Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Feed the dog.
Food court.
Sang Wanwan had just set up the stall when the phone in her pocket started vibrating wildly. She picked it up, took a look, and hung up.
In less than two seconds, the phone vibrated again.
She simply blacklisted the mobile phone numbers and WeChat accounts of everyone in the Sang family.
The food court has a large flow of people, and even during non-working hours on weekdays, the customer flow is still not low.
Sang Wanwan's stall is relatively remote, and many people come here one after another.
But when they saw the prices written on the wooden board at the dining car window, especially the 20 yuan for a bowl of rice, they were all scared and turned away.
Aunt Jiang, who was selling pancakes nearby, kept her eyes on Sang Wanwan and their food cart.
After seeing off the 10th guest, she chatted with her husband next to her: "Hey, look at the new family of three next door. They are so handsome, even prettier than the stars on TV."
Master Chen took a look and nodded honestly: "Yeah, yeah."
"They just have no experience in business, and the prices of the things they sell are too high," Aunt Jiang muttered, "A bowl of white rice costs 20 yuan..."
In the dining car.
The family of three sat together comfortably, and Chi Junyu's tense expression relaxed a little.
Sang Wanwan was teaching a father and son how to make seasonings. The adult and the child sat on her left and right respectively, and were learning very seriously.
The atmosphere is unusually harmonious and warm.
The Lord God inexplicably disliked this scene full of pink bubbles of love, and snorted coldly: [“Chi Junyu, think about your past, and look at you now, you are really a loser.”]
Chi Junyu's hand movements paused slightly.
Lord God: [“You don’t plan to set up a stall to sell these things for the rest of your life, do you? What will you use to buy Sang Wanwan a brand name bag? Brand name clothes? Jewelry necklace?”]
With every question he asked, Chi Junyu's face became colder.
Sensing his looseness, the Lord God couldn't help but get excited again, but he had experienced too many failures before, so this time he stabilized a little and invaded Chi Junyu's soul little by little.
"Mom, mom, I'm done." Tuantuan made the seasoning and looked at her mother with bright eyes, looking for praise.
Chi Junyu also did it silently and pushed the bowl over.
Sang Wanwan bent down and kissed her son on the cheek, "Tuantuan is awesome."
Tuantuan's face was red and shy, and she kissed her mother's face, "Mom is the best, just like mom."
Sang Wanwan looked at Chi Junyu. The little villain loved being praised so much. The big villain was his father, so the father and son should be the same... right?
At this moment, the Lord God invaded one third of Chi Junyu's soul with great difficulty and successfully shared his senses.
Sang Wanwan hesitated for a few seconds, lowered her head and kissed Chi Junyu on the face, and said with a smile: "My husband is great too."
Chi Junyu was stunned, and the coldness on his face seemed to melt away. He had nothing now, but Wanwan still called him husband, kissed him tenderly, and smiled at him.
The Lord God was also stunned, and was once again repelled by Chi Junyu's spirit. He had lived for who knows how many years, and this was the first time he was kissed by a woman.
Both the man and the god were in a daze.
The rice cooker buzzed twice, the rice was cooked, and the aroma of rice gradually filled the carriage.
The main god space had been closed for several hours, and in a very short time, it sensed the energy fluctuations of the former main god.
Just as it was about to tell Sang Wanwan, it suddenly saw fish balls, shrimps and vegetables on the cooking table, as well as magical rice cooking in the rice cooker.
The Lord God Space instantly put the matters of the previous Lord God behind him, and felt as if a piece of himself had been dug out. He couldn't help but began to "wail" miserably again.
Sang Wanwan was washing vegetables when she saw it come out again. She praised it in her mind, "Little God, the spiritual spring water you gave me is amazing, and the spiritual rice you provided is also delicious."
Having experienced many "the wolf is coming" incidents, the main divine space has developed a preliminary resistance to Sang Wanwan's praise.
Wuuuu, what friendly offer? That was something she coaxed it into taking out.
Sang Wanwan: "Little God..."
[“I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen,”] the Lord God Space yelled, [“It’s no use calling me a little god, it’s no use saying I’m cute and stupid and adorable, I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen!”]
Sang Wanwan said "hmm", "Xiaoshen, are you secretly watching some TV series?"
The Lord God Space was shocked: [“How do you know… No, I didn’t see it! I have been in isolation for several hours today!”]
It's all the fault of the humans in this world. The TV dramas they made were too attractive to this AI, and also too irritating for the AI. It wanted to crawl in through the Internet and beat the male and female protagonists to death.
