Jiang Qin parked the car at the foot of the mountain, took the little rich woman’s hand, and greeted Guo Zihang. The three of them walked up the mountain, and finally came to Yang Shuan’s stall.
“Uncle, are you here?”
“Hey, my aunt is here too? Welcome!”
Yang Shuan immediately brought the maza and handed it over, as enthusiastically as a loser.
Jiang Qin frowned and thought to himself: What’s wrong with this guy who is addicted to red envelopes? Damn, he always forces the pairing like this, one for each uncle and aunt. You have already missed your uncle’s big red envelope, don’t you know?
“You guys stand here for a while, I’ll go next door and take a look.”
Jiang Qin looked to the side for a few times, then turned and walked to the next stall. As soon as he handed over the cigarette, he started chatting with the stall owner.
The temple fair in Wu’an Mountain started the day before yesterday and lasted for five days. They had arrived relatively late. The stall owners who had already set up stalls would have a lot of experience. A cigarette is not valuable, so they should get some information first. It’s also good.
At the same time, Guo Zihang pulled Yang Shuan aside and lowered his voice: “Old Yang, didn’t you have any psychological burden just now?”
“What kind of psychological burden?” Yang Shuan looked confused.
As time goes by, more and more boys come to the mutton soup stall to watch Feng Nanshu.
Of course, the glare Jiang Qin received increased with time.
However, his soul was already very old, and he had almost forgotten the names and looks of his high school classmates. He couldn’t even recognize the people in his own class, let alone someone from the next class.
But Yang Shu’an knew the information about these people very well, and he kept talking about all their treasures.
“That one is the second child in class one. His monthly test scores are always behind my aunt.”
“That guy’s name is Liu He, he’s studying to be a flight attendant. Many people say he’s the school sweetheart. He’s said he likes his aunt more than once.”
“And that one, Sun Lei, a second-generation rich man. His family has some money. He often goes to the stairs to meet his aunt.”
“That guy’s name is Cao Jian, from Class 6. He’s nothing special. Just like Lao Guo and I, we’re nothing special.”
“…”
Yang Shuan reached out and scooped up a bowl of mutton soup and handed it to the guest. He casually said “it’s nothing” and made Guo Zihang’s face turn black.
Jiang Qin smiled indifferently and said to himself that the child’s behavior was so childish and immature. Then he put on the hat of the down jacket on the little rich woman, covering her beautiful little face so that no one could see it.
“Uncle, judging by the shape of their mouths, they should be scolding you now. Do you want to scold you back?”
Yang Shuan put the lid on the pot and asked casually.
“No need for Shu’an, you have to learn to keep a low profile as a person, and even if you get scolded, you have to convince people with reason.”