I saw He Bo again today.

Little Tiger wasn't scared at all. He patted his chest and said to Huang Xiuhong, "Auntie, Grandpa said that even if you never get married in this life, you won't marry a bad guy. Don't worry, stay at home. I'll take care of you in your old age."

"Little Tiger, Comrade He isn't a bad guy, Grandpa has misunderstood." Huang Xiuhong secretly glanced at He Bo, her forehead sweating profusely with anxiety.

To be honest, Huang Xiuhong actually had a good impression of He Bo.

That day at the market, Huang Xiuhong's wallet was stolen by Cao Laoliu, but He Bo helped her find it.

After helping Huang Xiuhong find her wallet, He Bo left without saying a word.

Is this kind of person a bad guy?

Huang Xuhong expressed her doubts.

"Auntie, Grandpa didn't misunderstand. Grandpa said that gangsters are all bad guys who will get shot in the future." Little Tiger was very unconvinced.

Huang Xiuhong quickly covered Xiaohuzi's mouth.

Huang Xiuhong felt really embarrassed when He Bo told her in front of him that he would "get shot" in the future.

"Little Tiger, if you keep talking nonsense, your aunt won't make you new clothes or buy you candy anymore," Huang Xiuhong threatened Little Tiger.

Little Tiger's eyes darted around.

She wanted to scold He Bo a few more times, but she was afraid that her aunt would really stop buying her candy. So she reluctantly nodded.

"Alright, take your friends to our house to play for a while. Auntie will make you some fried sugar beans when she gets back," Huang Xiuhong coaxed.

"Okay." Little Tiger finally succumbed to Huang Xiuhong's "sugar-coated bullets" and led a group of children home.

Slurp!

My aunt's fried sugar beans are fragrant and crispy!

Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.