Chapter 117 Meow Meow Meow
[Ding Dong!] 】
[Task Progress: 50/59]
[Congratulations to the host for completing the emergency stall mission, you have new rewards to claim! 】
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The little boy leaned over, looked at the empty oven, and announced regretfully:
"Sorry, the last roast duck is sold out. Thank you for your support!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the people in the queue were struck by lightning and their faces turned pale.
There were ghostly howls in the crowd:
"Ahhhhh how could this happen, there are clearly three more people left before it's my turn!"
"This can't be true..."
"Damn it, I should have come earlier. Boss Xiaolan, can't you bake one more batch? We can cook anything QAQ"
Half of the men in black had already eaten the roast duck, and only a very few unlucky spies did not have the chance to eat it because they were in a hurry to contact their respective employers.
At this time, the group of unfortunate guys were wandering dejectedly on the street, their stomachs growling with hunger and their eyes full of tears.
In order to complete the mission, they trained for a long time and ate boiled chicken and were hungry for a long time. Now such a delicious roast duck was right in front of them, but they watched it sold out before they got their turn. This was really a huge blow.
The man in black, number one, looked at this group of poor colleagues and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and handed over the half roast duck in his hand: "Well, after all, we are colleagues... This half roast duck is for you--"
The words haven't finished yet.
In front of the man in black No. 1, more than a dozen hungry heads popped up like mushrooms after rain.
A dozen strong men blinked their big wet eyes:
“Boss, you’re the best!” “Boss… chew chew chew… it smells so good” “Boss, we will always follow you, boss chew chew chew!”
"You talk nicely, but you are all spies." The man in black number three complained.
"You are not even competent as spies. I don't even want to talk about those of you who are hiding behind the trees typing Morse code..."
"Do you think you're very secretive? And you even lied about being henpecked, hahaha."
Men in black sat side by side on the street, eating roast duck and exposing each other's secrets, while the night wind blew gently.
They all couldn't help laughing.
Not far away.
The tour guide of the Pineapple Tour Group was holding a roast duck in his hand and shook his head: "The roast duck is out of stock. The one I have in my hand is the one that Ms. Duojin helped us to queue up and buy. I'm sharing it with everyone."
The tourists slurped their saliva and waited obediently for the tour guide to divide the roast duck. Each person only gets a small piece, but it's enough.
...Originally, they should have left the capital yesterday, but because of the aroma of the roast duck, they stayed one more day.
But it’s not a loss at all.
Everyone speaks a different accent and comes from all corners of the world, but because of this roast duck, they have the opportunity to squat on the street and eat such a delicious roast duck on this ordinary night.
A dozen people raised their glasses, clinked their beers together, and happily ate the roast duck:
"Cheers to Ms. Duojin! Cheers to Boss Xiaolan!"
Behind the team.
Unlike the people around them who were howling and screaming, Madam Huo, Huo Ye, Huo Ran, and Mu Mingqiu knew they would not be able to eat roast duck the moment they entered the queue.
Therefore, when they actually heard the news that the roast duck was sold out, they were not as sad as others.
Just a little bit lost.
Just a little bit really.
A little bit……
“Aaaaaaaaaah I don’t want to live anymore!!!!!!” No longer caring about any new or old grudges, the four of them were all wanderers in this world, so they squatted on the ground, hugged their heads and burst into tears.
It was at this time that Xu Shishi passed by a group of people holding a hot roast duck.
At first, Xu Shishi thought she was dazzled.
After all, they are all big guys who have the final say in their circles. If you want to eat roast duck, just make a phone call and all the roast duck restaurants in the city will deliver it to your door respectfully. But at this moment, why are they all lining up here so down-to-earth?
Not only did you queue up, but you also burst into tears before you could even buy the product? !
Xu Shishi looked at the roast duck in her hand, and then looked at the group of people:
"Well."
If they knew that she had more than a dozen roast ducks frozen in her refrigerator, wouldn't they be so jealous...
The four of them also looked up at this time and saw Xu Shishi and the roast duck in Xu Shishi's hand.
There was a gleam of light in the eyes of the four people.
In just a few seconds, they quickly wiped away the tears in their eyes, took out their business cards, stood up, and smiled perfectly:
"Ms. Xu, I'll use 10 million to buy this roast duck in your hand!"
"The Mu family is willing to cooperate with the Xu family's project. The price is this roast duck. How about it?"
"The Huo family is also willing—"
"I'll give you 20 million!"
Everyone stared at Xu Shishi nervously, feeling both expectant and anxious.
That second was stretched infinitely.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Xu Shishi spoke.
Xu Shishi looked at them and then at the roast duck.
She smiled and said:
"I%￥￥%#￥@()"
...Because of the signal problem, we still don’t know what Xu Shishi said that day.
Let’s turn our attention back to the roast duck stall.
