After saying that, Chu Yifeng laughed to himself and looked back at Bi's father:
"Uncle, this is how you say it in Northeastern dialect, right? Bolenggaier?"
Bi Tiegang smiled and said, "Well, that's what it says. Bolenggaier means knee, ka means fall, and tulupi means broken skin. You know what, kid, your words are quite authentic."
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The car was almost entering the bustling morning stall street, but Liu Yafang was still lingering in the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, mumbling:
"What are you going to spend that money on? I'll cook for you when I get home. Everything is ready at home, so you can try my cooking."
Not to mention Chu Yifeng who always had a smiling face, even Bi Tiegang was annoyed.
I'm worried about my child spending money, so I'll just use Huabei. How much can a breakfast cost?
He had to attack his wife in front of Chu Yifeng and said:
"I see you're not carsick anymore."
Bi Tiegang's words silenced Liu Yafang.
You know what, Liu Yafang was really thinking about it, and she was also wondering:
So what? Why didn't I get carsick today? Apparently, carsickness depends on your mood.
The small house was about to collapse, and you could smell a strong smell of cooking smoke as soon as you entered the house.
It’s a small breakfast stall, so they put as many tables and benches as possible.
It also seems difficult to move around the house.
Shoulders were pressed against each other, as if they were unable to move away.
Even in such a noisy environment, Chu Yifeng, who was driving a car and dressed neatly just now, now shouted at the top of his voice:
"Hey, guys? Here! Four of us, give me eight fried dough sticks first!" After shouting this, he paused and asked the Bi family members:
"Uncle, aunt, would you like to have tofu pudding or porridge?"
Liu Yafang quickly interrupted, "Anything is fine. Whatever's cheaper."
Chu Yifeng asked Bi Sheng'er again: "Where's Goudan'er? Does he want to eat fried cakes?"
Bi Sheng turned his head, took in the excitement, and casually replied, "I'll eat whatever you eat."
The fried dough sticks were eaten up and the tofu pudding was all drunk up, especially the father and son of the Bi family. There was really not even any soup base left, but Liu Yafang still remembered to leave a mouthful.
Chu Yifeng looked at the empty plates and bowls in front of him, and said calmly as if he was just talking casually:
"Uncle, aunt, this is what Yueyue did back then, right here on this street."
Father Bi looked up at the man in his thirties running the stall, who was walking past him carrying fried dough sticks.
Liu Yafang, the mother, had just eaten her fill, but suddenly she felt like there was something stuck in her throat. She felt like she was having nausea and a little motion sickness.
Chu Yifeng smiled and scratched Bi Sheng's nose: "Goudan, do you want to see what kind of house your sister lived in?"
When he was in the hospital, Chu Yifeng discovered that Bi's mother's attitude towards Bi Yue was not very nice. At that moment, to be honest, he felt quite aggrieved for his Yue Yue.
He thought he should let his uncle and aunt know more about their daughter.
Even if that girl, in the eyes of her parents, may not have a pleasing personality. (To be continued.)
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