Hu Jiale jumped in front of the stalls, clicking a little one on this side and a little one on the other. Zhang Jiayong in the back had already had snacks full of food. Zhang Jiayong reminded Hu Jiale several times, but Hu Jiale rolled his eyes and ignored them.

Zhang Jiayong was a little depressed and felt that Hu Jiale was disgusting him. In just a while, the few hundred dollars in Zhang Jiayong's pocket were at the bottom. Although these snacks were just a little bit, the price was the essence rather than the size.

Take the roasted snail meat as an example. It is a field snail farmed by Antarctic ice water. There are only five bamboo sticks on a bamboo stick, but it costs fifty yuan, which is ten yuan per field snail meat. This makes Zhang Jiayong speechless. Just a gimmick like Antarctic ice water, the value of snails has doubled several times, but there are really people who believe it!

Fortunately, Hu Jiale is always a little girl and is also tired. After half an hour of eating and walking, she decided to find a fast food restaurant or beverage store to sit. Of course, Zhang Jiayong raised his hands to agree. It was not that he was tired, but that there were too many snacks in his hand, which almost blocked his face.

They casually found a relatively clean and tidy milk tea shop and went in. Hu Jiale ordered a large glass of orange juice. I thought it was because he was a little thirsty when he ate the snacks with a lot of ingredients. Zhang Jiayong ordered a glass of lemon juice.

Zhang Jiayong also specially asked the waiter for a plate. If he didn't put down the snacks in his hand, he wouldn't have to take the lemon juice to drink. The waiter was also very careful and even put a layer of plastic wrap on the plate, which made Zhang Jiayong nodded and thanked.

"Hey, there's so much food, do you want to eat something?" Perhaps I felt a little embarrassed, Hu Jiale, who was sitting opposite, pushed the plate full of snacks towards Zhang Jiayong, signaling him to eat something together.

"No, I'm afraid you're hungry, eat more. I've eaten just now." Zhang Jiayong couldn't see Hu Jiale's true intention. She couldn't eat it anymore! She wanted Zhang Jiayong to help share the burden! Just how much food can Hu Jiale have in her small body?

"Oh." Hu Jiale said lightly, while chewing at the chicken tips in his hand, he looked out the window. Seeing that this was really impossible to eat.

"How about you eat something? After walking for so long, you must be hungry. The boys digest quickly." After a while, Hu Jiale said again.

Zhang Jiayong is happy, Hu Jiale must be unable to eat it anymore, and he doesn't want to waste so much food. Now he is begging Zhang Jiayong to help solve these foods in disguise.

However, Zhang Jiayong knew that the girl was not very good at face, so he didn't expose it. He just nodded and said, "I'm indeed a little hungry, so I'll eat some."

Next, it almost became Zhang Jiayong's home court alone. Although he had eaten three big bowls of rice, he had almost digested it after the shopping and digestion just now. In addition, Zhang Jiayong was growing up, so it would not be a problem to eat such a little snack.

When Zhang Jiayong finished half a plate of snacks, Hu Jiale had just finished eating a chicken tip, but she obviously relaxed a lot because it would not cause food waste.

Hu Jiale has been a thrifty person since he was a child. He just bought so many snacks and bought things randomly, but in fact he just wanted to take revenge on Zhang Jiayong.

But to be honest, Zhang Jiayong has never offended Hu Jiale from beginning to end. Whether he was falsely accused of lifting his skirt or being hit by Hu Jiale in his arms, it was Hu Jiale's mistake. However, as a girl, he would never know what the mistake was. He would only transfer the mistakes on his body to the boy, or add trust in front of the boy and rely on it.

"Husband, look at the two people over there. Why is that man like eating a snack like a pig?" Just then, a word came from Zhang Jiayong's ears that made him feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Jiayong put down the skewers in his hand, looked up and looked aside, and found that a young man and woman came to the table next to him at some point, looking like a college student couple, but the man was dressed in a scattered manner, and the woman's face was also painted like a monster.

"Do you expect them to be able to eat high-end food like us?" The young man with a breathless look said proudly.

"Yeah, that's right. It's better to find a good husband than to have a good education these days." The woman with a face like a ghost-painted talisman on her face looked at the young man affectionately.

The young man seemed to be very consuming this set, raised his lips very complacently, and said, "Waiter, come two of the most expensive drinks!"

Although the waiter was also dissatisfied with what the two of them said, she was a guest after all, and she herself was not the boss, so she could only make two of the most expensive drinks as required by the guest.

Zhang Jiayong chose to ignore these two stupid words directly. When the forest is big, there will naturally be any bird. There are no ten or eight out of a hundred people who have high self-esteem.