After the little blue boss announced that the roast duck was sold out, the silver puppy nimbly jumped back onto the little boy's shoulder, and the little boy nimbly began to pack up the stall.
The diners around wailed and wanted to reach out to pry the food away, but they did not dare to act rashly.
Just then, someone saw half a roast duck next to the little boy.
The customer who was craving for roast duck couldn't help but ask:
"Boss Xiaolan, you still have half a roast duck, aren't you selling it? I can pay more for it!"
Before the little boy could answer, the diners around him started talking at once:
"Boss Xiaolan is so tired from running the stall, what's wrong with leaving a roast duck for yourself?"
"You don't understand, this half roast duck must be for Boss Xiaolan to eat with his family..."
“That’s right.”
Of course, you have to save some of this delicious roast duck for your family and friends. Moreover, Boss Xiaolan's father has been silently accompanying him every time he set up the stall, and the old diners all remember him.
I can’t envy you, I can’t envy you.
Listening to everyone's speculation, the little boy neither confirmed nor denied it.
He just smiled, tidied up the entire stall and parked the tricycle neatly.
Then, he carried the half roast duck, pushed the tricycle, and walked through the noisy crowd with Taotie and Hu Danggui's lotus lanterns...
Walk towards Ye Qingquan.
Along the way, Jian Yunlan thought a lot.
He is a simple man.
The word "Jian" in his name meant from the very beginning that he didn't need to and wouldn't think too much. I went to school, worked, and was fired step by step until I discovered my love for setting up stalls. So I started setting up stalls, met more and more people, and watched the diners eat my snacks. I felt simple and pure happiness...
Therefore, moments like this of confused thoughts are rare in his life.
"The Genius Baby is Three and a Half Years Old" is just a melodramatic novel.
Jian Yunlan is not Ye Qingquan's child. He is just a soul that came to stay with him by chance. His life intersected with Ye Qingquan's in such a short few days and he became his child.
Even though he grew up in an orphanage like Ye Qingquan, Jian Yunlan rarely felt lonely because he had his own goals and things he loved to do, and he just kept going in that direction.
...So, only very occasionally would Jian Yunlan think about it.
If I had a father, what would he be like?
As written in the model essay, can strong arms protect children from wind and rain? Like what is drawn on the blackboard, tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, square face, and always able to carry children on his shoulders?
Ye Qingquan doesn't seem to be close to that description.
Ye Qingquan himself is just a fictional character in a melodramatic novel. As a melodramatic story that follows an assembly line template, the original author did not invest too much emotion into Ye Qingquan, Bao Bao, or other characters.
None of this seemed real.
But...Ye Qingquan survived like this.
He would touch Lanlan's head with his warm hands, tell him bad fairy tales to coax him to sleep, and hold his hand tightly no matter where he was;
He would feel miserable and blame himself for not keeping an eye on Lan Lan in the crowd, and couldn't sleep all night;
He would stand up for Lan Lan and curse at those powerful people who could crush him like an ant with one hand;
He would also squat in a corner by himself, looking at Lan Lan carefully, paying attention to his every move;
With a smile and tears.
“…”
Jian Yunlan pushed the tricycle slowly towards the man under the street light.
In Jian Yunlan's sight, Ye Qingquan gradually became clearer.
Ye Qingquan sat under the street light, his eyes slightly red, his back bent, and the street light stretched his lonely shadow on the ground.
He was not tall, and even a little thin, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind; he was not always strong.
Jian Yunlan is not Ye Qingquan's child. He is just a strange foreign soul. Because of this name and this body, he receives special care and preference from Ye Qingquan.
but……
Just this second.
Even if it's just for this brief second.
Let him hide secretly in this body, without being noticed by anyone, for the only time in his life, call him this.
"There's half a roast duck left. Let's eat it together."
The little boy stood on tiptoe and patted the man on the shoulder, smiled with his eyes curved, and pronounced the word.
--"dad."
“…”
Ye Qingquan suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"Lanlan..." He looked at the little boy, then at the crowd in the distance, and then he realized that the stall was over. Ye Qingquan rubbed his nose, feeling a little embarrassed that his child had seen his vulnerable side, and shook his head, "No, no, no, Dad has already eaten, you eat--"
"Coo-coo-coo!"
Contrary to his expectations, Ye Qingquan's stomach screamed loudly and hoarsely.
Jian Yunlan: “.”
Ye Qingquan's face flushed again, and he whispered, "A little more is fine."
The little boy sat down next to Ye Qingquan. The silver puppy was dozing beside him. The lotus lamp was emitting a soft light.
The street lights stretched out the two figures, one big and one small, with warmth.
They sat quietly together, head to head, sharing half a portion of roast duck.
...until time stands still.
A familiar yet unfamiliar prompt sound resounded throughout the Wanjie live broadcast room——
“Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host [Jian Yunlan] for completing the level “Genius Baby is Three and a Half Years Old”!”
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