Chapter 29: Damu, Brother brought money—you can eat at ease

After getting rid of Yi Zhonghai's lake.

Shazhu then saw Xu Daming, who was eager to be treated.

This bastard is really no good.

To avenge last night's grudge and also because he wanted to eat a lot, Xu Daming simply didn't eat lunch, claiming he was fasting, but actually just saving up to eat together at night—he was even more calculating than Yan Fugui.

"Xu Daming, you go first, I'll change clothes."

Upon hearing Shazhu's words.

Xu Daming instantly grew an extra scheming thought.

"You go first, I'll be right after."

The classic tone of standing someone up.

"Shazhu, cut it out—aren't you just not going because I went ahead first, you kid, changing clothes? It's not a blind date." Xu Daming wore the expression of having seen through Shazhu's tricks, "I won't fall for your tricks; I'll go first to release water, and no matter what I'll eat back last night's interest."

Shazhu ignored Xu Daming, went back inside and changed into a different top.

He pushed the door and came out.

He saw He Yushui already waiting at the door.

Not diligent in study.

Top eater.

A pure, simple, unadorned plain‑rice eater.

No need to greet—he came on his own.

Shazhu took the little girl's hand and walked toward the front courtyard; out of the corner of his eye he faintly saw several heads appearing on the glass of Yi Zhonghai's house.

"Shazhu, you can bring Yushui, but you must not let Yushui drink alcohol."

Suffer a setback.

Gain wisdom.

Last night, because Yushui drank baijiu, it caused Xu Daming to spend money.

This meme.

Now nothing can be reproduced.

"Xu Daming, aren't you jealous of me?"

I'm jealous of a hammer!

I'm worried I'll have to pay again!

Xu Daming turned his face and saw Yan Jie Di just returning from outside after buying soy sauce; he instantly had an idea and greeted him.

Yan Fugui hurriedly stopped him.

Shazhu letting them take away dumplings is enough to give Yan Fugui face.

Absolutely cannot bring Yan Jie Di along.

Eating, taking, and bringing people.

What kind of talk is that?

"Third Uncle, Shazhu angered me—angered me for having no sister; this anger I, Xu Daming, cannot tolerate no matter what. Today I will regard Yan Jie Di as my sister for a day, and I'll bring her to eat dumplings."

"Third Uncle, that's not appropriate."

"What's inappropriate about it? Isn't it just a matter of having an extra pair of chopsticks?"

Xu Daming provocatively glanced at Shazhu.

Yan Fugui took the opportunity to signal Yan Jie Di to hurry back inside.

"Third Uncle, what Xu Daming said is right—it's just a matter of adding an extra pair of chopsticks. Bring Jiedi along, let her accompany Yushui, so we don't have to worry about them secretly drinking baijiu when we're not looking."

Yan Fugui's face showed an embarrassed expression.

This old miser.

Still embarrassed.

"Third Uncle, don't be embarrassed, it's settled: Jiedi, come on, come on, walk with your sister Yushui; tonight we'll eat dumplings, your task is to keep an eye on Yushui, not let her drink alcohol—do you have confidence to complete this task?"

Yan Jie Di looked at Yan Fugui.

"Shazhu, then I'll bring a bottle of liquor."

Shazhu paused for seven or eight seconds.

He nodded.

Yan Fugui chuckled, pushed the door and entered the house, picked up an unopened bottle of Red Star Erguotou, gave a reminder to Third Aunt and the others, then left, following Shazhu and them toward Liu Bi Ju.

Midway.

Yan Fugui suddenly asked out of the blue.

"Shazhu, I remember Liu Bi Ju sells pickled vegetables; when did they start selling dumplings?"

"What Xu Daming said."

Shazhu kicked the ball to Xu Daming.

It was Xu Daming who insisted that Shazhu treat them today at Liu Bi Ju.

"You guys wouldn't know this, Liu Bi Ju sells pickled vegetables, but I heard people say that the new society, new atmosphere, new owner wants reform, so Liu Bi Ju started selling dumplings."

"That's how it is." Yan Fugui stopped, looked at Shazhu, "Shazhu, Liu Bi Ju sells pickled vegetables, these dumplings definitely won't be authentic; Third Uncle's idea is to find a dumpling shop nearby and just eat something; what do you think?"

Yan Fugui's stinginess is just stinginess.

At critical moments, others also consider you.

Using the possibility that Liu Bi Ju's dumplings might not be authentic as an excuse, they suggested eating nearby.

Originally, it was also to save Shazhu money.

Hu Lai Shi and De Ke Shi are both burger restaurants, but Hu Lai Shi is just cheaper than De Ke Shi.

"What San Daye said makes sense; then let's just pick any place."

Xu Daming isn't concerned about whether we go to Liu Bi Ju to eat; he's concerned about making Shazhu pay for tonight's meal no matter what.

The two are rivals; why should Shazhu treat, and Xu Daming has to help Shazhu pay?

Five people.

All three adults agreed.

Even if He Yushui and Yan Jie Di, two little brats, disagree, it won't make a difference.

Several people, chatting and laughing, walked toward a nearby dumpling shop.

Unlike yesterday.

Today Xu Daming is much more tough.

He entered the dumpling shop like the leader.

Found a table and sat down.

He waved at the waiter, pointing at Shazhu and said, "Shazhu, hurry up and show your money."

A speechless smile flickered across Shazhu's face.

Xu Daming was worried that if Shazhu changed clothes, he'd use the excuse of not bringing money to avoid paying for the meal, so he simply had Shazhu show his money.

He showed his money.

They ate.

He couldn't produce money.

Shazhu went home to get it.

"Xu Daming, eat at ease; we have money, you still don't believe us."

Shazhu said while pulling several bills from his upper coat pocket.

These were specially brought just in case there wasn't enough money to pay the bill.

Three 10,000-yuan notes, five 1,000-yuan notes, and three 500-yuan notes.

He slapped the money down in front of Xu Daming.

"Xu Daming, can you relax now? Can we order dumplings?"

"Shazhu, let me speak frankly—I'm still worried you didn't bring money." Xu Daming, unafraid of losing face, spoke his mind, then turned to the waiter: "Three jin of pork dumplings, two jin to eat here, one jin to take away; San Daye, please take it with you when you leave; one jin of lamb dumplings, one and a half jin of three-filling dumplings; also bring us a plate of pork head meat and three cups of baijiu."

Not long after.

The dumplings were served.

Several people began eating and drinking.

Perhaps it was because the three had drunk alcohol.

The atmosphere inexplicably rose a lot.

Yan Fugui's chatterbox also opened up.

Seeing Shazhu and Xu Daming engaged in a drinking contest, he hurried to stop their behavior.

"Shazhu, Xu Daming, eat some dumplings; don't just keep drinking—you two have finished a bottle of erguotou. It's not that San Daye feels sorry for the liquor; he's worried you'll drink too much."

Mainly, he's worried that if you two drink too much, no one will pay the bill.

Yesterday, Shazhu invited Xu Daming to a meal, but Xu Daming ended up paying—a confused affair that is still widely rumored in the Siheyuan.

He, the esteemed San Daye of the Siheyuan, cannot follow in Xu Daming's footsteps.

Xu Daming pointed at Yan Fugui with his hand and let out a belch.

"San Daye, you're not afraid we'll drink too much; you're afraid we'll drink too much and no one will pay the bill."