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Chapter 127: Small 3

   Xiao Zhang saw that there were vacant seats at other tables, and the person insisted on coming to sit at them. He felt a little dissatisfied, and he ate the rice noodles without saying a word. As soon as Shi Dazhuang wanted to talk, Poppies rushed to say, "No one here, yeah, you can sit down."

   The man with glasses smiled at the poppy, then sat down and said, "The kid has a very good heart."

   The lady boss came over and asked him what he wanted to eat.

   The man with glasses spread his hands and said, "What is the most distinctive feature of Limenjie?"

   Xiao Zhang said: "Of course it's the bridge rice noodles, I have to ask!"

   The man with glasses said: "It’s hot to cross the bridge rice noodles."

   Shi Dazhuang glanced at the man with glasses warily. The white Armani on his body was really dazzling in this small town, so he pretended to ask casually: "Are you here to travel?"

   "Yeah, I heard that there is no original washing treasure house in the Jiri Department!" said the man in glasses.

   "The accent is like that of Yangcheng?"

   "Brother has good ears, I'm a Zhongxian Yin."

   "Oh, I am familiar with Zhongshan, are you in a district near Zhongshan?" Shi Dazhuang suddenly asked in Cantonese.

   The man with glasses was taken aback, and immediately responded with a smile: "Big brother, you are not funny, Zhongshan is only 6th Street and 18th Town, so I don’t think it’s so good!"

   Shi Dazhuang relaxes. It is easy for a person to pretend to speak Cantonese Mandarin, but it is not easy to speak authentic Cantonese. People who have not been to Zhongshan will never know that Zhongshan is one of the few cities in the country without districts.

   At this time, the lady boss brought the rice line.

   The man with glasses looked at the rice noodles and asked, "How come it looks different from Chuncheng Spicy Side?"

   "Of course it's different." Xiao Zhang said, "Spring City is hundreds of miles away from here!"

   The man with glasses said, "Should the rice noodles, condiments, and soup be separated? How come there is only one bowl?"

   The proprietress said: "Our kind of shop is not as particular as Spring City. They are all put in for you, and you can just get them out and eat them."

   "What's the name "crossing bridge rice noodle"!" The man in glasses complained, and he wanted to lower his head to drink soup.

   The poppy who had been looking at him out of curiosity reminded him: "Yeah, be careful, the soup is very hot!"

The man in glasses was taken aback and stirred with his chopsticks, only to find that the soup was covered with a thick layer of spicy oil. As soon as he was stirred by the chopsticks, the heat in the soup rushed up and covered his glasses with water. fog.

   He took off his eyes, wiped them clean with a handkerchief, and then said to the poppies: "Thank you, kid, tie the silver!"

   "No thanks." The poppy said, "Yeah, you can fish out the rice noodles in a small bowl to eat, so that it won't be hot."

   The man with glasses just took the rice noodles into a small bowl, blew it, and tasted according to what the poppies said. It was not hot as expected, but he coughed violently. He stuck his tongue out and said, "How hot is it?"

  Poppy popped out with a chuckle, and whispered to Shi Dazhuang, "I don't think it's spicy at all."

   Shi Dazhuang smiled and said, "Beauty, you can eat more. When you go to Wuzhong, you won't be able to eat such authentic rice noodles and spicy flavor."

   The man with glasses said: "Are you going to Wuzhong? That's a good place!"

   Shi Dazhuang said: "Brothers have been to Wuzhong?"

The man with glasses said: "I've been to a beautiful place before, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful." He looked at the poppies and gave a thumbs up, "The kid is already very beautiful. I went to Wuzhong and I will grow up in the future. It must become more beautiful!"

   The poppy became embarrassed when she heard it, her face blushed, and she lowered her head to drink soup.

   When he finished eating, the man in glasses took out his mobile phone to pay. The shop owner only accepts cash, saying that the mountain people don't understand the things of your city people, and only accept cash.

   Xiao Zhang said: "You won't travel without cash, are you? Mandian is not a big city. From here, I went out a few hills to the south."

   The man in glasses said with a sad face: "Oh, I don't want it! I know you have saved so many thieves! My wallet has been stolen, the cash from Lali?"

   When he was in a hurry, Cantonese was sandwiched between the non-standard Mandarin, which sounded very funny.

   Shi Dazhuang asked: "Where was it stolen?"

   The man with glasses said, "Isn't the Mandian Hotel on fire? I just looked at the silver group for a while, and my wallet was gone."

   "Why don't you call the police?"

   "I've been here, the police station has no money, so I said I was going to fight the fire, and told me to come later."

   Shi Dazhuang looked at Xiao Zhang. People at the police station during the day were indeed called by Meng Yan to help put out the fire, but the injured Xiao Zhang should have been there all the time.

Xiao Zhang said, "Oh, maybe I just went to the health clinic to change the medicine." He said to the man in glasses, "We are from the police station. You can go back with us to register the situation later. I will pay for this meal first. Help you pad it."

   The man with glasses said: "I can transfer it to you with my phone."

"talk later."

   Xiao Zhang got up to check out, and when the beauty finished eating, the four of them went back to the police station.

   Xiao Zhang is a household registration policeman, and he does not take care of the work of receiving the police. Now when it is off work time, Shi Dazhuang said: "Xiao Zhang, you are injured, go back first, and leave it to me here."

   Xiao Zhang said, "How can it be done? This is the job in the institute. After a while, Meng's return will have to tear me up."

   Shi Dazhuang didn’t insist anymore, and said, “Then you will go back when you finish the transcript for him. I’ll be here and wait for you Mengsuo~lightnovelpub.net~ Anyway, I have to stay at his house tonight.”

   Xiao Zhang said: "Okay!"

   Together they took notes to the man with glasses in the police reception room.

   The man with glasses said that his name is Bai Xiaosan and he came to travel from Zhongshan. I originally planned to live in the Mangdian Hotel, but there was an explosion and fire. The hotel was not completed and my wallet was lost. Because he didn't have his ID card, other hotels didn't accept him, let alone he still didn't pay cash.

   When he said his name, Bai Xiaosan pushed the spectacle frame on the bridge of his nose, and smiled a little shyly: "It's all taken by my parents. When it's hot, I don't use a bad word for Xiaosan."

  Poppy asked: "Why is Xiaosan a bad word? There are several people in Yuziba called Xiaosanli!"

   The three adults laughed.

   Bai Xiaosan asked: "What's the kid's name?"

   The beauty said: "My name is Poppies."

   Bai Xiaosan exclaimed in surprise: "Good name!" Then he began to recite the poem, "When is Chunhuaqiuyue, how much do you know about the past, Xiaolou was windy last night..."

   When he recites poems, he is completely different from speaking. Not only is his words straight and round, but he is also soft and soft. There is strength in his gentleness, his glasses are pulsating on the bridge of his nose, and his thin face glows with a different look.

The poppies were dumbfounded, tears filled her eyes, and she unconsciously read along: "...Will you be memorable, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward." When she finished reciting the last sentence, she It's already raining in Ewha, choked up and said to Shi Dazhuang, "Daddy, I miss my dad."

   At this time, there was a harsh brake sound outside.

   Xiao Zhang said: "Mengsuo and the others are back, let me go out and have a look." Then he walked out.

   Not long after, there was a gunshot. After the gunfire echoed, the town at dusk fell into silence again.