Chapter 2532

As he said that, he turned around and looked into the store. There were a few individual customers inside, among whom there was a middle-aged couple who looked like they had a child this old. However, the two looked at the door and immediately turned their eyes away. It was obvious that they were not the parents of the child.

"Where are your parents?" The noodle shop owner asked, looking away.

Yang Baobao shook his head and looked at the soup in front of him and kept swallowing his saliva.

"Want to eat? Do you have money?" the noodle shop owner asked again.

Yang Baobao looked at him, shook his head, and nodded.

The noodle shop owner was confused, picked up the big spoon to pad it, and said impatiently: "Do you have money? My noodles are also cheap, one dollar and fifty cents a bowl, you can add as much as you want."

Yang Baobao didn't move his head this time, just staring at the bowls in front of him.

The noodle shop owner was completely impatient, especially when he saw a customer coming from behind, a family of four, he was too lazy to care about him and turned to greet those customers.

The family of four was a couple, a grandmother and a grandson. The grandson was still young and couldn't eat one bowl, so he only asked for three bowls.

The noodle shop owner was very fast. He heated the noodles, added ingredients, and put the code. In less than five minutes, he had three bowls of noodles. Because it was too hot, he could only carry them one bowl at a time.

Who knew that when he turned around after carrying a bowl, Yang Baobao, who had been staring at him, suddenly stepped forward to pick up one of the two remaining bowls on the chopping board and ran away.

The customers in the noodle shop saw him and pointed at him and screamed: "Boss, your noodles."

The noodle shop owner looked back and saw Yang Baobao running with the bowl. He subconsciously shouted: "What are you doing, kid! Stealing!"

Because he was still holding a bowl in his hand, he didn't chase him, but just yelled.

But Yang Baobao was frightened and shivered. The bowl was originally quite hot. With this shiver, a lot of soup in it spilled out and fell on the back of his hand. His hand shook in pain, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground, breaking into pieces in an instant, and the soup noodles were scattered all over the floor.

"Oh, whose dead child is this? You are so young and don't learn well. It's fine if you steal things, but you also smashed my rice bowl. Are you going to die?!"

The noodle shop owner felt bad for stealing a bowl of noodles, but the cost was less than one dollar, so the loss was a loss. However, it is taboo to break a bowl in business, and the meaning is the same as smashing his rice bowl.

He was so angry that he put the bowl on the table next to him, and chased after him while cursing. He slapped Yang Baobao, who was still staring at the soup noodles on the ground, on his back, and he staggered forward. When he was about to pounce on him, he picked up his neck and dragged him to the store.

"Come on, go back with me. If your parents don't come to give an explanation for this matter, you can't leave!" The noodle shop owner dragged him away and said angrily.

Yang Baobao was naturally unwilling. He screamed and waved his hands and feet. Finally, he hugged the noodle shop owner's arm and bit him hard.

He bit hard, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of meat. The noodle shop owner yelled and shook his hand to shake him off, but Yang Baobao refused to let go and even bit blood. The noodle shop owner couldn't stand it anymore and slapped him with his other hand.

He hit him hard, leaving a red slap mark on Yang Baobao's fat face.

Yang Baobao was a little confused after being hit, and finally let go. He sat on the ground and cried loudly.