Chapter 682: Return to the cup

"Fat Uncle, let's eat kebabs--" Several people walked on the street with neon lights, and waves of cumin mixed with the fragrance of pepper noodles came to their faces. Qiqi couldn't help but pull the corner of the fat man's clothes.

"Miss, this kind of roadside stall is not clean, and even the meat of dead cats and dogs is dared to be eaten by the guests." Ye Zi shouted at the top of her voice. Although Qiqi is still a little girl around ten years old, she has always been her sister in her mind.

The fat man glanced at the kebab. He was short and looked like a minor boy, busy guarding a two-meter-long iron trough, and couldn't help but suck his nose a few times.

I dare not say anything else. If I talk about eating, the fat man is definitely an expert, and his senses are extraordinary and sensitive. I can feel that the kebabs grilled by the little master were indeed fresh mutton.

Maybe Ye Zi's voice was too loud, and the little master also heard it in his ears. He shouted without looking back, his voice was really crisp: "What's the point of arguing? I said my meat is not fresh, which eye did you see it? I'm running the train with my mouth. I believe it or not, I'll sue you for slander!"

There were a few tables not far from the iron trough, and several guests were sitting sparsely. In late autumn, the barbecue was moved into the house, and this person probably had no shop.

However, these people also attacked Ye Zi in a verbal way, obviously they were regular visitors here. Ye Zi stuck out her tongue, and this girl was quite nervous, so of course she would not take her heart. She pulled Qiqi away.

"Wait a minute - I have to taste what it tastes like if I say this!" The fat man strode straight to the little master.

As a result, a young man holding the plate stopped him: "What else do you want to hit someone? I'm calling the patrolman?" The fat man was big and thick, and he ran over here, and he seemed to be trying to find a fight.

The little master of the kebab turned around suddenly, holding a small brush in one hand and a bamboo stick wearing meat in the other: "Son, please lean on, dad, deal with him--Ah? Fat Brother, are you really you?"

The brush and meat skewers fell to the ground. The little master opened his mouth wide and stood there stupidly, his once very lively big eyes as if they were fixed.

"Uncle Child--" Qiqi behind the fat man screamed.

The fat man walked around the guy in front of him, hugged the stupid child, and circled around the place. The stupid child could only hit the fat man's waist and eyes hard: "Brother Fat, I miss me to death!"

After so many years, the stupid child is still so thin. In the arms of a fat man, he is like a bear holding a doll.

The young man said timidly, "Dad, you have oil on your hands--"

"Son, it's okay, this is the fat uncle that my dad always talks to you - Fat Brother, this is my son, the third among uncles and brothers." The stupid child struggled hard twice, and then the fat man let go and looked at the stupid child carefully. The corners of his eyes were covered with fine wrinkles, and he was also old, but his face was still full of vitality and optimism, but he was much less.

The famous actors in the county town back then, can they not grow old now standing on the street with barbecue kebabs?

Seeing that the stupid child from that time has become an old child, a sudden feeling of sorrow suddenly surged in the fat man's heart, and tears couldn't help but burst into tears: "Child, why haven't you sang opera yet?"

The stupid child wiped his eyes with his sleeves. It was broken now, and tears were flowing down, and he couldn't even speak. The mistress next to him was also furious: "Dad, don't cry, don't cry, the fat uncle is back, you're happy."

"There is pepper on the sleeves of this dress-" The stupid child's nose and tears flowed, but his face was smiling, looking very strange.

The mistress quickly took a few napkins and helped his father wipe it for a while. The fat man took out a wet towel and wiped his face a few times. The stupid child dared to open his eyes, which was red, as if he had cried for hours.

"Brother Fat, Xiaoyu, and this big girl, sit down and try my skills." The stupid child picked up Qiqi and put it on a plastic stool next to him, and greeted others again. Judging from the posture, I don't know how to do it.

Seeing that they were old friends reunited, the guests sat back to their original place. The stupid kids immediately started working around the iron trough, and the fat man was helping to deliver skewers to get wine.

After the guests had eaten, the stupid child asked his son to bake it first, and then pulled the fat man to the table: "Brother Fat, you sit first, I'll call the flower picker now."

The fat man agreed and sat down. With a thud, the plastic stool under his butt was crushed to pieces. Fortunately, the fat man was more stable in the lower plate and stood up with a horse and squatted, otherwise he would have to squat with his big ass.

Everyone was startled, and then laughed together. The stupid child grabbed the back of his head: "Brother Fat, it seems that you have to stand and eat, otherwise, all my stools will be reimbursed tonight."

"It's good to reimburse, there's no need." The fat man said with a smile, biting a bottle of beer, gurgling, and drying it in in one breath for half a moment.

"Fat uncle, the meat skewers are coming--" The mistress's voice was also very bright.

