Early the next morning, Su Qing and his friends went out.
"Wife, have some buns, they're fresh out of the pot." Cheng Fangyi was screaming in pain from being burned, but he didn't let go of the bun in his hand and carefully brought it to Su Qing.
"You're stupid. You won't let him get something to hold it."
Four big meat buns were wrapped in palm-sized oil paper. It was a pity that the shop owner could come up with this idea.
"Eat, eat, I'll go get the noodles." Cheng Fangyi turned around and walked back into the store.
At this time, Wen Li also came back with three fried dough cakes. "I bought them from the store next door. They smell delicious."
There were no tables or chairs, so the three of them squatted in front of the store to eat.
One person holds a bowl of noodles and eats a meat bun from time to time, feeling very happy.
Suddenly, a shadow covered Su Qing's eyes.
A man with dark circles around his eyes and a sunken face looked down at Su Qing, then snatched Su Qing's bowl of noodles and ran away.
"Hey, why are you stealing things?"
Su Qing pointed at the person in front and was about to chase after him when he was stopped by the shop owner behind him, "Don't chase, don't chase, you can't catch it, and even if you do, you won't dare to eat it."
Then the shop owner spat at the person who ran away and cursed something inwardly.
"It's just that there's no bowl left. Stop chasing me. I'll make you another bowl."
The shop owner seemed to be used to it.
Cheng Fangyi gave a wink, and the three of them followed him inside with the remaining breakfast.
"Hey, how did you get in? Get out, get out. I'm a food cook. With so many of you coming in, do I have to pay attention to hygiene?" The shop owner stretched out his hand to drive away several people.
"Brother Jia, let's go out first and you two can chat." Su Qing pulled Wen Li back to the store door.
The shop owner said that there were too many people coming in, so why didn't she and Wenli just go out?
God~understanding ability~Master Su Qing.
"Why are you still here? Go, you too." The shop owner skillfully sprinkled flour on the panel and then started to make noodles.
"Boss, what did you want to say just now at the door of the store?" Cheng Fangyi asked straight to the point.
"I didn't say anything. I just asked you to stop chasing me." The lump of dough gradually took on the shape of long and thin noodles as the shop owner kept pulling and kneading it.
"That's not it. After you said that, you said something else. I saw your mouth move."
Unfortunately, the shop owner spoke too fast and Cheng Fangyi couldn't understand his lip reading.
Snap——
The half-formed noodles were thrown onto the panel by the shop owner.
"Come out, I don't want to make noodles anymore, I'll give you a refund."
"Boss, my wife is very serious. If you don't explain clearly, she will dig deep into the ground to find this person." Cheng Fangyi stopped the shop owner who was about to leave.
The shop owner, with a hint of anger on his face, walked back to the panel, grabbed a handful of flour, and poured it into Cheng Fangyi's hand. "They are addicted to drugs. They are all unconscious and can't tell the difference between humans and animals. What are you chasing after? Are you trying to kill yourself?"
I'm saying this for the sake of you outsiders, but as for the locals, who cares? They're lucky enough to be able to ensure that the flood doesn't reach their thatched cottages."
After saying that, the shop owner continued to make ramen.
Cheng Fangyi was utterly shocked. He swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where did this stuff come from? Are a lot of people using it? Isn't there anyone at the top to keep an eye on it?"
Hearing Cheng Fangyi's words, the shop owner suddenly sobbed, as if he remembered something sad and angry.
After a while, he finally said, "It's not from the black market."
I don’t know what he was thinking about, but the shop owner’s tears flowed like pearls from a broken string and he couldn’t stop.
"It's not just a lot of people smoking, now six out of ten people on the street are smoking. In fact, no one dared to touch it at the beginning. We still know the lessons of our ancestors smoking opium. But those unscrupulous beasts in the black market encouraged others to smoke, and they even provided free cigarettes for the first two times.
They also say that if you don't smoke, you are not a real man. Those young men are full of vigor and vitality, so they don't listen to such words. They bravely try it. Once they try, it is incredible. They become addicted and are willing to sell everything they have and their children to smoke.
Those officials are even more lawless. They don't take action themselves, and they don't allow others to do so. They suppress others, and even if others want to intervene, they dare not. Why do you think people in the black market dare to sell this kind of stuff openly? Isn't it because the officials tacitly allow it? They don't care whether the people under them live or die.
The shop owner's words were like a big hand, tugging at Cheng Fangyi's heart, causing him immense pain.
How dare he!!!
"Boss, you—"
"Both of my sons died from this addiction. They were fifteen or sixteen years old, gone in the blink of an eye. My wife couldn't hold on and also passed away. I'm still here because I want to see those people go to hell with my own eyes.
Listen to my advice, don't be impulsive, and tell your wife not to be impulsive either. Life is the most important thing. As long as you are still breathing, you don't have to worry about not being able to live. "
Because of crying, the shop owner's eyes were red and full of pain.
"What if I tell you I can help you realize this wish?"
A hint of surprise first flashed across the shop owner's face, followed by a hint of joy, but he soon fell into despair.
"Brother, don't say this kind of thing outside anymore. Let's go. I'll pretend I haven't seen you guys today."
Cheng Fangyi wanted to comfort him again, but he felt too embarrassed to speak.
He was the one who arranged for Guizi to come here.
He was the one who indirectly caused this human disaster.
"Thank you, boss. Once we get out of this door, we'll pretend we've never met. If we meet on the back street, don't say hello. Also, I'll help you with your matter."
Cheng Fangyi secretly put a hundred yuan under the boss's drawer.
Although he couldn't bring back his son's life, he felt better.
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