When it got angry, it actually crawled in and smashed the data into pieces.
Sang Wanwan picked and washed the lettuce and put it back in the small refrigerator.
The main god space couldn't help it and started mumbling again. Eight out of ten sentences were lies to make Sang Wanwan tied to it.
Sang Wanwan had long been accustomed to its noise and would occasionally respond to it while doing her work.
Soon it was time to get off work, and the traffic in the food court increased rapidly. Customers came to Aunt Jiang's pancake shop in waves.
However, no one was interested in Sang Wanwan's stall.
The Lord God had already recovered from the "stolen kiss", but he felt uneasy when he thought about being kissed by the female hooligan Sang Wanwan.
There were no customers at the stall where they were meeting. He gloated: [“Chi Junyu, you can’t even make money from setting up a stall. How miserable.”]
Chi Junyu pursed his lips.
Wanwan must have felt very upset after preparing for so long but didn't get any business. If it were in the past, he...
"Hey, isn't this Chi Junyu, the president of the Chi family?"
A voice that sounded arrogant and excited interrupted Chi Junyu's thoughts.
I saw a few limited edition sports cars parked not far away, and nine young people came over in a hurry, each of them had an excited look on their face.
They are all the second generation of Yanjing, and are privately called the "waste second generation" by people in the circle. They eat, drink and have fun every day, and are overshadowed by their outstanding older sisters/brothers and younger brothers at home.
All of the younger generation grew up listening to their parents praising Chi Junyu for how great he was.
After seeing the business genius who was praised to the skies by their parents fall into such a state of disgrace, they immediately rushed over to watch the fun and find faults to embarrass the couple.
Leading the way for this group of second generation leaders is Han Zheng.
Because of his love for cars, Han Zheng is scolded by his father every day, and every time he scolds him, he compares him with Chi Junyu.
That would have been fine, he fell in love with Sang Wanwan for the first time, but was snatched away by Chi Junyu using despicable means.
The hatred of having one's wife stolen is irreconcilable!
It can be said that the person Han Zheng hates the most in this world is Chi Junyu, no one else.
A group of people soon stopped in front of the dining car.
Sang Wanwan looked at them as if she was looking at leeks delivered to her door. It's settled, someone has paid for today's fish balls, shrimp dumplings and rice.
Han Zheng held his head high, showing a standard cannon fodder smile that would be slapped in the face, and said arrogantly and boastfully: "How did our President Chi fall to the point of being a street vendor? Hahahahahahaha."
He laughed wildly, and stole a glance at Sang Wanwan standing beside him. At this glance, his heart, which had been sealed by cement, suddenly broke apart.
How come Sang Wanwan is more beautiful than before? Her whole body and even her hair are glowing.
Han Zheng's eyes widened, he swallowed and said directly: "Sang Wanwan, divorce your wife and marry me."
Chi Junyu had long known that countless men with ulterior motives were eyeing his Wanwan. But being poached in front of him still made him angry.
He clenched his hands into fists instantly, staring at Han Zheng with deathly silence in his eyes. The suppressed dark side crawled out like a poisonous snake, and he wanted to cut this man into pieces and feed him to the dogs.
The Lord God had just been secretly kissed by Sang Wanwan, and he had no good feelings towards this female hooligan. But when he saw that this ant in front of him dared to set his sights on Sang Wanwan, he sneered in his heart.
When his strength recovers, he will first tear this ugly ant into pieces and feed it to the dogs.
Tuantuan is only four years old and doesn’t understand many things. But when he was in kindergarten, his deskmate’s parents got divorced, and he lived with his father without a mother.
This man just wanted to take his mother away.
Tuan Tuan clenched his fists and stared at Han Zheng fiercely with the look of a wolf, ready to pounce on him and bite off his flesh to feed the dogs at any moment.
The sound of "humming" in the main divine space stopped, and it looked up and down at Han Zheng, the weakling, and said angrily: ["Wanwan, this rubbish actually dared to set his sights on you, how audacious!"]
It was so mad that it wanted to chop the feed into pieces and feed it to the dog!
Han Zheng only felt a chill all over his body, as if he was being stared at by something dark. A sense of danger invaded the seams of his bones, making him break out in cold sweats and shudder.
Han Zheng's heart skipped a beat due to the strong sense of uneasiness and the desire to survive. He said in a trembling voice, "Ha, ha, ha, just kidding, just kidding, haha."
He glanced at the small wooden board next to him and said, "I, I just want to buy a bowl of fish ball soup."
The other second generation people waiting to cause trouble nearby: "..."
No, we agreed to come here to cause trouble? !