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Chapter 47(2/2)

"Damn it! You're eating one hundred yuan, let it go!" Yang Qiuyu grabbed the ham sausage that the noodles were put into his mouth with his hands.

"Yeah ~ no!" The dough code was bitten like a greedy cat and refused to put it, and it could be swallowed all of it.

At this time, the fire elf became even more powerful. He ate all of them, "Wuwuyou..."

Yang Qiuyu snatched the leftover bit from the dough, about two centimeters away, and then he smiled and patted his chest, "It's so dangerous, there are still twenty yuan left."

"Ren is so shameless, it hurts his mouth so much." Mian Ma covered his mouth.

At this time, when Yang Qiuyu turned her body to look at the fire elf, she only saw her mouth full of oil and licking the remaining bag, "Damn! Little ancestor! One thousand yuan."

The boss shouted beside him, "Young man, give money, hurry up."

"No!" Yang Qiuyu said, touching her trousers and bags.

"Hey, mine..." As a result, he saw that the meeting code was paying.

"My money! When did you steal it?" Yang Qiuyu touched her pants and bag and couldn't find anything.

"Ren Tai, be kind-hearted and don't give money when you eat rice, boss." You give money while eating the remaining ham sausage.

Yang Qiuyu quickly stopped him, but the money had been given to the boss.

"Damn, my money." Yang Qiuyu couldn't help laughing and crying.

"Hey, Renta, there is one left, do you want it?" Yang Qiuyu wanted to die.

"don't want!"

"Oh, Ren is so nice." Noodle Ma directly put the last one in his mouth and ate it.

"I want it!" Yang Qiuyu regretted it and was just angry. He wanted to taste it too, but why did it enter her mouth so quickly?

"Wuwuyou? Wuwuyou?" The fire elf called beside her, she still wanted.

The two centimeters of ham sausage that Yang Qiuyu snatched from the noodle code was directly flew over by the fire elf and sucked it in his mouth.

"Uh...I..." Yang Qiuyu wanted to curse, but he held back his fingers and licked them, "Money, a little oil is money, don't waste it."

The boss said with a smile, "I have closed the stall, I have closed the stall, and the remaining twenty pieces have been sold, let's go." The boss pushed the baking cart and left.
Chapter completed!
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