by that old lady?"

Song Yiyi's words stimulated the person who was still dreaming dreamily, and woke up with a jerk.

He looked at his cheap sister ignorantly, and seemed to be wondering, that sister Cod wasn't very old either.

"woke up?"

Song Yiyi waved his hand in front of his eyes, looked at his cute little brother amusedly, and laughed out loud.

The reason was that Si Fan, who had his eyes closed, nodded unconsciously when he heard her question.

Push him into the bathroom, close the door, and leave a word.

"After washing, take a seat with me!"

The sound of walking gradually faded away, and it seemed that the hostess was going to move the goods.

Si Fan patted his face with cold water indiscriminately, and brushed his teeth without soul.

I saw that the fat chicken of Pancake was swinging his chicken butt, and he spread his short chicken wings to try to maintain his balance.

Suddenly, a glass of water appeared out of nowhere and landed firmly on his wings.

Si Fan brushed his teeth and looked at him in astonishment.

"Come get it soon!"

He walked over obediently and took the glass of clear water.

"This is water from a spiritual spring. Pour this cup of water into the washbasin, and then dilute it with some water from here. After using it, it is like applying a mask."

Bibing seemed to be showing off, wanting to be praised by Si Fan, but he might be thinking too much.

"Is this water the stinky spiritual spring you pulled in it yesterday?"

Si Fan's face was dark, but fortunately he controlled his hand, no matter how good the effect was, he still had doubts in his heart.

"Hehe, host. You have read so many novels, but you don't know the routine. The contents of the book are all in the pig's stomach."

Bingbing's tone was extremely arrogant, he paced back and forth, not feeling at all that his behavior seemed to be somewhat assimilated with a real chicken.

"The Lingquan will be purified automatically every day, so what are you worried about?"

He explained, but Si Fan didn't dare to use it.

The fat chicken pancake flew over in anger, splashed the glass of water in Si Fan's hand, who was already standing at the washstand ready to wash his face, and knocked it over into the washbasin.

Si Fan didn't react, and only after washing his face did he know what the guy had done.

However, after washing, it is not hypocritical.

That is, the screams of the chicken pie came from the room again.

"Squeak... squeak..."

Don't learn how to crow if you are killed!

After such a toss, Si Fan hurried downstairs to meet Song Yiyi, not even having time to eat breakfast.

The two were just like yesterday, Si Fan was carrying the lightest bag, while Song Yi was carrying a large bag and a small bag.

When they arrived at the amusement park, they saw Zhang Yuyu waiting to open the door.

No way, I came too early, the amusement park was not open, and there were already many tourists waiting in line at the gate.

Today's Zhang Lingyu is pushing a small cart with many delicacies on it, such as fried skewers, star cooking (similar to real oden cooking), noodles and the like.

She also specially prepared some exquisite and beautiful porcelain bowls, which are specially used for tourists who buy her things.

In order to gain popularity and surpass Song Yiyi and her siblings, she also did her best.

"Oh, isn't this Song Yiyi and her younger brother? See if we are exhausted, tsk tsk."

As she said this, she took out a pack of napkins and threw it at Song Yiyi.

"I just see that you are ugly, and I feel sorry for you."

After finishing speaking, he snorted and turned his head to look at his small cart, the more satisfied he looked.

Si Fan turned his head to look at his sister, but she didn't expect her to put away the pack of napkins.

It was so unexpected, I thought it would be lost.

However, why is the direction of these two people a bit strange?

Scratching his head, he stopped thinking about it, and his stomach growled.

This time, the deadly enemy Zhang Cod, who was very close to them, heard it.

"Tsk, sister, I know that the food I cook is very delicious, but I just won't give it to you."

Said, looking at him provocatively with a smug smile.

Si Fan stared at the sky speechlessly, his eyes almost rolled to the sky.

I really don't understand why this woman is so narcissistic.

"Big sister, you may have misunderstood your level."

He has read novels, but it is equivalent to the existence of God's perspective. The food made by the person in front of him is very, very unpalatable, although the appearance is excellent.

While speaking, the door opened.

The three of them were pushing and shoving each other, running desperately to compete for the booth.

Of course, the advantage lies with Si Fan. At this moment, he only feels two fiery eyes staring at his back.

He ran forward quickly, and finally occupied yesterday's booth.

Zhang Cod, who was worried about the food spilled behind him, was carefully pushing the stall cart behind a group of uncles and aunts.

Song Yitiao probably got used to carrying a very heavy bag, but she actually ranked No.2!

He obediently opened his small bag, and there was indeed that very large piece of cloth inside.

It turned out that Song Yiyi had expected that he would be No.1.

She looked at him in surprise, with a look of admiration on her face.

Song Yiyi smiled fondly and patted his little head.

Putting all the goods on the ground, she took out a large piece of bread wrapped in a napkin from her pocket, sprinkled with chopped green onions, golden and shiny.Smelling the pancakes exuding the scent of chopped scallions, he took a big bite and started chewing.

Si Fan was enjoying the delicious food with a full face of happiness, and this picture of sibling love pierced Zhang Lingyu's eyes.

There was a trace of disappointment in her eyes, as if thinking that she once had a sister, but when she was in college, because she was swimming with her friends, she didn't expect to drown, and she left her since then.

In the past, she also had a sister who doted on her, who silently pushed the cart, and no longer quarreled with them arrogantly, squatting on the bench she brought with her and sitting quietly.

Song Yiyi didn't have the heart to care about her, now she had to arrange all the trinkets neatly with her brother, and decorate them if possible.

There are some fake flowers in my bag, and I sprinkle some irregularly. People who don't know think they are having a picnic in an amusement park.

"Why is your food so unpalatable! What if my child has a bad stomach? Lose money!"

A man holds a cumin beef skewer in his hand and appears to take a bite.It is estimated that the taste is not very good, so he quarreled with Zhang Cod.

Her face was pale, and she stood there helplessly, letting the other party scold.

There were more and more onlookers around her, and she felt more and more sad, and tears slowly rolled down her face.

Si Fan, who was idle at the side, saw that the man seemed to be still thinking about getting rough, so he rushed over immediately. The man was still yelling.

"Tell you, I have to pay three times the compensation to me. This is a mental loss fee. It's so unpalatable, how dare you sell it?"