Bai Yueguang, he is two hundred catties

After finishing his work, the uncle of the pancake stand leaned his neck back and twisted his waist. He sat down and swiped his phone for a while, waiting for the video to buffer, when he suddenly saw two men coming from a distance.

He had seen one of them, and had just bought pancakes from him. He was wearing a black mask, revealing light brown eyes and thick long eyelashes. The eye sockets were quite deep, like a foreign male model.The other man looked young and glowing white, leaning on a slender cane. Although he was holding a cane, his legs were fine. He walked unhurriedly and walked towards the pancake and fruit stand with a smile.

Uncle Pancake had a leader come for no apparent reason, he felt tense during a surprise inspection, stood up at once, and stared at Kong Que with a blank expression.At this time, the video buffering of the mobile phone just finished, and the classic Kuaishou bgm was released: Superstar in Troubled Times.

The uncle came back to his senses suddenly, and hurriedly exited, and the two men just walked to the stall.

"Uncle, it's me again." The man wearing the mask looked at him and said with a smile, "Let's put pancakes and fruits on."

"Eh, okay."

These two are naturally Fang Man and Kong Que.It was the first time in his life that Kong Que ate a roadside stall, most of it was curiosity, and with a fascinated smile, he looked carefully at everything from the parasol to the wheels.

Fang Man remembered that Kong Que usually ate food that was paid by the gram, and was afraid that he would dislike him, so he comforted him, "It's okay, it looks crude, and you won't get sick if you eat it."

The uncle nodded again and again and said, "Yes, I've been selling pancakes for more than ten years, and no one has ever had a problem with my pancakes. Handsome guy, what should I add?"

When Fang Man was a child, pancakes could only roll tenderloin, chicken tenders, hot dogs, etc. Over the past few years, pancakes and fruit stalls have evolved to the point where everything can be rolled.

Kong Que added little raccoon crispy noodles, spicy konjac, Weilong spicy strips, Sichuan chicken fillets, and a thick layer of chili powder.

Basically, Kong Que added whatever the primary school students in the neighborhood liked to add.

Originally the uncle was supposed to give the pancake to Kong Que, but he didn't dare to look at Kong Que, and offered the pancake fruit to Fang Man, who was relatively approachable.

Fang Man's nose was itchy from the spicy smell, and he handed it to Kong Que, "Hold it yourself, ouch, this is so spicy."

Kong Que stretched out his index finger to hook the plastic bag, the pancakes were steaming hot, but the time for him and Fang Man to empathize had passed, so he couldn't smell it.

He stared at the huge pancake fruit, unable to figure out how to eat it.

Fang Man took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay, thanked the uncle, and led Kong Que towards home.

"Queer, aren't you hungry?" Fang Man put his elbow on Kong Que's shoulder and said lazily, "Eat while it's hot."

Kong Que smiled and said, "There are no tableware."

Fang Man: "...?"

Fang Man imagined that according to Kong Que's dining habits, he might plan to sit gracefully at the long dining table, holding a fork in one hand and a knife in the other, and precisely divided the pancakes into several small pieces, eating them. A mouthful of pancake fruit, a sip of red wine, and then looking down at all the living beings in the towering building, he insisted on eating six yuan pancakes for the effect of [-] yuan.

Thinking of this, Fang Man felt goosebumps all over his body.

Pancake fruit should have the way of eating pancake fruit!

"You don't need tableware to eat pancakes. You hold them and eat them like hamburgers!" Fang Man shook Kong Que's shoulders, "I haven't tried this way of eating, you have a try, it's so cool." !"

Kong Que: "...I have never eaten a hamburger."

"Go eat tomorrow."

Fang Man forced Kong Que to sit in the gazebo in the park, sat side by side with him, untied the plastic bag to wrap the pancakes, and handed them to Kong Que.

Kong Que took the cake and naturally put the stick aside.

Fang Man said: "Give it to me, what if someone snatches it away? It's quite expensive."

"I can't take it away." Although Kong Que said so, he still handed the cane to Fang Man.

Fang Man took it and his wrist sank.The peacock cane should be solid and very heavy. Thinking of Kong Que's head being hit by it, I couldn't help but feel scared, and now I wish Zhao Nuohong could stay in prison until he died.

It's good to be alive.Fang Man gently touched the back of Kong Que's head, the wound had healed, not even a scar was left, but the sequelae were still there.

"Is it tasty?"

"It's like running in the Sahara Desert." Kong Que tilted his head, "Do you want to eat?"

Although Fang Man can't eat spicy food, he is always keen to challenge new things, so he bent down and took a mouthful of konjac.

"Hiss—" Fang Man's extremely sensitive taste buds sounded the alarm, opened a can of Coke with a hiss, and took several gulps.

As night fell, the vines above the head swayed gently with the wind, and walkers walked past them in twos and threes.

Kong Que was sitting upright, holding the pancake fruit, biting one bite at a time. He was not afraid of spicy food, and his expression was normal, which was in stark contrast to Fang Man who was hissing and gasping next to him.

Kong Que swallowed a mouthful of spicy sticks, and said, "The way you stick out your tongue is somewhat similar to a dog. It's very interesting."

Fang Man laughed, straightened his long legs, and shook jiojio intermittently: "... I thank you."

Kong Que: "It's my first time eating on the side of the road."

"I see. Your posture is not the posture of eating roadside stalls." Fang Man shook his jio speed, "You also straighten your legs, you sit like you are in a meeting at the United Nations, relax a little, and slump down."

Kong Que straightened his legs, and Fang Man moved his left foot closer to touch Kong Que's small leather shoe with his flip flops.

Fang Man dubbed: "Little leather shoes, my name is Little Slippers, nice to meet you."

Kong Que was stunned, shook the toe of his leather shoes to touch Fang Man, and said in a low voice, "Hello."

Fang Man: "Howware you?"

Kong Que: "..."

Fang Man answered on his own, "i'm fine, thank you. and you?"

After Fang Man took it, he started laughing to himself. Kong Que didn't understand where Fang Man's smile was, but he relaxed inexplicably. After eating the last bite of pancake fruit, he squeezed the plastic bag into a ball and shook the jiojio with Fang Man .

Fang Man opened a can of Coke for Kong Que, touched him, and said, "I'm so happy now! If only you were like this all the time! Come on, we'll go back after drinking."

Kong Que drank Coke once in the well when he was a child, and he never drank it again, only eating Coke-flavored candy.He drank half a can in one go, and tasted it carefully—it wasn't too sweet, not as delicious as cola candy.

"Hic." Kong Que hiccupped.

Kong Que held his stomach curiously, and looked at Fang Man blankly: "What is this? Hiccup..."

Fang Man would be very happy every time he found that Kong Que looked like an ordinary person, and he burst out laughing. At that moment, he remembered the little boy he had rescued in the well when he was young. , as if he couldn't accept hiccups, very similar to Kong Que now.

"you are like……"

Fang Man paused for a moment. He was troubled by the Moonlight Goddess. He compared his heart to his heart. He thought it would be impolite to say that Kong Que looked like someone else, so he changed the subject, "You seem to be hiccupping. If I scare you, you won't be hiccupping."

After Fang Man finished speaking, he slapped Kong Que.

"How is it?" Fang Man looked at Kong Que expectantly.

Kong Que also looked at Fang Man expectantly, and said for a long while, "... hiccup."

Fang Man smashed his skills: "Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Kong Que: "..."