My dad's life

The hot air balloon contest itself is a very popular event, usually there are many people, not to mention today is Saturday, many parents brought their children.

So the farther inside, the harder it is to drive the car and the harder it is to find a parking place.

So Fangyuan looked through the car window and saw that there were pedestrians and parked vehicles on both sides of the road, and said to Liang Feibai: "Or stop here, let's walk in, otherwise there will be no place to park."

"No, Brother Luo has already arranged a seat for us inside." Liang Feibai said.

"Brother Luo?" Fang Yuan didn't react for a while.

"Luo Jiacheng?" But I immediately remembered that the Luo family became the surnamed Luo.

But coming here today was decided only for dinner last night. His reaction speed was too fast, and the news was too well-informed, right?

Doesn't this guy have some monitoring equipment installed in his home?

I'm not afraid of other things, but after all, there are some private activities with Lan Caiyi, if it is heard, it will make people uncomfortable.

So Fang Yuan's face immediately became very ugly.

Liang Feibai took a look in the rearview mirror, and saw Fang Yuan's face looked a little ugly and a little nervous and said: "Mr. Fang, we still have positions in our bodies, and we report our work to it every day."

"It's okay, where your responsibilities are, just do whatever you want, I won't blame you for it." Fang Yuan knew he had misunderstood and waved his hand.

However, I secretly made up my mind that when I went to work on Monday, I would definitely go to the laboratory to get some gadgets and check my home.

However, with Luo Jiacheng's arrangement, parking is much more convenient.

Get out of the car and walk a few steps, directly to the gate of the event.

Although the International Hot Air Balloon Contest is being held, when you enter the activity center, it is not the hot air balloon but the food court that you see. It can be said that this style is quite summery.

Both sides of the road are full of food, various small stalls and vendors next to each other, neatly invisible.

Come here to taste food from all over the country.

Cries of various accents all the way.

In addition, there are eyeballs of bloggers wearing all kinds of exotic clothes.

For example, dressed as Monkey King selling roast Tang monk meat.

The man wore a red bellyband, very enchanting.

There are also men and women who mix and match while dancing and grilling.

Regardless of the taste, at least the visitors are amused.

The two little people held hands and walked in front of them very happily.

Fang Yuan and Lan Caiyi followed behind arm in arm. Liang Feibai and several people came today, faintly forming a circle, surrounding them.

Fang Yuan brought a hat and sunglasses, which was a little bit blocked, for fear of being recognized, so that you would be swept away.

Fortunately, he is not an entertainer. He is in the media every day, and no one has recognized him for a while.

The little guy took her little camera and took pictures randomly.

When Lan Caiyi helped her pack her backpack, she saw the small camera next to her, so she asked casually.

The little guy just remembered and brought the camera. Today, there are many fun and beautiful things to take.

Isn't this just used?

"Xinxin, don't shoot me." Yaoyao took a photo at the barbecue stall owner, but she also took a photo of Yaoyao.

So Yaoyao said shyly.

"Hey, Yaoyao barbecue meat." The little guy said with a smile.

"I don't want barbecue meat."

Yaoyao looked at the boss who was wearing a red bellyband and braided up to the sky. She was frightened, so she shouldn't be like this.

"Then roast Yaoyao with meat." The little guy smirked.

"Wow, baking kids, how can that work?"

Yaoyao feels terrified when she thinks about being tied to a stick and being tossed over and over on the stove.

"Come on, Yaoyao meat, give me a bite, is it optimistic?"

As the little guy said, he leaned his head, and kissed her cheek.

"Yeah!" Yaoyao screamed when she was attacked by her.

The little guy tapped his mouth and said, "Well, it tastes good."

"No, I'm not a real barbecue meat." Yaoyao muttered weakly.

"Then let's eat real barbecue meat?" The little guy said with bright eyes.

"Okay, mom gave me money, I can buy it myself." Yaoyao said happily.

"I have it, too," the little guy said hurriedly.

"Then let's go there," the little guy immediately pointed to a barbecue stall that looked like Monkey King.

"Good."

The two little men ran over holding hands.

See you in Fang Yuan, and hurried to keep up.

But Lan Caiyi was dragged back.

"Let them try it for themselves, and we can watch from behind."

Fang Yuan thought about it and thought it made sense, so he stood still and watched how the two little guys told the boss.

The two walked to the booth hand in hand, and the little guy stepped forward to answer.

Yaoyao was a little timid, took the little guy's hand and hid behind her.

The little guy walked over, stared at the big meat skewers tumbling in Monkey King's hand and swallowed.

Then asked loudly: "Boss, we want to eat barbecue meat."

"I'm not the big boss, just call me the boss." It was not Monkey King who was speaking, but an old aunt next to her, who wanted to be the boss's wife, who was in charge of receiving customers.

Looking at the two cute little guys, the lady boss couldn't help but smile.

"I want..." The little guy thought for a while, and stretched out a finger of his right hand.

Then I felt that it was not enough, and stretched out another one, but after a glance at the scented meat skewers, he stretched out all five fingers.

"Five skewers? Can you eat it?" the lady boss asked.

When he said this, he glanced at Fang Yuan and Lan Caiyi who were standing not far behind them.

They grilled big meat skewers, ten yuan a piece, and the sign could be as thick as the little guy's finger.

One or two skewers for an adult is enough, not to mention two little guys.

"My belly is big, I can eat a hundred skewers."

The little guy stiffened his belly and said confidently.

The lady boss glanced at her belly and couldn't help laughing.

"Xinxin, let's buy some. There are a lot of delicious foods in the back. Otherwise, if you are full, you won't be able to eat." Yaoyao pointed to the invisible stall behind.

"Huh? Right." The little guy also remembered when he heard the words.

Can't eat enough, she still wants to eat other delicious food.

"Then...then we want one." The little guy stretched out a finger and said.

"A bunch of ten dollars, are you rich?" the lady boss asked after hearing this.

"I have." The two little guys raised their hands together, for fear that others would not know they were rich.

So the two little guys took out a hundred dollars and handed them to the boss.

"Just one person."

Because the little guy was standing in the front, he took the money in her hand easily.

Then she was offered ninety yuan.

One for fifty, one for twenty, and two for ten yuan.

The little guy is a little confused, why did I give her a money, she gave me one, two, three, or four money?

"Your skewers." The skewers handed over by the lady boss at this time interrupted her thoughts.

"Thank you Auntie." She happily took it.

Then handed it to Yaoyao behind him.

Then he looked up at the boss's wife and waited.

(;´`)

"Do you have anything else?" The lady boss was also puzzled.

"Where is mine?" the little guy asked.

"Don't you just buy a bunch?" the lady boss said.

"Yeah, Yaoyao one, me one." The little guy pointed at Yaoyao and then at himself.

Boss: "..."

"It's called two bunches, not one bunch, then you still have to give me a bunch of money." The lady boss took a ten yuan from her hand.

Then he took another bunch and handed it to her.

The little guy took it happily, and then continued to look up at the boss.

Lady boss: -_-||

"What else do you have?"

"You want to give me four money?" the little guy said confidently.

"What four dollars? Why should I give you four dollars?" the lady boss asked dumbfoundingly.

"I gave you one money just now, and you gave me four money." The little guy said, raising the eighty yuan he held in his left hand.

Then he continued: "You just took another money from me, shouldn't you give me four more money?"

Boss: "..."

The Monkey King who was grilling skewers couldn't help laughing, and then accidentally inhaled a cigarette into his throat, choking coughing.