What people saw was a woman in her forties, as thin as a skeleton, rushing out of the alley; her hair was like dry straw.
She was starving and on the verge of death, but with her exceptional sense of smell, she finally found Ye Zhongnan's tricycle.
Dong Pingping's voice was as hoarse as a demon crawling out of hell, "Boss, is there any more porridge? Give me a bowl!"
Just then, a few middle-aged women gathered around. They thought the tricycle was ugly, but it had all the necessary functions, so they wanted to imitate it.
So many hands reached out to touch the tricycle, Ye Zhongnan quickly protected it.
As a result, Dong Pingping rushed over, saying, "Make way, I need to buy porridge."
The older women were unhappy; it was too early in the morning for this sick man to push them aside and interfere with their viewing of the tricycles.
A plump middle-aged woman yelled, "Go away, go away, the porridge is sold out!"
The main reason was that they saw the porridge selling so well from afar and wanted to sell it themselves the next day. They didn't want more people to taste the young man's porridge and affect their business the next day.
Ye Zhongnan was clearly an outsider, and his clothes weren't very nice either, so it was fine to bully him.
Dong Pingping felt a chill in her heart; the only thing that could save her life right now was this bowl of porridge.
She ignored the older woman and pleaded with Ye Zhongnan.
"Boss, could you check if there's any more porridge? I'm starving, only this bowl of porridge can save me."
The older women felt it was bad luck to see someone with tuberculosis early in the morning.
They all retreated, afraid of being afflicted by the tuberculosis demon.
Ye Zhongnan had happily sold a large pot of porridge in the morning, but as soon as he closed up shop, he was surrounded and ridiculed by several middle-aged women, which made him unhappy.
He saw the older women let go of his tricycle, climb on it, and try to ride away.
However, he was out of touch with the times for ten years and was completely unfamiliar with the performance of electric tricycles.
I just couldn't ride it away no matter what I did.
When Dong Pingping heard that the porridge was sold out, all her hopes for life vanished.
In addition, having not left the house for two or three months, she felt even more uncomfortable under the morning sun.
"I just want a bowl of porridge, is that so hard? Is heaven going to take me away?"
Dong Pingping fainted on the ground with a thud.
The older women had all forgotten that it was they who said there was no porridge left.
At this point, moral blackmail begins again.
"Young man, how can you be so heartless? The young lady only asked to buy a bowl of porridge, why didn't you sell it to her?"
"Look how pitiful that girl is, so thin. What's wrong with selling one more bowl of porridge?"
"Young man, you just stood by and watched someone die!"
The older women all swarmed around Ye Zhongnan again, pointing and gesturing at him, getting more and more excited as they talked.
They talked a lot, but no one actually helped Dong Pingping up from the ground.
Clearly, they were afraid that if Dong Pingping fell to the ground and something happened to her, she would blame them.
Ye Zhongnan was furious. He had no idea that the woman ten years later would be so wicked.
He had never encountered such unreasonable and disruptive people from the lower classes before, having studied all the way from a prestigious private school to a top university.
Ye Zhongnan was trembling with anger and at a loss for what to do.
The loud voices of the several middle-aged women attracted a large crowd.
Even the owners of small food stalls and other shops came out.
They all knew this young man was awful. Not only did he steal their business, but he also bullied a customer who was buying porridge. He probably angered the female customer so much that her old ailment flared up.
"This young man looks respectable, but he's actually a scumbag."
"Where did this person come from? I've never seen anyone like this before. It seems like all sorts of people can come and rent houses on this street these days."
"I'll call the police and have them arrest this bad guy."
Ye Zhongnan retorted, "I haven't said a word from the beginning; it's all you people doing, using moral blackmail."
But the noise from the crowd completely drowned out Ye Zhongnan's voice.
Suddenly he felt dizzy, as if he had a stroke caused by low blood sugar.
What happened?
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