Jiang Xiao didn't know how to tell him for a moment.

As for Meng's performance in the past two days, she was very sure that she would be angry if she told him.

Still struggling, Jiang Songhai and the others came back, so she simply went out to help bring things up, and the topic did not continue. Until the evening, she wanted to pick up Mr. Meng with Chu Liang, and she had no chance to say it.

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Mr. Meng got off the train, and he arrived early. He said that he had to stop halfway and stop for twenty minutes, but it was cancelled, and arrived at the station more than twenty minutes earlier than the original time.

The capital was also very cold at this time, but the cooling in City M was biting cold, and a trace of cold kept drilling into the bones.

There are quite a few people getting off at this station, and there are rushing down, with 20 or 30 people.

Mr. Meng was holding a black travel bag in his hand and stood at the train station a little confused.

At this time, a car was pushed over and a sweet smell penetrated into my nose.

Roasted sweet potatoes?

Mr. Meng was attracted all of a sudden.

He also left the door in the early morning. When he went out, he found that Meng Chaojun had not come back yet.

Not back overnight.

If it weren't for Aunt Guo, no one would have known that he might have died at home.

Needless to think about it, I knew that the daughter-in-law ran back to her parents' home again, and his unscrupulous son followed him again.

When he came out, Meng Xinian's friend bought him a bag of face and a can of eight-treasure porridge, but after taking the train for a whole day and night, all the things had been eaten up, and there were not enough three meals.

There was nothing to eat at night until his weekdays.

At this time, Mr. Meng was already hungry.

Where can I resist when I see roasted sweet potatoes?

He immediately hurried over with his stuff and said to the vendor who sold roasted sweet potatoes: "Membersman, give me two roasted sweet potatoes!"

"Uncle, it just so happens that I have only two left."

The vendor originally planned to take these two home to eat by themselves, but the weather was too cold. He was guarding the last train. When he got off, he saw that everyone was about to leave the station, and he thought no one wanted to buy it.

When he met Mr. Meng, he seemed very happy.

You should eat less and you can earn two more money.

I just packed the bag and handed it to Mr. Meng. Suddenly someone rushed over from behind and snatched the two roasted sweet potatoes with one hand.

"I'm starving to death, give these two to me first! Is it 50 cents a dollar?" The man said as he threw a dollar over and turned around and wanted to peel off the roasted sweet potatoes.

When Mr. Meng smelled that sweet smell, he couldn't hold on.

He had just fainted last night and took the train for another day. He was not in good spirits. His bread and eight treasure porridge were cold. Now he was looking forward to something a little hot to warm the stomach and refresh the mind.

Unexpectedly, even the roasted sweet potatoes were stolen.

Mr. Meng was not a good-tempered person at first. Seeing this, he was furious and reached out and grabbed the two roasted sweet potatoes. At the same time, he scolded him angrily: "I said, do you know what it means to come first and then arrive? This is what I want to buy, what are you robbing?"

The man was wearing a blue cotton coat and a cotton hat on his head, and his nose looked red with cold. The sweet potato that was about to bite was snatched by Mr. Meng and was furious.

After seeing clearly whether he was an old man or a single man, he immediately became terrified.
Chapter completed!