There was no other way, so Lin Qiaoxin turned around and asked, "How much do you want to buy?"
The man in his twenties raised his hand to lift his bangs and shook his head. "Three steamed buns, please!"
But at this moment, there was a smirk on his handsome face. He stood there casually, giving people a lazy and casual feeling.
Lin Qiaoxin didn't take the steamed bun directly, but said coldly, "The total is one dollar and fifty cents. Give me the money first and then the steamed bun."
He waved his hand casually, pretending to be generous, "Forget it, I'll give you a favor today, but, boy, you are not attracted to that little girl, are you?"
Otherwise, who knows if he would just take it and run away.
Huang Qiulian, who was sitting behind her, was extremely frightened. Her face turned pale in an instant. She reached out and tugged at the corner of her clothes, with disapproval in her eyes.
Only Lin Sanzhi was delighted. He then snorted and said nonchalantly, "Tsk, they're just a few hooligans. Next time I'll go with you guys and I'll teach them a lesson."
She felt that as long as these people could leave, she would give them all the money she had, not to mention the steamed buns. It didn't matter if she died, but her daughter must not be in any danger.
Sure enough, the next second, the man looked at Lin Qiaoxin with an unhappy face, kicked the handlebars of the tricycle angrily, and shouted, "What do you mean, little girl? Do you think I, Zhou Baide, can't afford it?"
"Okay, then I'll buy all the steamed buns in your cart!" After saying that, he took out a one-dollar coin from his trouser pocket and threw it into the tricycle.
Lin Qiaoxin was almost laughed out of anger. A cart of steamed buns sold for one dollar, what the hell!
But seeing these three angry people, it seemed that I had no choice but to sell it. So I thought, forget it. At worst, I won’t come here to sell steamed buns in the future.
Just as I was about to turn around to get them some steamed buns, a somewhat lazy voice came from behind me, but there was an obvious warning in the voice.
"Zhou San Mazi, do you have the nerve to buy so many steamed buns for just one dollar? Have you never even been to kindergarten? You can't do math!"
Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered that she had not asked the man's name yet, so how could she thank him in the future?
"You're out of your mind!"
Turning around, I saw a handsome young man with neatly cut hair, wearing a white shirt and black pants.
But at this moment, there was a smirk on his handsome face. He stood there casually, giving people a lazy and casual feeling.
Originally thought he was here to help, but the next sentence made Lin Qiaoxin want to hit him to death with a steamed bun.
Zhou Chaofa looked up at Lin Qiaoxin. She had an oval face, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a cherry mouth. Her facial features were very beautiful, especially her eyes, which seemed to be able to speak, blinking.
Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered that she had not asked the man's name yet, so how could she thank him in the future?
However, the clothes she wore completely ruined her good looks. She wore a pink floral shirt on the upper body and gray cloth pants on the lower body. A trace of disgust suddenly flashed in her eyes.
“So unfashionable!”
She really wanted to curse back, but Lin Qiaoxin held back because she didn't know who this person was. If she offended him, she might not be able to leave.
Fortunately, he didn't say anything. Instead, he walked in front of her and looked at the three people. He said with an unhappy face, "Zhou San Mazi, I'm telling you, this cart of steamed buns is mine. If you want to snatch it from me, then let's fight!"
He waved his hand casually, pretending to be generous, "Forget it, I'll give you a favor today, but, boy, you are not attracted to that little girl, are you?"
"I haven't fought in days anyway."
Zhou Baide was frightened, because he knew clearly that although Zhou Chaofa was young, he was very good at fighting and no one dared to bully him, whether in the village or at school.
The most important thing is that he is a man who doesn't care about his life. If he fights, he will bite you to death. He doesn't dare to do that, so he had to agree in the end.
He waved his hand casually, pretending to be generous, "Forget it, I'll give you a favor today, but, boy, you are not attracted to that little girl, are you?"
He waved his hand casually, pretending to be generous, "Forget it, I'll give you a favor today, but, boy, you are not attracted to that little girl, are you?"
"It seems that the school does not allow premature love."
But Zhou Chaofa rolled his eyes at him and said, "How could I like this little country girl? I'm going to buy some steamed buns to take home as a gift to my grandma!"
"Get out of here now, or I'll beat you up!"
After saying that, he raised his fist and wanted to hit them. When the three of them saw this, they immediately turned around and ran away.
After seeing the people leave, Zhou Chaofa turned around and looked at Lin Qiaoxin, smiling slightly. It was not the smirk he had shown to those people just now, but a faint smile.
He took out three yuan coins from his trouser pocket and put them into the car. "I wonder if this money is enough to buy the remaining steamed buns you have? If not, I'll make up for it."
Lin Qiaoxin came back to her senses and quickly shook her head, "No, no, you just helped us, so these steamed buns are just for you. They're not worth much."
Seeing that she was truly grateful and not afraid of him and didn't dare to ask for money, he felt inexplicably happy and the smile on his face became more genuine.
"No, let's put it this way. Otherwise, what's the difference between me and those guys just now? Or do you really think I'm a gangster and a bully?"
Lin Qiaoxin quickly shook her head again and explained hastily.
"That's not what I meant. Fine, I'll take it. Thank you so much today. If you need any help in the future, you can always come to me."
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