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This woman Wang Rui is not too aggressive, her voice is loud and high-pitched, "Your wings are stiff, aren't you?"

Fortunately, Ren Kuan was quick and hugged Jiu'er into his arms, frowning and looking at the woman in front of him with anger.

Wang Rui let out an "Ouch" pretending to be angry, and said seriously: "Boss Ren, you have taken people out of my shop a few times, are you reluctant to give this little money?"

After finishing speaking, he danced and pointed at the street, "Cheating the little boy, aren't you? Let everyone on the street see that you are a big man, and you are coaxing and tricking the little boy. Are you embarrassed?"

People on this street are all watching the excitement, and the small hotel opposite the massage shop has just opened for business. A few women are leaning on the chairs, watching Ren Kuan's jokes with Erlang's legs crossed.

Ren Kuan was most annoyed by other people talking to him in a weird way, and he was afraid that Jiu'er would think too much, so he looked down and saw the little thing hiding in his arms with a bright smile on his face, cooperating as if nothing had happened. Why do you have such a big heart when you pretend to be something?

Ren Kuan took a step back and thought, don't take these people too seriously, for a woman like Wang Rui, the more she pissed her off, the more she would get angry.

After thinking it through, Ren Kuan let out a breath slowly, looked at Wang Rui calmly, and said lightly, "I won't take you out if you shout so loudly."

"Hey!" This shameless person is most afraid of meeting even more shameless ones. Wang Rui has repeatedly suffered from Ren Kuan, so he can only find Jiu'er to be unhappy, "Jiu'er, are you playing wild, aren't you? If you are a person, you just follow him." run."

Wang Rui wanted to catch Jiu'er several times, but was blocked by Ren Kuan, and finally said impatiently: "Boss Ren, does Jiu'er not have to go to work? Or do you want to raise him for the rest of his life?"

It's not that he can't afford to raise him, but it's a great responsibility to say that, and he can't decide the future of leeks just by acting on his own will.

Ren Kuan didn't bother to talk to the woman, he lowered his head and said to Jiu'er, "I'm going to the shop first."

He didn't know how fierce Wang Rui would be to Jiu'er, and said in a deep voice, "If she fights with you, I can hear you calling me."

After slowly releasing the leek, Ren Kuan took out another 100 yuan in cash from his pocket and stuffed it into Wang Rui's hand, "100 yuan, right?"

Before Wang Rui could gnaw, Jiu'er scratched wildly with both hands, "Brother Kuan..." Don't give me any more money, he really will not be able to pay it back.

It's a pity that there is no match for a healthy person. Wang Rui pulled Jiu'er and smiled: "I don't want to talk to Boss Ren about money early in the morning. The main reason is that we are afraid that Jiu'er will be bullied."

Ren Kuan didn't know yet whether he was going two-faced and three-handed with him, whether he was afraid that Jiu'er would be bullied, in front of the neighbors, or because he was asking for money.

Ren Kuan didn't bother with her, and greeted Jiu'er again, "Jiu'er, I'm leaving first."

"Goodbye, Brother Kuan..." Jiu'er's words were full of reluctance.

Ren Kuan had the illusion that he was sending his child to kindergarten. When he turned his head, Jiuer had to find a place to hide and cry. He wanted to take him away. He still had a lot of things to do, so he was worried about not taking him away. , It turns out that raising children is so worrying.

As soon as Ren Kuan arrived at the store, he asked Zhang Qi to help him collect the ingredients, and opened the online shopping app with his mobile phone.

Last night, he also promised to buy a helmet with a bamboo dragonfly. Ren Kuan still thinks about it in his heart, and he doesn't do anything else. He can set an example with his children, and at least he must pay attention to credibility.

There are too many gaudy helmets, and the price is not half as much as his. The main thing is to look good. Ren Kuan chose a cartoon pattern. He can almost imagine that Jiu'er is wearing this thing, looking silly, muttering after placing the order , "It's a pity, the little blind man can't see it."

Ren Kuan only thought about the matter of his restaurant after settling his mind. Pushing his phone, he shouted, "Master Zhang, are you finished collecting?"

"Received... finished..." Zhang Qi stammered inexplicably, "just finished collecting..."

Ren Kuan poked his head in his trouser pocket and saw Zhang Qichu was turning around the corner, when a young man ran away with his back turned.

Ren Kuan hissed, and greeted him, "Master Zhang, who is this?" He saw that this figure looked familiar.

I don't know why Zhang Qi is flustered, rubbing his hands on his trouser legs, "No one...asking for directions..." Zhang Qi pointed at the wet noodles beside him, "Boss Ren, I have already ordered...the quantity is no problem , is fresh alkaline noodles..."

Ren Kuan didn't take it seriously, "Okay, let Xiao Sun move in."

It was approaching noon, seeing the beeping sound of takeaway orders, Ren Kuan didn't even have time to read the order, so he hurriedly packed a box of pot stickers, thinking of sending them to Jiu'er, and said to Zhang Qi, "Master Zhang, help me read it." Take it easy, I'll be back later."

Holding the lunch box, Ren Kuan trotted all the way to the massage club, thinking about what to eat for Mao'er at noon, he had to make it ahead of time, he couldn't rush to work at noon, he had to let Jiu'er choose what he wanted to eat.