The fat man pinched a bamboo stick and rubbed it on his lips, and it turned into a bare bar. He nodded while chewing: "Well, it is fragrant and tender, and it is definitely not a dead cat or a rotten dog." After saying that, he raised his neck and saw the bottom of a bottle of beer.

"Miss, bring a box of it. Your fat uncle has a box of alcohol. He doesn't bring any box to the bathroom." The stupid child was very happy, then wiped his hands on his apron and started calling: "Slip over to my stall. If you have something to do - tell you, I will regret it for the rest of my life if I don't come!"

After saying that, he turned off his phone and then kept smiling at the fat man.

The fat man also grabbed the back of his head: "You guy has applied my oil all over. You have to open your stomach and eat it for you no matter what you say today. You have to pay for it."

When the fat man drank five bottles of beer, a sharp voice came from the original place: "Child, what's the matter? I'm playing mahjong and I'm about to hug the treasure - Fat Brother, Xiaoyu, you guys, I'm really hugging the treasure now!"

The flower-picking man was still so light, he flew to the fat man and then hung it on his neck. The fat man quickly pressed him to the ground and looked at it carefully. Except for the fact that there were a few traces of white hair on his temples, the appearance on his face did not change much.

"I'm very comfortable, I play mahjong every day."

After hearing what the fat man said, a trace of helplessness flashed across the flower-picking man's face: "Just spending time, Fat brother, where have you been going for so many years? Why haven't you changed at all? Look at Qiqi, is it still so tall?"

Qiqi was gnawing the chicken wings, putting her thumb and index finger together, swaying in front of her nose a few times, and arguing in her mouth: "Uncle Cai, I'm so tall."

The flower picker touched her little head, then sat down next to her big braid: "Miss Sanzi, grill a few skewers without adding chili."

"What else can I protect my voice? What's the point of hoping to go on stage?" The stupid kid muttered.

The flower-picking man glanced at him in a charming way: "I have always remembered what Fat Brother said back then. This time I came here, I must have come out to us."

"Really?" The stupid child stared at the fat man, his face full of incredible feelings.

The fat man poured another bottle of beer and then said, "Let's not talk about the true or false, why don't you two brothers sing?"

Both of them showed anger on their faces, and the stupid kid said, "Now they are all typing under the banner of Errenzhuan. I would rather make two hard-earned money in this kebab than mess with their guys."

The flower-picking man sighed: "Brother Fat, the world has changed. No one listened to those old jokes. At first, we organized a small theater troupe, and it would be bad if we didn't support it for a year. I retired early and just opened a few hundred yuan a month to deal with my life. It would be embarrassing to not be able to go out."

"It turns out that your daughter won't come back from college, and our mistress still has to marry a wife. There is no way, I have to think about making money, otherwise I won't be able to support this small stall." The stupid child's face was even more helpless. He wanted to live, but he refused to play a hunch on the stage against his will, so he could only bear the pressure from life.

The fat man didn't say a word, bit open a bottle of beer, tilted his neck and drank for a minute, and then he slapped the bottle on the table, shouting: "Remove the stall, let's start another one, gather all the previous people, and go back to Kaoshantun with me. The villa will be built next year, and you two are still pillars."

"Now there are still people who listen to old jokes. If we go there and only eat but not work, we won't go?" The stupid child blinked his big eyes and was a little unbelievable.

"I dare not say anything else. If I were in the villa, someone would definitely listen." The smile returned to the fat man's face. After hearing the two brothers' experience, I felt a little nervous. Under the impact of the wave of reform, there were many things like this, but the fat man was not allowed to happen around him.

"Ba" The stupid kid slammed the high fives with the flower picker. The stupid kid imitated Uncle Benshan: "Who said that my stupid kid is not worth much now, and he will make US dollars soon--"

"I haven't thrown away my kung fu for so many years, right?" The fat man's heart was also bright.

"The fist is always in the mouth, and the hand is always in the mouth, unless it can't move." The stupid child seemed so happy that he had two somersaults on the ground. The little third son was worried next to him: "Dad, he drifted his waist little-"

The stupid child then picked up a stool pad, picked up the index finger, rotated the wheel like a wheel, and threw it away again. The little third son held it with his finger and continued to slither: "Brother Fat, I knew that one day, I have taught the little third son step by step since I was a child. Now this kid sings better than me."

The fat man yelled twice: "Then which one should we sing today?"

"Return to the cup!" The flower picker gestured to an orchid finger. His fingers were still so beautiful. It seemed that he touched mahjong every day and hugged treasures. It was probably the same fingering method.

"Yes, we're all happy and happy. We just need to return to the cup as soon as we came out. Haha, then I'm Zhang Tingxiu who passed the exam. Where is Sister Wang?" The fat man thrust his chest and became excited.

"Brother Fat, you don't look like Zhang Tingxiu. At most, you are the villain inside, Wang Erjie's brother-in-law Zhao Ang." The stupid kid and the flower-picking man said in unison, and everyone nodded: "Like!"
Chapter completed!