Chapter 328 The fight among princes has always been like this!
Slurp~
The vermicelli slid into their mouths along the chopsticks. The hot taste made the old couple exhale repeatedly. After the temperature in their mouths dropped a little, they gently bit it.
The rice noodles are slippery, soft and glutinous with a hint of toughness, and the bone flavor is particularly fresh and rich.
The moment the crisp whistle enters the mouth.
The wrinkles at the corners of Zhao Fengju's eyes suddenly smoothed out, and the age spots on Lao Xiong's face also glowed.
This taste doesn't taste like pork, it's clearly gold nuggets!
The crispy shell is wrapped with the greasy aroma of meat, and the salty aroma is mixed with a hint of intoxicating sweet wine. Chewing it feels like setting off fireworks layer by layer in your mouth, and the fragrance is so fragrant that it makes your scalp tingle.
Only took two bites.
Zhao Fengju suddenly put down her chopsticks, stood up, got a bowl from the kitchen, and picked up a little bit of noodles.
Then she pushed the big portion in front of her man.
"Old man, I can't finish it. I can only eat this little bit. You can eat the rest."
Old Bear frowned when he heard this.
He knew his wife's appetite. It wasn't that she couldn't finish her meal, but that she wanted him to eat more.
What a good woman! She is willing to give herself this exquisite delicacy that is so delicious that it will make your soul leave your body.
Marrying her was my good fortune.
"Slurp~"
The old couple sat quietly on either side of the dining table, taking turns to eat, and the food was both delicious and blissful.
Since they got married, the two of them had never made any grand vows like vows of eternal love or promises to each other until the end of time.
All they have is an ordinary life, living together peacefully.
When we were young, we rode bikes together to watch the sunset.
When we are old, we will hold your hand and watch the sunset together.
When the weather is fine, pick a small flower for her to wear on her head.
When it snowed, she brushed off the snow for him and served him hot soup.
Isn’t life just like this, plain and simple, with thunder heard in the silence?
"Fengju, is it delicious?"
"Um……"
"From then on, I'll let Lao Zhou take care of us every day."
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
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The other side.
"mom--"
It was nap time. The little fat boy sat cross-legged on the bed and suddenly started howling.
"I still have to go to the funeral home!"
The woman's eyebrows jumped, and she picked up a feather duster and knocked it against the corner of the table.
"What are you talking about? Didn't you just come back from the funeral home?"
"I'm telling you, this is the King of Hell's Palace! You can only go there if a relative has passed away. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up, you little brat!"
“Wuwuwu…”
The little fat boy hugged the pillow and arched his body towards the corner of the bed, with snot bubbles bursting at the corners of his mouth.
"We have so many relatives, can't we..."
Before he could finish his words, his mother finally used the long-lost Iron Sand Palm.
The slaps danced wildly on the buttocks, and the little fat boy sobbed and hiccuped.
Wow... I still want to eat crispy noodles!
At his age, can he give up after being beaten?
But this is the time when we become more courageous after setbacks.
More than ten minutes later.
The little fat boy tiptoed into the baby's room, took out his hidden lollipop and waved it in front of his brother's nose.
"Brother, be obedient and I will take you to a good place."
The two-year-old boy was drooling while sucking his fingers.
"Brother Sugar"
"Yes! Tangtang, let's go take a ride!"
The little fat boy carried his younger brother and pushed him into the stroller.
He pulled up the white veil to wrap his brother, then took out the white mourning belt he had taken from the funeral and tied it to the front of the car.
"Little corpse transporter, thick hair!"
Xiaopang's house is very close to the funeral home. Just cross an alley and walk straight for about 100 to 180 meters.
After a while, he came to the door of the security room panting.
Without even bothering to wipe the sweat off his forehead, a loud child's voice rang out.
"Grandpa Security! I'm sending someone here for cremation!"
The little fat boy stretched his neck and shouted at the old security guard.
"Look how juicy my brother is! Absolutely fresh! I just wonder how many bowls of noodles he can get in exchange?"
As he spoke, he happily pinched his brother's face into bun-shaped wrinkles.
"Three bowls, wouldn't it be too much to change to five bowls of crispy noodles?"
The old security guard came out of the security room upon hearing this and spat out a mouthful of tea three meters away in fright.
Oh my goodness!!!
Are kids so wild nowadays?
Back then, people of their generation would at most sneak into the cemetery to dig up dead bones. Why is it so popular now to directly harm one's own brother?
"Hey kid, what are you...what are you doing?! Nonsense! Nonsense! Where are your parents? Tell the security guard where your home is, and I'll take you home..."
The old security guard was really anxious and was about to call 110 while grabbing the child.
The little fat boy's arm was pulled so hard that it hurt, so he just sat down on the ground and started howling.
"Wow, wow, wow, I'm not going back. I want to eat noodles! What's wrong with letting my brother lie on the board in exchange for noodles? The eldest grandfather can lie down, the second grandfather can lie down, so why can't the child lie down?"
The struggle for the crown prince has always been like this.
The little fat boy spoke with confidence.
While crying, she opened the storage bag of the stroller, revealing a pack of unopened Wangzai steamed buns.
"Wuwuwu... Security guard, please let my brother in. I've brought all the necessary funeral supplies!"
Good job!
The old security guard called them good guys!
Are all kids like this nowadays? Not only are they exchanging people for food tickets, but they're also making such a fuss about it.
His eyes went dark and he almost fell down while holding onto the door frame.
"Hey little brat, please stop making trouble. If you make trouble again, the security guard will probably have to go to jail."
The little fat boy refused and cried loudly.
The baby in the stroller also cried loudly, and I wonder if he understood this inhumane transaction.
As they were arguing, a woman's deathly roar came from an electric bike in the distance.
"Wang Xiaopang! You little bastard! I'm going to beat you to death today! Who told you to secretly push your brother to the funeral home? Why didn't you bring your father here too?"
The little fat boy's eyes lit up and he was delighted.
"Ah? Mom, is it really possible? Will you get more powder if you roast an adult?"
"Yes??? Yes, damn it!"
The man who came running over after hearing the noise instantly pulled out his belt in the street.
Bang bang bang!
The belt hit the chubby little boy's butt, sparks flying.
Treason! Treason!
How could he show mercy to such a fellow?
He's so rebellious at such a young age. When he grows up, I'm sure he'll have his oxygen tank ripped out...
Beat him into submission. Today, I must beat him into submission.
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at the same time.
Faced with the out-of-control crowd of people slurping noodles, the funeral home issued a statement on the spot after the meeting and launched a powerful attack.
The museum said that in order to thank the citizens for their recognition, it is now urgently introducing a plan.
"We've launched online mourning and a lottery system for rice noodles at 8 p.m., with a daily limit of 50 bowls, allowing non-family members who haven't tried it to try it for free."
Of course.
People from other places make the most noise. For the sake of cultural and tourism development and harmony among cities, they have a greater chance of making a successful reservation.
As soon as the news came out.
Some are happy and some are sad.
"Ahhh? Who can eat only fifty bowls? Besides, there are outsiders coming to grab them!"
"Locals: Damn, we are strangers in our own land."
"Damn! As expected, I just picked it up."
"This is so mean! It feels so bad to be stabbed. Are you asking us not to eat rice noodles? I can tolerate it, but I can't tolerate it!!!"
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(End of this chapter)
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