Best Actor Wants To Stay With Me Chapter 887: Fighting (1)

Bo Yan is usually not unloving, just a little calmer. Just now, a few young people were holding flower baskets and asked him to buy roses for his girlfriend, but he didn't shoot.

A bunch of roses pretending to be Chinese roses, and I dare to sell 31 roses. The money is really good these days.

Xia Siyu came over and saw a lot of roasted and oily sweet potatoes, sweet and soft. She has no idol burden at all, and her favorite is not some tall French food, but these roadside stalls, and quickly grabbed Bo Yan to buy it.

Bo Yan was about to ask for the price, but the other party said apologetically in a slightly dialect accent: "Can I use banknotes? I don't have a QR code, and it belongs to my son. I will go directly to him."

Bo Yan nodded, so it is, it is no wonder that there are so many people traffic today, this stall is still small, can't pay by mobile phone, most people can't pay.

But it didn't stop him. He went out, and he was afraid that Xia Siyu would go to the night market today and bring some change, so he asked the other party to pick a big sweet potato with a red heart, a big sweet potato that was roasted and burst the skin, and kept running out of oil. Xia Siyu stood for a long time watching the fireworks, and was indeed a little hungry. Anyway, there was no one else here. She picked up the sweet potato and took a bite. The sweet potato is very hot, her hands are hot, and her mouth is hot, but it is sweet and sweet, especially soft and glutinous.

Bo Yan handed him a twenty-dollar bill. Unexpectedly, the other party finally found him fifteen. She also rummaged through her change box and found another fifty cents for him.

It's been many years since Bo Yan didn't buy such a cheap and big snack, and he was a little shocked for a while. This sweet potato has just been weighed, at least two kilograms, and he only charged him more than four yuan!

Xia Siyu also saw it, and his eyes were a little uncomfortable. Bo Yan looked back at her, and then at the old man. There was coal dust on her face, and her clothes were a little dirty from the charcoal fire, but her hands were very clean. She just smiled: "This is grown by our family. , and sweet potatoes are cheap this year, a few cents a pound. I am also a hard worker.”

Bo Yan nodded, looked back at Xia Siyu, his eyes softened, and asked her: "Is this delicious?"

Xia Siyu held the sweet potato and nodded desperately, Bo Yan smiled, "How many sweet potatoes do you have, I want to buy them for my friends to eat together. We have several friends here, and everyone likes them very much."

He wants to help, but doesn't want to give money directly. The other party came to the stall in the cold weather, relying on his own hands to do things innocently to make money, and throwing cash directly to her, it was too humiliating, he couldn't do it.

The old man weighed it. Today was a fireworks show, and it sold out faster. There were only less than ten kilograms left. Bo Yan bought it all and handed her fifty. The other party was still a little embarrassed: "This... I can't find it."

She doesn't have that much change, but Bo Yan is gentle, he smiled: "Then, you can give us a few more plastic bags, so we can divide them. We will share them with friends later. Bags will also be charged."

The other party nodded quickly, tried to give him the change, prepared a lot of oil paper, and wrapped several layers of plastic bags and handed it to him.

Bo Yan was in his hand and walked back with Xia Siyu. Xia Siyu felt a little bit fluctuating in her heart, and the sweet potato in her mouth didn't eat anymore: "Do you remember those people in the northwest?"

They previously donated to Hope Primary School and also built roads for the village. But I always felt that there was still something dull in my heart.