Chapter 31 Putting the finishing touches on the London beauty (second update)

Author: Lost Dragon

Chapter 31 Putting the finishing touches on the London beauty (second update)

"It wasn't until a few months ago that I suddenly learned that Robert was coming to Hong Kong to work. I was pleasantly surprised, but I couldn't help but feel anxious. What does the London beauty look like now?"

Song Huanxi stared at the newspaper seriously, as if there was really such an article "Beauty in London" in the Mingpao in her hand.

"I couldn't sit still at home, so I arrived at the airport an hour early. I was so excited that the flight finally arrived."

"Robert was walking in front. When he saw me, he immediately ran over and hugged me. Unfortunately, this guy was so tall that I couldn't even see behind him even if I tried to stand on tiptoe!"

Song Huanxi's words were vivid and the pictures were really interesting, and the noodle shop suddenly burst into laughter.

"Robert finally let go of me, he held me in his arms and turned around. I finally saw Winnie holding the child and walking towards us!"

"God, she's just as beautiful as I remember!"

"No, no, to be exact, she is even more beautiful!"

"If she was like a flower blooming on a branch before, attracting people to stop, then she is like a fruit made from flowers, which is coveted."

"Beauty is beyond compare."

"It's just that after she greeted me with a smile, she never looked at me again. In her eyes full of love, there was only Robert and little Robert!"

"Yes, that child was named Little Robert by Robert."

"This is also a habit of the British people. If they think the name of their ancestor is useful, they will continue to use it. For example, the name Henry, King of England, has been used for the eighth generation, and George has been used for the sixth generation."

The regular customers of Chiji Noodle House always have a heated discussion when they hear about the exotic customs of different localities.

Brother Ah Sheng smiled and said: "My old man's name is Cai Agou. According to this statement, wouldn't I want to be called Cai Ergou, and my son would be called Cai Sangou?"

Everyone laughed, and Uncle Ashui teased: "I thought the name Ah Sheng was ordinary, but after comparing it to this, it turns out to be a really good name!"

Everyone laughed again, and the noodle shop was very happy.

Song Huanxi coughed, and the regular customers became quiet. They all had smiles on their faces, and they were obviously in a good mood.

"Robert lifted up little Robert and put him on his neck. The little boy giggled and ruffled Robert's light golden hair."

"I looked at little Robert's red hair, and then at Winnie who was following the father and son with a smile on her face. I sighed softly, knowing in my heart that this was the best ending."

Song Huanxi put down the newspaper and declared crisply: "I've finished reading!"

The diners seemed to be waking up from a dream, and Uncle Ashui nodded repeatedly: "This is good! This one is called the Prodigal Son. The old man likes the story he made up!"

Brother Ah Sheng also nodded vigorously: "Ah Huan, we can have more short stories like this in the future. After listening to them, you can go to bed with peace of mind! Otherwise, you will always be thinking about the plot below!"

"Okay." Song Huanxi nodded obediently. She knew the prodigal son himself, could she urge the update appropriately?

Regular customers started a new round of heated discussion. This time, the topic of their heated discussion was, who is more beautiful, Xiao Longnu or Winnie?

Song Huanxi noticed that Lu Xingbang made a checkout gesture, and she immediately walked over and said, "Please pay five yuan."

Lu Xingbang paused as he took out the money, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Didn't you say I added money?"

Song Huanxi responded with a smile: "Mr. Lu, don't you think the price of coffee is high? This is the benefit I obtained from the boss. I added sugar and milk. Doesn't it taste much better?"

Diners find the food expensive, partly because of the high price tags, but more importantly, because the food itself is unpalatable.

It's expensive and tastes bad, which is the real reason why most people can't stand it.

Lu Xingbang nodded: "It's indeed much smoother. Let's do this in the future."

After paying the bill and seeing Mr. Lu off, Song Huanxi breathed a sigh of relief: Mr. Lu was approachable, but standing next to him, there was always an inexplicable pressure that made it difficult to speak normally.

By nine o'clock, the regular customers gradually dispersed and the noodle shop began to close.

Song Huanxi packed up quickly and turned to Uncle Chi: "Boss, did you overcharge today?"

Uncle Chi jumped up. He turned a mobile tricycle noodle stall into two shops that are now prosperous, all because of his integrity!

The signature shrimp wonton noodles are a bit expensive, but the ingredients used are fresh and solid, so I can guarantee that they are genuine!

Song Huanxi blurted out that he had overcharged him, and it was clear that he wanted to destroy his brand!

It's obviously going to take his life!

"Nonsense! Which one is too high? You little girl, don't talk nonsense!"

Song Huanxi reminded him: "Customers drinking coffee, did you charge five yuan?"

When it came to washing pots of water, Uncle Chi felt a little guilty. He laughed and muttered: "Well, isn't that the price we always charge!"

Song Huanxi calculated the account for him: "You bought this can of coffee for a total of less than fifty yuan, right?"

"Sold to Mr. Lu, there are almost ten cups, right?"

"The remaining half of the can can still be brewed for more than ten or twenty cups."

"Even if you pay two yuan a cup, you still make money!"

Song Huanxi stretched out her hand with a calm look on her face: "Give me three yuan of the money you paid for Principal Chen's coffee!"

All joking aside, Song Huanxi's heart was clear: when she was in trouble, it was Chen Qi'an who helped her with all his money. Without Chen Qi'an's 100 yuan, she would still have to worry about how to survive these three months!

She doesn't have a second manuscript to sell!

She doesn't care if Lu Xingbang spends money unnecessarily. School Chen's hard-earned money must be returned!

Boss Chi's face darkened: "No way!"

He raised his right hand and waved: "If you have nothing to do, go home as soon as possible. Here, here is your wages for today, three hours, three dollars, milk and fine sugar are 50 cents, here are two and a half dollars, take it!"

Song Huanxi did not move and said softly: "Uncle Chi, do you know the name of the one above Brother Scar?"

Boss Chi glanced at her suspiciously. Of course he knew that Daquan was prosperous. The young people from the other side of the sea were ruthless and shady. The monthly rents of all the surrounding shops had gone up!

But he said: "Brother Xing, who doesn't know that his fist skills are the most powerful?"

Song Huanxi lowered his eyes: "Then do you know why your monthly salary suddenly increased?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, she glanced at the coffee cup in Boss Chi's hand.

Boss Chi looked at Song Huanxi in confusion, and then followed Song Huanxi's gaze to the coffee cup. Then he recalled the two questions Song Huanxi asked, and suddenly reacted. His old face turned pale with fright: "You, you mean -

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"The young man who orders coffee every day——"

Song Huanxi raised his index finger and made a silent gesture.

Boss Chi felt like he was mourning for his wife. He trembled his fingers, took off his purse, and counted from inside. He just paid the monthly payment yesterday, and if he gives another fifty yuan today, he won't be able to pay for flour tomorrow.

Song Huanxi reminded him: "Uncle Chi, I only want the three yuan you overcharged from another customer today. As for the regular customer——"

"Didn't you mention your monthly payment?"

I have already gotten back the extra money I paid for coffee in my own way!
Chapter completed!