The four children, two older and one younger, in the milk tea shop didn't notice at all that Bai Mingxu didn't like to drink milk tea, so he almost never came to the milk tea shop.
Huo Sichen loves ice cream, but his family is very strict and he rarely gets to eat it.
When I arrived at the milk tea shop, I was out of control.
Milk tea must be arranged, and ice cream is a must.
After ordering milk tea and ice cream, Huo Sichen touched his pocket to pay, then he felt embarrassed.
His pockets were empty, and then he remembered the rules his father had set for him. He was not given pocket money during school. Even if he was given pocket money, it would be given to his eldest brother and second brother. He was the one who was strictly controlled after having a dark history.
Zaizai stood next to him, raising his little head and looking at him eagerly.
"Third brother, what's wrong?"
Huo Sichen: "..."
Can he tell Zaizai that he has no money to settle the bill?
Huo Sichen looked at Bai Mingxu for help.
Bai Mingxu understood instantly. When he was about to check out, the little red-haired zombie dug in his pocket and took out a few hundred-dollar bills.
He stood on tiptoe just before touching the table at the front desk of the milk tea shop, holding up the jade pendant and making a milky sound.
"Bill, please!"
The waiter was amused by the child's stammering and cute voice, and he didn't see anyone at first glance.
After bending forward slightly, I saw two breast dumplings standing in front of the service desk. One was plump and the other was skinny. Their facial features were particularly delicate and beautiful.
Huo Sichen: "..."
Bai Mingxu was busy scanning the QR code with his mobile phone to check out.
After paying the bill, he smiled and touched the little red-haired zombie's little head: "Okay, young general, speaking of which, brother Mingxu has already paid the bill."
Red-haired little zombie: "...junior...knot!"
Bai Mingxu shook his cell phone: "But brother Mingxu has already married, how about we marry him next time?"
The little red-haired zombie was a little disappointed and nodded heavily.
"good!"
He will also get a mobile phone later so that he can check out with just one scan.
The money seemed useless. The little red-haired zombie looked at the several hundred-dollar bills in his hand, and then handed them to the shocked Huo Sichen.
"Third brother, here it is."
Huo Sichen was confused: "Huh?"
Little red-haired zombie: "...it's useless, here you go."
The money couldn't be spent, so it was really useless for him to keep it. It was not as practical as the coffin boards, at least it could be slept on and covered.
But the third brother seems to like it very much, so give it to the third brother.
Happiness came so unexpectedly that Huo Sichen was stunned.
"Give me?"
Afraid that the little red-haired zombie would regret it, Huo Sichen hurriedly asked him.
"Junior, you know this is money, right?"
The little red-haired zombie nodded: "I know."
Huo Sichen's little heart started beating wildly, and he suppressed his excitement.
"Um, where did your money come from, young general?"
The little red-haired zombie blinked: "Dad and brother gave it to me."
Huo Sichen: "..."
His father doesn't give him pocket money, and his eldest brother and second brother strictly control his pocket money!
He is jealous.
When the little red-haired zombie saw that he didn't answer, he directly pushed the hundred-dollar bill into his hand, dug into his trouser pocket, and took out another handful.
Huo Sichen: "..."
He is also a son and a younger brother, why is he so poor!
His biological father is still the leader of the Huo Group!
Huo Sichen's little heart was pricked by his stinky brother, and he finally stuffed the money back into his stinky brother's trouser pocket with tears in his eyes.
"Third brother has money of his own, so you should keep it yourself first!"
Afraid of regretting it, Huo Sichen quickly picked up Zai Zai, who was staring at them next to him. He took the milk tea and ice cream handed by the waiter and rushed to the seat far away to help Zai Zai drink milk tea and ice cream.
He brought a cup of strawberry fruit tea to Zai Zai, inserted the straw, and handed it over to Huo Sichen.
"Zai Zai, drink."
Zaizai was eating ice cream. When he saw the milk tea handed over by his third brother, he opened his mouth and stuffed the ice cream in his hand.
Huo Sichen was stunned.
It took him a while to eat such a big ice cream, but Zaizai swallowed it straight away.
"Zai Zai?"
Zaizai smacked his lips enjoying the coldness of the ice cream.
"Third brother, what's wrong?"
Huo Sichen was worried: "Zai Zai, don't you feel anxious from the cold? Aren't your teeth biting to the bone?"
Zaizai blinked his big eyes: "No, Zaizai likes it very much. It's cool and delicious. Thank you, third brother."
Huo Sichen: "..."
Zaizai asked him again: "Third brother, can Zaizai have another one?"
Huo Sichen was penniless and was in embarrassment when Zaizai took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over to him like the little red-haired zombie.
"Third brother, Zaizai also has money, give it all to third brother."
After finishing speaking, Zaizai looked at Huo Sichen and asked him softly.
"Third brother, can Zai Zai eat a lot of ice cream?"
Huo Sichen had ordered three ice creams in total before. After all, the little red-haired zombie couldn't eat, so it was best to buy them after eating them, otherwise they would all melt.
Facing Zaizai's big, eager eyes and soft little voice, Huo Sichen felt that it was okay for him to shamelessly ask the red-haired zombie to borrow money first.
"Of course! Eat as much as you want, Zaizai. Third brother will order it right away."
When Huo Sichen was about to stand up, Zaizai grabbed his hand.
"Third brother, money."
Huo Sichen thought Zaizai was asking him what to do if he had no money, but he was almost frightened to death when the corner of his eye touched an extra seat of hundred-dollar bills that had appeared on the seat from unknown time.
"Wocao!"
Zaizai blinked his big eyes and asked him uncertainly.
"Third brother, isn't it enough? Zaizai still has some more, Zaizai will take more."
Huo Sichen was startled and came back to his senses instantly.
"Oh my Zai Zai, don't scare the third brother. Enough is enough. With this kind of money, it's enough to buy the entire milk tea shop!"
Huo Sichen only glanced at it and immediately pushed the money for that seat towards Zaizai.
"Zai Zai, put it away quickly. It's too much and it's too eye-catching."
Zaizai said oh and Baba spoke.
"Third brother, everyone wants to buy ice cream. Take them all. You want a lot of ice cream."
Huo Sichen: "..."
Huo Sichen had no choice. Bai Mingxu and the little red-haired zombie were still waiting for milk tea and ice cream at the service counter, so he had to go there alone with a wad of hundred-dollar bills.
Before going over, he repeatedly told Zaizai: "Zai Zai, keep your money safe."
Zaizai nodded obediently: "Okay, third brother."
Because there was too much money, Zai Zai took it out all at once. Huo Sichen was afraid that someone would find out that Zai Zai was acting strange, and just wanted to make a quick decision, so he didn't look at the money carefully when he took it, and went to the service desk with the money. .
He put a wad of hundred-dollar bills on the service desk and said anxiously.
"Sister, I want ten...no, fifty ice creams first, the biggest kind."
Bai Mingxu was right next to him. When he was about to pay, he saw the money he took out and his lips twitched.
Just as the waiter was about to take the money, Bai Mingxu hurriedly carried the milk tea to get the money Huo Sichen put on the service table.
But the waiter at the milk tea shop took the money one step ahead of him.
Upon closer inspection, the waiter at the milk tea shop, who had a relative who passed away not long ago, twitched his lips.
This is a stack of hell coins!
The waiter at the milk tea shop looked at Huo Sichen's child seriously: "Kid, this is a ghost coin. You can't buy things with ghost coins."
She was afraid of scaring the children, so she didn't say that the coins were burned to those who were no longer alive.
Huo Sichen was confused by the Northeastern tune he learned on TV: "...What?"
