Yan Shiting's face was as cold as a glacier, and he found this little bunny so difficult to deal with. I really don't know what kind of king **** was born.

Taking out the checkbook from his pocket, he quickly filled in a check, "Even if the fried rice fee is fine, I will give you 100,000 yuan to buy sugar to eat."

"Yeah!" Xiao Bao rounded Shui Gulu's eyes in surprise, "Uncle Yan, you slacked off and actually smashed me with money!"

Yan Shiting thought, Cheng Yingxuan also said he smashed it with money, and it turned out to be two mothers and sons, "Will you go to the bank to exchange the cheques?"

Xiaobao carried her little hand on her back and missed it, "Yes, but I only need five thousand."

Yan Shiting looked at the little guy's sample and thought he was young and did not understand the concept of money. He kindly explained, "One hundred thousand can buy a lot of sugar and many toys. It is more valuable than five thousand."

"Uncle Yan doesn't think I don't know the purchasing power of 100,000 yuan?" Xiao Bao raised his head in disdain and looked at him. "The white-collar workers' wages are now 8,000 to 10,000 a month, 100,000 yuan. The money is almost one year's salary. The less paid, not so much."

Yan Shiting raised an eyebrow, "Do you still want it?"

Xiaobao sniffed in her nose, "Don't think I don't know, you gave me 100,000, it was given to my mother's face. No. I don't have the money to take it with my mother. I really take it My mom won’t be happy with your money. I can’t charge you so much money, it’s hard for my mom to be a man.”

Reaching out the right hand, the little thumb rubbed the index finger and **** between the fingertips, asking for money. "Five thousand."

Yan Shiting was speechless by the clever little devil, and obediently withdrew him a stack of banknotes from the wallet. I really don’t know if the kids are so smart now, or is this little bunny an exception?

Xiaobao counts the money, and the little money moves quickly and professionally.

Yan Shiting was surprised, which is the speed of the child's movement to order money?

Xiaobao glanced at him, and he knew what he was thinking, "Don't be so surprised, it's not just counting money. With my IQ, when I see the gestures of handsome guys and girls at the bank counter, I just take a glance. In this world, not only Uncle Yan, you have an IQ of 200. So is Ben Xiaobao."

He took out five hundred-dollar bills and handed him back, "Well, five more, and you."

Yan Shiting did not answer, "When you are tipped."

"No need." The little guy nodded his toes and tucked his money into his wallet. "I'm not a waiter. You tip yourself to buy sugar."

Yan Shiting's eyes twitched, like the death of a knife-faced face, "I don't eat sugar."

Cheng Xiaobao put the five thousand yuan into a small trouser pocket, and the pocket was full of money, and he was in a good mood. He recooked eggs and fried rice.

"Why are you cooking rice again?" Yan Shiting didn't understand.

"I'm afraid that my mother and I won't eat enough. Make a little more." The little guy replied with a sweet smile, and his two eyes turned into crooked crescent moons, so cute. Someone will vomit to stay!

Yan Shiting looked at him and smiled. Although cute and dazzling, he always felt strange and couldn't think of it. He went to the restaurant with his own meal.

As soon as Cheng Xiaobao saw him go, he dumped his previously fried rice. After a few minutes, he also arrived at the restaurant with the newly fried two plates of egg fried rice, put on chopsticks, opened two boxes of milk, and directed it toward the living room. Cheng Yingxuan called out, "Mom, have dinner."

Cheng Yingxuan came over, and Xiaobao took the initiative to help her to open the chair at the dining table and let her sit down.