In fact, Rong Jian didn't want to take the lead, otherwise he wouldn't have moved aside when Li Laoliu approached him.
But later he thought that since he had decided to join the game to find out the truth, he should act like he had joined the game. No matter what, he had to show it on the surface so that Feng Xing'er would not notice his pretense.
So Rong Jian raised his hand to block Li Laoliu's attack. His move was rather hasty and looked easy... well, it was actually quite easy.
"Nonsense?" Li Laoliu asked Rong Jian, then said with red eyes, "My Xiaoyong is already dead! Doesn't she have a heart? She said Xiaoyong should..."
Uncontrollable sadness lingered in Li Laoliu's whole body. He sniffed, and tears flickered in his eyes, but he suppressed them and did not let them fall.
Seeing a grown man so sad, everyone couldn't help but sigh.
What Feng Xing'er said was indeed too much. There is a limit to being ignorant. Li Laoliu had clearly decided not to bother with her, but she still insisted on provoking her.
Moreover, everyone looked at Rong Jian who was protecting Feng Xing'er behind him, and Dong Shao who was standing by and watching... Feng Xing'er was clearly relying on someone's support to make trouble here.
Rong Jian was silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand and looked at Feng Xing'er behind him. He said with a cold face, "Apologize to this uncle!"
"...I won't!" Feng Xing'er looked at Rong Jian stubbornly, "I didn't say anything wrong. Li Xiaoyong was a bully. He even threw stones at me!"
As soon as the words came out, everyone suddenly fell silent.
Children speak without restraint, and Feng Xing'er would not lie about such things. But the fact is that when Li Xiaoyong was alive, he bullied many children of the same age.
Children's likes and dislikes are simple. They are not like some adults who smile on the surface but stab you in the back. Feng Xing'er had been bullied before, and now she spoke words of disgust that pierced Li Laoliu's heart.
But, after a person is gone, what’s the point of worrying about whether he did good or bad things in his life?
"Forget it, Li Laoliu, don't bother with an ignorant child." The diners walked out of the store one after another, pulling Li Laoliu to comfort him.
Li Laoliu took a deep breath and exhaled, gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Xing'er, then turned around. Forget it. No matter how angry he was, he couldn't bring himself to hurt a child.
"...Uncle Ge, I'm back." After saying this in a muffled voice, Li Laoliu lowered his head, shook off the crowd's pull, and planned to walk deeper into the street.
But suddenly, Rong Jian said, "Uncle, wait a minute!"
Li Laoliu turned around with a wooden face and looked at Rong Jian coldly. What did this young man who was protecting Feng Xing'er want to do?
Then, under the gazes of everyone, Rong Jian slapped Feng Xing'er on the back of the head and said coldly, "Go and apologize!"
Rong Jian didn't use much strength, but that didn't affect Feng Xing'er's aggrieved feeling after she was stunned.
She stared at Rong Jian with tearful eyes and pouted her lips in grievance, "Why?" She had already said that it was Li Xiaoyong who bullied her!
"Since you plan to follow me in the future, I will teach you a lesson now. The dead are the greatest and cannot be criticized. Apologize!" Rong Jian had a blank expression.
"I won't!" Feng Xing'er glared, determined to persist. "Brother?" "Who am I being my brother to?"
But Rong Jian continued, "Perhaps you don't want to eat noodles today, and want to eat some dry food?"
Feng Xing'er: "..." Damn it, you're just not going to get through this dry food thing, right?
Feng Xing'er glared at Rong Jian angrily with puffed cheeks, and under his dull gaze, she surrendered.
The little girl lowered her head, a look of complete displeasure on her face. She took a few steps towards Li Laoliu and said in a hoarse voice, "...I'm sorry."
He never expected that Rong Jian could subdue Feng Xing'er and even make her apologize. After being stunned for a moment, Li Laoliu nodded, turned around and left quickly.
Even if Feng Xing'er apologized for her behavior, he really couldn't say the word "forgiveness".
Feng Xiner's attitude is a minor issue; the main reason is that she is Feng Cheng's biological daughter.
Looking at Li Laoliu's receding back, Feng Xing'er snorted in dissatisfaction, very lightly, at least no one else present noticed it except Rong Jiandongshao.
Reaching out and placing his hand on the back of Feng Xing'er's neck, Rong Jian clearly felt it stiffen for a moment. His eyes flickered, and he chuckled and asked, "Are you not convinced? Why don't you just eat..."
"No, no, no, don't. I give in!" Feng Xing'er grinned at Rong Jian, gnashing her teeth as she said, "I give in."
I beg you, please don't talk about dry food anymore!
Rong Jian withdrew his hand with satisfaction.
Seeing that the matter had finally come to an end, Old Man Ge felt relieved. "Young man, don't stand at the door. Come in!"
Turning back to walk into the restaurant, he saw the diners waiting at the door. Old Man Ge blushed slightly and said, "Excuse me, everyone. This has delayed us for quite some time. Everyone, please sit down. I'll be right down!"
"It's okay, Uncle Ge, it's okay if it's later!"
"That's right, Uncle Ge, your noodles are delicious. It doesn't matter how long you wait, right everyone?"
"Yes, yes, the noodles here at Uncle Ge are the best and most unforgettable ones I have ever eaten."
The diners spoke up to express their understanding, and after praising Mr. Ge's cooking skills in both explicit and implicit ways, they turned back into the restaurant and took their seats.
Rong Jian and the other two also walked in and sat down near the stove.
Old Man Ge bent down and arranged the firewood, threw aside the noodles he had torn apart on the chopping board, took out new dough, kneaded and pulled it quickly, and in a short while, long noodles appeared in Old Man Ge's hands.
Open the lid of the pot and throw the pulled noodles in, roll them twice, scoop them out with chopsticks, put them in a bowl, sprinkle with red ingredients, pour broth on them, and a bowl of noodles is freshly baked.
"Here they are!" Old man Ge brought the noodles to a table, then quickly walked back and continued working.
Dong Shao, who had been silent from the beginning until now, sniffed with his nose flaring and nodded unconsciously, "Uncle, your soup is delicious. Did you cook it for a long time?"
"That's right, this old man's noodle shop relies on this old soup," Old Man Ge laughed, his hands moving with no dissatisfaction at all, "What, young man, do you know how to cook?"
Dong Shao replied with a cheerful smile, "You know a little bit. I have a family that loves to eat, so I can't help but eat out every day! Uncle, do you want my help?"
As he said that, Dong Shao wanted to stand up, but was stopped by Old Man Ge.
"Oh, no! There aren't many people here today, and I can handle it. My noodle shop is really busy in winter. The seats in the shop are full, and there are people standing and waiting."
"There's nothing I can do. It's cold in winter, and everyone wants to have a hot meal. Every time this happens, Cheng comes over..."
Ge Laohan paused, lost in thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Well, why am I telling you all this? Just wait, the noodles are coming right up!"
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