Thinking of this, Ren Kuan found himself in a difficult situation again, how many dishes this little bumpkin can order, he can't be expected to choose by himself.

It was only a few steps from Ren Kuan's small restaurant to the massage club. Before he could figure it out, he was already standing at the entrance of the massage shop. Grind your nails in the lobby.

"Hey! Boss Ren is here." Wang Rui was still polite to Ren Kuan for the sake of the 100 yuan in the morning, "Boss Ren is here to deliver food, or should he take Jiu'er out?"

This woman is not eccentric, so she can't talk anymore, Ren Kuanfu slandered, before he could match Wang Rui's tone, Jiu'er poked his head out from the corridor, and stretched the blind stick in the air, vividly Shouted: "Brother Kuan..."

I don't know if this little thing clicked on the radar, but the siren beeped only when Ren Kuan was nearby, for fear of missing any movement of Ren Kuan.

To be honest, at this kind of scene, Ren Kuan had the urge to turn around and leave immediately. He said that he raised a small quail with broken wings. Feeding is not very good.

Ren Kuan said "hmm" and wanted to leave, but suddenly it was dark around him, he turned his head, a thick bald head, with a briefcase under his creaking nest, he dragged into the massage parlor like [-].

Wang Rui stood up just like seeing a cash cow, and she made a coquettish voice, which made Ren Kuan feel disgusted.

"Boss Wei." Wang Rui clapped her hands, and rushed to meet him, half of her body was almost attached to Boss Wei, "What wind brought you here."

People like Boss Wei liked Wang Rui's suit the most. He stretched his arms around Wang Rui's waist, "You press me, don't want anyone else."

"All right, all right! You go up first, I'll come right away." Wang Rui watched Boss Wei go upstairs graciously, then turned her head and changed her face and said, "Jiuer, don't run like oil on my feet. You are not allowed to go anywhere, and your salary will be deducted when you leave this door.”

This is really embarrassing, Jiu'er works for her, and it's not like she's going to jail, and she doesn't give much money, so she gets a lot of control.

Ren Kuan couldn't get angry here, and Jiu'er looked up in a daze, wondering if he listened or not.

Wang Rui walked upstairs angrily, the sound of high-heeled shoes fading away, Jiu Er grinned silly, and walked in front of Ren Kuan with ease, "Brother Kuan!"

He ignored Wang Rui's words, and the punishment of deducting wages could not suppress this turbulent little quail. Ren Kuan felt relieved and funny, but Wang Rui looked sour, and there was really no other way to take leeks.

Ren Kuan was afraid to leave Wang Rui with something to say, so he pulled Jiu'er to sit at the door, opened the lunch box in his hand, broke open the chopsticks, and handed it to Jiu'er.

The burnt smell of the pot stickers came to the nostrils, Jiu'er held the lunch box and said excitedly: "Guotie!"

"You haven't eaten yet." Ren Kuan came in a hurry and didn't even bring a bowl of soup. He was afraid that the leeks would be uncomfortable, so he looked up at the small shop on the stairs and said, "Give me Wangzai milk."

The can was opened with a "click", and Ren Kuan put it next to Jiu'er, "You can still remember the taste, dog nose."

Jiu'er's filter towards Ren Kuan was a bit thick, and he thought Ren Kuan was praising him when he said anything, and smiled innocently at Ren Kuan, "It smells good."

"I don't think you think it tastes bad." Ren Kuan urged, "Hurry up and eat, I have to go back to the store after eating."

Jiu'er knew that Ren Kuan was not impatient with him, so he said sincerely, "Brother Kuan's cooking is delicious."

"Tsk." Ren Kuan smiled and lit a cigarette, feeling warm in his heart.

The more people you see, the less sincerity, the compliments from others are always flattering, but Liu'er's is different, liking is really liking, from the heart.

The mouth is so sweet, it can reach Ren Kuan's heart.

Satisfied Ren Kuan's vanity, he was also extraordinarily talkative, brushed off the cigarette ash in his hand, "I think you don't like sweet and salty food, let's do it tomorrow... I'll steam you some desserts, sweet ones."

Whether it is sweet or salty, leeks are always welcome, easy to feed.

Chef Ren Kuan had all sorts of thoughts in his head when he talked about food, "Those high-end ones are too good-looking to be real, sweet potatoes are the best, and they are eaten in winter. It's still sweet in your mouth."

Hearing Ren Kuan's speech fascinated, Jiu'er lifted his chin and chopsticks, and asked curiously, "How sweet?"

As soon as Ren Kuan lowered his head, Jiu'er's unfocused eyeballs were like dusty pearls, his small face was full of longing, and the corner of his mouth was still stained with the crust of dumpling skin.

"How sweet?" Ren Kuan used his index finger to wipe away the crackle at the corner of Jiu'er's mouth. A trace of unwillingness and sadness welled up in his heart. Losing a pair of eyes not only deprived Jiu'er of the right to see the world, but also the scope of life of Jiu'er. have great limitations.

Ren Kuan made fun of him as a little country bumpkin, not because he had never seen the big world, but because he had no chance to touch some ordinary things.

Life has been in a hurry for decades, leaving too many regrets for Jiuer.

Ren Kuan threw away the cigarette in his hand, stomped it out again, rubbed his fingertips on Jiu'er's cheek, and replied in a low voice, "Not as sweet as you."