Chapter 867: Scumbag Quotes

Old Zhao drove to Song Tan's house early in the morning. As soon as he got out of the car, he sighed with admiration:

"I haven't been here for a few months, and you've really upgraded! This road is so comfortable to walk on! It only took me a little over an hour from the vegetable market!"

It was cold, and he exhaled a puff of white air as he spoke. Feeling the morning sunlight that wasn't very warm, he couldn't help but rub his hands and ask:

"Have you... had breakfast yet?"

Song Tan was helpless: "The food is in the pot."

He arrived at 8 o'clock just to see the kudzu powder. In the middle of winter, why did he rush here? Everyone knew it in their hearts.

"Alright!" Old Zhao scurried into the kitchen.

Sweet potato porridge with sour and spicy sweet potato stems, plus two salted duck eggs and ham sausage scorched rice balls per person, breakfast was ready!

According to Grandma Tang, the Old Song family's breakfast was never health-conscious, mostly starch and starch.

But it couldn't be helped, it was delicious!

Even if people buried the bad ones in advance, the color of the soil and the appearance of the vegetables could still be seen.

Qiaoqiao promised without blinking, then asked: "Do you really only want a thousand jin of cabbage and radish this winter? What is that little bit enough for?"

I've even thought of the name: 【The Golden Family Prince Rebels, the Supreme Empress Personally Goes on an Expedition!】

Old Zhao:!!! A stab to the heart!

They gathered in groups of four or five on the wall, their black, shiny eyes staring tightly at the chestnut in Fan Lin's palm, their necks swaying up and down with the chestnut...

"How is it, domineering, right?" I said triumphantly.

After a mouthful of sweet potato porridge, Old Zhao's eyes seemed to be lit up: "Why don't you sell me these sweet potatoes?"

And at the other end of the wall, a fat, orange-white cat was lying quietly there. Along with the squirrel's movements, its front half was lying down, but its big butt was stuck high up!

Qiaoqiao found it hard to comment, so he could only perfunctorily say: "You're happy is fine."

And Qiaoqiao hurriedly appeased Old Zhao—after all, they had the friendship of setting up stalls together in the vegetable market, right?

"Give, give, give! You kid, are you doing this on purpose every day?"

Fan Lin sighed, looking exactly like a scumbag girl: "I didn't want to either, but he gave too much!"

Old Zhao then nodded: "That's fine... wait, you?! Who else is there?!"

In an instant, it bit one!

The squirrels squeaked and fled in all directions, panicking and choosing the wrong path. The one held in the orange cat's mouth relaxed instantly, its four limbs and tail hanging softly, focusing on emotional relaxation.

"If I had said how much to order in advance, and the price was high, do you believe that when it comes time to receive the goods, they could pull in the goods of all their aunts and uncles?"

But, sigh, packing in winter is too hard, and it's not our own vegetables, so let's just wholesale them!

Winter has arrived, and the sparse hair on their bodies has begun to become thick and dense, and their gray appearance has greatly improved. Coupled with the wisps of spiritual energy over time, they can now be called cute.

"Uncle, Teacher Xin said, when someone doesn't answer your question directly but changes the subject, either they don't want to answer, or they don't want to pay attention to you."

"Okay, okay, okay! Must! I'll prepare it for you too."

"I'm just tentatively ordering a thousand jin of radish and cabbage each, I'll decide how much to order after I taste the flavor."

Fan Lin didn't believe it.

Old Zhao is now a well-known shop in the city that wins by reputation, and he cherishes his feathers! At this moment, he said:

Qiaoqiao said as a matter of course: "My other partner!" Of course, actually there are also two Boss Qian and Boss Wang, as well as hundreds of thousands of fans and hundreds of good friends in the circle of friends...

Song Tan was holding a dried chestnut to tease the squirrels on the wall.

"Meow." The orange cat called out coquettishly, opened its mouth and spat out the squirrel, and pressed its tail with its paw.

This question was very difficult for the squirrel to answer; it was just happily holding the dried sweet potato, not caring at all that its tail was being stepped on.

"Meow-woo." Little Orange let out a coquettish cry, opened its mouth to spit out the squirrel again, and pressed its paw down on the squirrel's tail.

"Sss... so hot, so hot... phew, phew! Oh my, so fragrant!"

"Don't be in a hurry!"

Qiaoqiao laughed out loud and hurriedly said: "Song Tan, hurry up the mountain, Uncle Zhang is probably nervous."

Hmm, it's really quite cute.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Fan Lin reacted. At this moment, shouldering the mission of paying for the village and Uncle Zhang, he grabbed the two ends of his scarf and pulled, making himself look high-spirited, and went up the mountain heroically.

And Song Tan was wrapped in a scarf. At this moment, she carefully looked at Old Zhao, her eyes as clear as a spring:

Old Zhao has become more and more free and easy in doing business since he opened the big shop. At this moment, his mind is much more open, and he is no longer the sour little vendor who was jealous of others' good business in the vegetable market.

The hind paws kept kicking the ground to do a starting action, and then, seizing an opportunity, it rushed directly toward the squirrel group!

However, one of the protagonists, the squirrel, didn't run away. Its tail was pressed by the orange cat, but its bean eyes looked at Qiaoqiao pitifully and expectantly.

"Okay! You can put a hundred hearts in your stomach. There are few people in the village now, and few people plant radish and cabbage. When the time comes to receive the goods, I will take you directly to the field to dig them on the spot."

Old Zhao's sour tears were about to flow down: "There are only a few people in your village planting vegetables, how much is there in total? You actually found two people to collect them?!"

For example, at this moment, Old Zhao was holding a small bowl of sweet potato porridge, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket, squatting on the porch with difficulty, while anxiously using chopsticks to draw circles around the porridge:

Qiaoqiao was very distressed: "Alright, alright. Orange cat, don't always play with this one... change to the one on the roof, that one has a big tail, a big butt, and is good to bite!"

And vegetable vendor Old Zhao was holding a rice ball on the side, going crazy: "Don't change the subject, pay attention to me! Why don't you sell your sweet potatoes!"

"Besides, you worked before, you haven't dealt with rural people in business... In order to earn two cents, they dare to mix anything in."

For a while, hair flew everywhere, meowing and howling, making Zhang Yanping laugh wildly, while sighing: "Song Tan, if they fight again tomorrow morning, you open a livestream!"

Meanwhile, the vegetable vendor Old Zhao, clutching his rice ball, was furious but helpless on the side: "Don't interrupt! Listen to me! Why aren't you selling your sweet potatoes!"

And the squirrel didn't move, and the orange cat also felt bored. At this moment, it let go of its claws and turned to fight with its child—who had already grown up—don't know which orange it was.

"Alright, alright! Must! I'll prepare it for you too."

... ===== CHAPTER 868 =====