You Boys Play Games Very Well

Shan Zhu's classmate Hong Maodan was carrying mangoes, and seeing Shan Zhu and Ling Meng come back empty-handed from a distance, it was no surprise that they finished distributing the leaflets so quickly.

"Yo~~~~ Papa Ning!" Shan Zhu's friends all knew this famous smoker, and they started booing from a long distance away.

Ling Meng pretended not to hear and walked forward, Hong Maodan greeted him loudly: "Father Lemon, may I treat you to a mango?"

Ling Meng immediately turned back: "Really?"

"Of course, I'll make you a huge one!"

"Great, mangoes are my favorite."

Later, Shan Zhu reminded him friendly: "Take it easy, he will eat up our booth."

The mango is very sweet, soaked in yogurt, and watermelon, cantaloupe and sago are added in it, Ling Meng is full of praise.

"It's really delicious, you should try it too." He recommended to Shan Zhu who was passing by carrying a mango box. Shan Zhu bowed his head and ate the spoonful of mango he had just scooped up.

"Well, it's delicious."

Ling Meng: ...

He intended to ask Shan Zhu to ask Hong Maotan for a new one, but he didn't expect him to eat it directly with the spoon he used, and he really didn't mind at all.Now it's Ling Meng's turn to worry, should he still use the spoon that Shan Zhu swallowed?

Xihua couldn't wait for Ling Meng to come back for a long time, and turned her head to find him feasting next door.

"It's too much. I managed to find a boy to help me, but you actually tricked him away with a bowl of mango."

Seeing that it was a beautiful woman who called out, Hong Maodan turned back with a smile: "Don't be angry, beautiful woman, I will treat you to a bowl too."

The first customer came to the door, and she wavered with two coupons.

"I'm ordering a lemon ice next door, can I eat mango ice at your place?"

"You just order a mango lao here, and it's okay to eat lemon ice next door. Our two families are one family."

Hong Maodan's words made Ling Meng and Shan Zhu shuttle between the two booths non-stop. The news about the handsome guy here was spread through social software. It's a girl.

"I'll buy a lemon ice and a mango loaf, can I take a photo with the two waiters?"

Before Ling Meng could speak, Shan Zhu sold him out: "No problem, we will try our best to meet the reasonable requests of customers."

Ling Meng stood beside the strange young lady, and stiffly made a V gesture.

Someone made a precedent and there was a second and a third. Ling Meng couldn't think of any other poses, so they all made a V to the end.

It's not that no one recognized Ling Meng.

"Eh? Aren't you that emoji?"

"It's really not, you've got the wrong person." Ling Meng replied blankly.

"Impossible! Puff your cheeks and let me see."

Ling Meng puffed up her cheeks.

"That's right! It's you!"

Continue to take pictures.

"Dad Ning? I'm not blind, am I? Is it really me?"

Ling Meng, who had given up struggling, said, "Isn't it just a group photo? Come on, come on."

Fortunately, those who recognized him as Lemon's father were all boys, Ling Meng was no longer restrained, but instead looked disgusted.

After posing for a photo, he turned to look for Shan Zhu, and had already hid behind him. His voice was too recognizable, and it was hard not to be recognized by Galaxy players.

If word spread that Mangshen was here, Ling Meng thought to himself, Mango Lao doesn't need to be sold, just take a photo for a fee.

The more guests there are, the more weird requests there are, such as this one.

"I'll buy a lemon ice and a mango loaf, can I have a group photo of these two waiters?"

Ling Meng was ready to compare with V, unexpectedly, the other party did not stand between them.

"I mean, a photo of the two of you."

"Ah?" Ling Meng's V-shaped hand paused in the air, not understanding what she meant.

Shan Zhu grabbed his shoulders: "Is that so?"

"Can you be any more intimate?"

Shan Zhu took advantage of Ling Meng's surprise and hugged the princess from behind.

"Okay, okay!" The guest excitedly raised his mobile phone and snapped wildly.

"Hi!" Ling Meng protested.

"Customer is god."

God packed five servings of lemon ice and five servings of mango and left happily, and the two stalls put up a sold out notice board at the same time.

Ling Meng slumped on the table, Shan Zhu sat down beside him, and put the last piece of ice cream in front of him.

"Are you tired?"

"It's mainly because I'm tired," Ling Meng struggled to get up, "I didn't expect that to be an anchor, you have to pretend to be rotten, and to sell desserts, you have to pretend to be rotten. Life is really too difficult."

"That's right," Ling Meng stretched out his fist, "Take out your hand."

A lemon brooch fell into Shan Zhu's open palm.

"I asked for it too late. All the gifts have been sent out, and only this one I am wearing is left. If you like it, I will give it to you."