Ma Sanhe has just been promoted to the manager of the venue, which is equivalent to the biggest manager in the venue. He is naturally very proud and wants to bring his girlfriend out to celebrate.

Ma Sanhe's girlfriend Fan Haijiao also became proud of Ma Sanhe's promotion. She immediately showed off her sister group in various ways, and she would show off her husband to everyone when she left the house.

Little did they know that many people were unwilling to Fan Haijiao's show-off behind their backs, and they thought that this woman was shameless and had not even gotten married, so her husband kept screaming.

Although Zhang Jiayong ignored these two stupid words, it did not mean that others would not care. For example, Hu Jiale, when he heard Ma Sanhe and Fan Haijiao say this, Hu Jiale was immediately dissatisfied. He put down the chicken tip that had been chewed halfway, stood up and pointed at the two and shouted, "What are you saying?"

"What are you talking about? Tell me two poor guys." Fan Haijiao was displeased when she saw Hu Jiale that she dared to stand up and talk back. She immediately became unhappy and said with disgust.

"How could there be someone with such low-quality people? Is it your turn to be fooled by others?" Hu Jiale said angrily.

Zhang Jiayong was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Hu Jiale would also spit out the word "blind pussy". However, thinking of Hu Jiale's behavior of directly holding the dish plate over his head, Zhang Jiayong felt that it was no big deal.

"My mouth grows on me. What do you want me to care about me?" Fan Haijiao also stood up, stepped on the stool, and said like a curse.

Looking at Fan Haijiao's attitude of being a shrew, Hu Jiale was really helpless. She couldn't be so disgusted with her so much that she had no image, so she had to stare at Fan Haijiao angrily.

"Little sister, seeing that you look pretty good, I advise you to find a good partner. What kind of happiness can a poor man like him who can only take you to street stalls give you? Why not follow me, brother, and I will give you happiness every day." Ma Sanhe also stood up and teased.

Ma Sanhe's teasing attracted Fan Haijiao's dissatisfaction, "What? I just got promoted and thought of getting rid of me and finding a young boy to play with? I think you're itchy!"

"No, no, at most, I can accept her as a bed warmer girl." Ma Sanhe nodded quickly and said with a smile. Fan Haijiao's brother has some status in the world, so even if Ma Sanhe is promoted to the top, he dare not refuse Fan Haijiao.

Zhang Jiayong frowned. Fan Haijiao's words caused him extreme discomfort. At this point, if he remained silent and did nothing, it would be a bit unreasonable.

"If you claim to be noble, you can go to high-end Western restaurants and other places. Why do you have to come to this milk tea shop to show off your power?" Zhang Jiayong said lightly, his tone was plain, but he was full of sharpness.

"It's my own business to go where I go. Do you want you to take care of it?" Ma Sanhe said fiercely.

"You have given birth to a son? You don't even have a son, just say one by one. Do you want Xi to be a father? But looking at your madman, it's probably hard for you to be a father?" Zhang Jiayong retorted without any fluctuation.

"What did you say?" Fan Haijiao gritted her teeth and dragged her tone. Zhang Jiayong's meaning was that he would cuckold Ma Sanhe and make him happy as his father. How could he bear it?

"Whoever roars and calls me will tell you." Zhang Jiayong finished the last skewers and said slowly.

Just when both sides seemed to be at a strife, the waiter came to Ma Sanhe and Fan Haijiao's tables with two glasses of "most expensive drinks", put down the drink and said lightly: "Your most expensive drink."

Fan Haijiao and Ma Sanhe were also a little thirsty because they spoke too much. So when they saw the drink coming, they picked it up and took a sip, but they squirted it out as soon as they were in their mouths.

"What the hell did you give us? Is this gasoline?" Ma Sanhe threw the drink directly to the ground, and the glass cup containing the drink was smashed to pieces.

"A glass of one hundred yuan, please compensate you later." The waiter said as he looked at the broken glass.

"I still want compensation from me? I didn't want compensation from you! What kind of drink is this? This is gasoline! Do you want to kill me?" Ma Sanhe roared.

"This is our most expensive drink, called versatile, which contains dozens of fruits such as avocado, passion fruit, banana, red pomelo, etc., and they are made by juice together." The waiter introduced.

"Baidai, are you calling me Baidai?" When Ma Sanhe heard this word, he was in a irritable and sensitive period and was even more angry.

Zhang Jiayong shook his head. This kind of low-quality person is really a weird thing. He didn't know about the most expensive drink he called in advance. Now he thinks it's not delicious. Who is he blamed? This is the end of pretending to be random.

"I tell you, if you don't compensate me for three or five thousand yuan today, you won't be able to open this store!" Ma Sanhe said coldly. He used to be a scammer and scrambled to live by blackmail, but now he is skilled in this milk tea shop.
Chapter completed!