Sweet 80s

After lunch, they took a short break.

Li Xiuzhi was still worried about her little grandson who was frightened, so she secretly called her grandchildren who were playing in the yard without telling Lin Xiangdong and his wife.

"Dabao, come here."

"What's the matter, grandma?"

She took out a small square bag with red and white stripes from her trouser pocket, took out a dollar from it and handed it to Dabao.

"You, take Erbao to the village store to buy some of his favorite food."

Dabao danced with joy at first, but then he changed his mind.

I took this huge sum of money and bought all the snacks. If my parents knew about it, it would be okay in front of my grandparents, but I would be in trouble when I get home tomorrow.

"Thank you grandma, we just had a full meal, we are not hungry."

"I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat popsicles!" When Erbao heard that his brother didn't want money, he jumped up and down anxiously.

"That's right, snacks don't take up space in your stomach, take them."

Erbao tugged at Dabao's clothes and swung him around: "Brother, I want to eat a popsicle."

Dabao looked at his brother's expectant face and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

"Ok!"

After a big response, Dabao had already thought of a strategy to deal with it.

"If this is exposed, I will put the blame on him."

Dabao led Erbao and skipped to the village store.

Since there are not too many people in the village, the convenience store’s business is naturally not that good.

The convenience store is located on the roadside, not far from the Lin family.

It is backed by a gigantic Sophora japonica tree, the trunk of which is gray-brown and has many cracks.

The boss was lying on a recliner in the shade under a tree, snoring with his face covered by the old man's shirt that had been turned over from his body.

Dabao was not sure whether the man was the store owner, so he walked straight to the window of the store, stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck and took a few peek inside.

After confirming that there was no one in the room, he carefully woke up the boss.

The boss looked to be in his 50s, with an honest look in his eyes and seemed like someone who was easy to talk to.

He sat up, yawning repeatedly, stared at the two tiny children with sleepy eyes, and walked lazily into the store.

"What do you want to buy?" asked the boss.

Dabao looked around the store at the various colorful pictures of tempting snacks hanging on the wall.

"Grandpa, what is that?" Dabao asked, pointing at the long transparent packaging and red, yellow and blue items placed on the cabinet.

"Oh, it's spun sugar."

"I want two packs of this candy, figs, Jigongdan, um... and peanut nougat, sour plum powder, fruit danpi and Tangseng meat."

As Dabao talked for a while, Erbao jumped up and down in anxiety.

He was short and couldn't see the things inside the counter at all. He just listened to his brother saying a long list of names.

He was worried that he would not be able to eat popsicles if he ran out of money, so he shouted out the window: "There are still popsicles, popsicles."

The boss came out from the side door and pointed at Erbao: "You two come in and choose."

Erbao ran in, and before he even saw the freezer, his attention was immediately attracted by another snack on the shelf.

"Grandpa, what is this?"

"Chicken drumstick bread."

Chicken legs are actually combined with bread.

"This is something new. It must be tastier than the stewed rooster."

Thinking of this, Erbao pointed at the chicken drumstick bread with bright eyes and said to Dabao: "I want to eat this!"

"Okay." The boss happily took the bread down from the shelf.

Erbao had no idea about the price, but Dabao knew that just this one snack would cost a lot of money, so he quickly asked the boss how much it cost.

"Ah, 5 cents."

Dabao frowned and advised: "We just finished our meal. Look at your bloated stomach. Can you still eat bread, especially chicken thigh bread?"

"If you don't eat it today, you can eat it tomorrow." The boss's casual remark increased Erbao's desire to buy it.

"I want to eat chicken legs and bread! And popsicles!"

Seeing his younger brother so determined, Dabao was at a loss.

He looked at the snacks already on the table and the one dollar in his hand, and could only reluctantly return some of them.

"Grandpa, how much is it in total?"

The boss counted everything and said, "Eighty-six cents."

I don’t know what was wrong with Dabao, but his mind suddenly flashed back to the fun of bargaining when buying things that Wang Shuping had taught them.

'Just cut it off in half, then cut it off a third...'

'Half of 86 cents is 43 cents. How much is one third of 43 cents?'

He stood there gritting his teeth, frowning, and counting on his fingers for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't figure it out.

So, he made up his mind and blurted out: "Grandpa, we bought so many things, please give me a discount."

The boss couldn't help laughing when he heard it, and his laughter made him look even more amiable.

"Good good."

The store owner didn't expect that this child, who was not much taller than the counter, would actually bargain for snacks. It was really interesting.

The shop owner took two pieces of peanut nougat that Dabao reluctantly returned from the counter and stuffed them into his hands.

"Here are the candies for you. You two brothers look unfamiliar. Whose children are you?"

"The first family in the village, my father's name is Lin Xiangdong."

"Oh, the grandson of Mr. Lin." The shop owner smiled and handed over two more candies.

Seeing the extra candies in their hands, the two children were so happy that they thanked each other with sweet voices: "Thank you, Grandpa!"

The two didn't dare to go back with the snacks and walked around the village.

Not far away, he sat down against a big tree.

Erbao had never eaten chicken leg bread before, and he couldn't wait to tear open the bag.

The sweet smell of bread mixed with the salty aroma of meat wafted into my nose.

"Wow!" As Erbao exclaimed, his saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his pants.

Dabao looked at him with disdain, thinking how delicious it could be, and praised his younger brother so much that he was almost greedy.

He leaned forward to smell it, and sure enough, his appetite was immediately whetted.

But because of what he had just said, Dabao resisted the urge to eat. He turned his head, picked up the bag, poured out a handful of sour and sweet plum powder, and started to lick it.

Erbao's eyes scanned the chicken leg bread up and down like a scanner.

The skin is so buttery and tempting, but where is the chicken leg? It must be hidden in the bread!

Erbao carefully peeled off the outermost layer of bread crust and put it in his mouth to chew, then tore off a piece of bread core near the center that was covered with meat floss.

The taste was quite good, and he nodded in approval.

But where are the chicken legs? Why can’t I see them?

Driven by curiosity, he ate the bread wrapped around it bite by bite.

The mysterious 'big chicken leg' finally revealed its true colors.

what? !

Cheating children?!

This is obviously sausage.

Yes, the golden chicken leg bread contains bread, meat floss, red bean paste, grilled sausage and a bamboo skewer, but there is no chicken leg.

They are still young in life and will experience many more 'lies' like this in the future.

such as.

There is no Mapo in Mapo Tofu, no fish in Fish-flavored Shredded Pork, no couple in Fuqi Feipian, and no lion in Braised Lion's Head.

Even though he couldn’t eat the long-awaited chicken legs, the aroma of the meat from the grilled sausages was enough to make Erbao salivate.

In order to live up to his "love at first sight" for the chicken leg bread, he decided to eat the grilled sausage on the bamboo skewer seriously and sincerely.

There were still some bread crumbs on the sausage.

Erbao first dug out a part with his hands, then he turned his head sideways and bit the rest with his teeth.

Who would have thought that the bamboo stick in the middle of the sausage was only stuck on the edge of the sausage, and Erbao just exerted force with his mouth.

With a snap, the sausage fell to the ground and rolled down the slope.