"Yes! In Antai Town, it's only because Miss Qing is kindhearted that she distributes porridge several times a month. Otherwise, we poor people would have starved to death long ago!"
"That's right! Miss Qing is truly a living Bodhisattva!"
The crowd began to talk, and the originally chaotic team consciously lined up in an orderly manner.
Zhang Yuchen and Ye Chen carefully lined up at the end of the line, waiting quietly.
The soup distribution will start soon.
Each person received a bowl of steaming thick rice porridge and a hot white steamed bun.
Qing An'er also took action personally, distributing steamed buns to everyone together with the servants and maids, without any look of disgust on her face.
As time passed, the long line became shorter and shorter.
Finally, it was the turn of Zhang Yuchen and Ye Chen, who were at the end of the list.
At this time, several large pots of porridge had been empty, with only a little bit of clear porridge left.
Qing An'er picked up the porridge spoon, scraped out the last bit of porridge at the bottom of the pot, and filled their broken bowls.
He took out the last two steamed buns from the bamboo basket next to him and handed them over.
"Eat slowly, be careful of the heat."
She gave a gentle warning.
"Thank you... Thank you, Miss!"
Zhang Yuchen and Ye Chen thanked him, holding a bowl of hot porridge in one hand and a steamed bun in the other.
The two were just about to find an empty corner to enjoy the hard-earned porridge.
"Hmph, Miss Qing, didn't you just say that everyone has one? Why don't we have one?"
Just then, a sarcastic voice sounded from behind the crowd.
The scarred beggar who had beaten Ye Chen came forward from behind the crowd with a few others.
When the other beggars saw the scar-faced beggar, they moved aside in fear.
The scarred beggar swaggered up to Qing An'er with a malicious smile on his face.
The beggars behind him also came forward with arrogant looks on their faces.
"Miss Qing, how do you think we can resolve this?"
"You can't favor one over the other, right?"
The scarred beggar said this, glancing at the bowls of porridge and steamed buns in Zhang Yuchen and Ye Chen's hands.
"I'm so sorry, big brother. Today's porridge distribution has ended."
"If you don't mind, come back tomorrow and I won't let you go hungry."
Qing An'er frowned slightly, but still maintained her good manners and spoke gently.
"Tomorrow? What if I starve to death tomorrow?"
The scarred beggar raised his voice, looked unreasonable, and pointed his finger directly at Ye Chen and Zhang Yuchen.
"I think you are deliberately favoring these two little beggars!"
The beggars around frowned when they heard this.
They had all received favors from the Qing family and were on Qing An'er's side, but they were afraid of the scarred beggar's brutality and dared not speak out.
Zhang Yuchen was so scared that his face turned pale and he subconsciously hid behind Ye Chen.
Ye Chen protected the thin Zhang Yuchen tightly behind him, and his confused eyes looked at the scarred beggar vigilantly.
"My dear brother, I always treat everyone equally when distributing porridge. I have no intention of showing favoritism."
Qing An'er explained patiently.
"But the rice we brought today has indeed run out. I will bring more rice tomorrow to ensure that everyone can have hot porridge."
The scarred beggar refused to listen to any explanation and refused to give in.
"Humph, and you just swore that there would be enough porridge for everyone!"
The beggars behind him also stepped forward with unfriendly expressions.
"Brothers, Miss Qing is indeed out of rice today."
Ye Chen instinctively stood between the scarred beggar and Qing An'er.
"If you don't mind, I'll give this bowl of porridge to you brothers."
As he spoke, he handed over the bowl of steaming porridge in his hand.
Ye Chen's movements were very slow and his voice was very weak, but for some reason, when he stood there, he exuded a faint aura that made people's heart palpitate.
The scar-faced beggar and the others were stunned for a moment.
I was actually shocked by this skinny beggar who looked like he couldn't even stand steadily.
For a moment, I forgot what to say.
The scarred beggar soon came to his senses and became angry and embarrassed.
He was actually frightened by a skinny little beggar?
If this gets out, how can he continue to be the boss among the beggars in Antai Town?
"Fuck you!"
His face was ferocious, and he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the bowl of porridge and the steamed bun in Ye Chen's hand to the ground.
The scarred beggar raised his foot, stepped on the steamed bun and crushed it hard.
"I don't want your things!"
The scarred beggar's voice was cruel and full of disdain.
He suddenly raised his hand and roughly pushed Ye Chen to the side.
The scarred beggar turned his head and stared at Qing An'er who was protected by the servants behind him.
"Miss Qing."
He chuckled, revealing his yellow teeth and speaking in a presumptuous tone.
"How about you give us a few taels of silver and let us go to the restaurant for a meal."
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd around was in an uproar.
This is no longer begging, it is blatant extortion.
"Great! So that's the idea!"
A young and energetic servant beside Qing An'er took a step forward and pointed at the scarred man and shouted angrily.
"Our eldest lady was kind enough to give you some porridge every day, but you guys are so ungrateful that you dare to come here and ask for money!"
"What a ungrateful person! What a worthless person!"
The scarred beggar's face darkened, he glared at the servant fiercely and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.
"Do you, a servant, have the right to speak here?!"
He took a step forward and stared at the servant fiercely.
"If you know what's good for you, tell your daughter to hand over the silver. Otherwise, this matter will not end today!"
Faced with the threat, Qing An'er frowned.
She was extremely disgusted with the Scarface's behavior, but her good upbringing made her suppress her anger.
"This big brother."
Although her voice was still gentle, it carried a hint of coldness.
"My family is giving out porridge to help the poor. It's a good deed. I have no obligation to give you money."
"Don't push your luck, or I'll be rude."
"You're welcome?"
The scar-faced beggar laughed exaggeratedly, his voice shrill.
"I want to see how a delicate young lady like you can be rude to me!"
The smile on his face faded and turned ferocious.
"Brothers, come on!"
He waved his hand and shouted at the several burly beggars behind him.
"If I don't get the money today, I'll destroy this soup kitchen!"
"Yes, big brother!"
When the beggars behind him heard the order, they immediately rushed towards Qing An'er and the servants!
"Protect the young lady!"
The Qing family's servants' faces changed drastically, and they quickly protected Qing An'er in the middle, while the others went forward with gritted teeth.
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