Zhang Ruijun covered his mouth and laughed, scooped the tofu pudding into the bowl, and gave him three sticks of fried dough.
"Ah, old fellow, you should take better care of your health."
He followed this up with a smile of his own, but this smile made Liu Zheng lose face.
After receiving the tofu pudding, he deliberately spilled it on the ground.
Then he took the opportunity to pick a quarrel.
"Are you bullying an old man, huh? It's so hot, how can I drink this? Go and get me another bowl, a cool one."
"Hey, it's not right to talk like that, Village Chief Liu.
I told you just now, this is half a bowl of tofu pudding, and I also said the tofu pudding is cold, how could it burn you?"
Seeing his lie exposed, Liu Zheng turned his back and shouted loudly, "The rent for your shop hasn't been paid yet, has it? This house is mine, and the price is going up this year, you know that? An extra 100 yuan per month."
