Demon King Dad

What does it mean to put a full fifteen portions of macaroni in the winter air? Everyone knows that something like macaroni must be hot to be delicious. Once it is cold, it will be hard and sticky, and the taste is very bad. Soon, the macaroni was so cold that the little beggar felt it with his hands before re-covering the box.

"Heh, isn't it an idiot?"

"Yes. Want to come here to show off that you have money?"

"It's possible. Beggars are always discriminated against in this'business', right? Maybe he wants to tell us that being a beggar is a very rich career~~~!"

"Hahaha, do you want to do it? Every time I meet you, I will give you an Inel!"

The discussion in the store was still very quiet at first, but when they discovered that the little beggar had no response to these ridicules, the voice gradually grew louder. At this time, the little beggar seemed to be deaf. He didn't respond to this, but just packed boxes of packing boxes into plastic bags.

But obviously, the way the little beggar was put in was wrong. The plastic bags that could hold fifteen boxes can now only fit five in lying sideways. The little beggar's expression looked a little confused. He raised his head, and after looking around in the store, he focused on the opaque packaging bag over there.

It is a big tote bag, and the special design can keep the food inside greatly warm. There is also a zipper on it, which can be opened or closed freely. Generally speaking, this is for guests with more than 20 servings.

The little beggar stepped off the chair and looked at the owner of the shop over there with a confused look. The shop owner saw that this little beggar was really an idiot, and didn't want to mess with him, so he took a handbag and threw it at the little beggar, begging him to get away.

The little beggar silently picked up the handbag, stuffed all the remaining boxes into it, held the little baby girl, carried the fifteen foods, and left the macaroni shop.

But after leaving, those eyes that were still confused immediately turned into ice-like cold. After looking around a little, he immediately went into the alley beside the street and began to modify the props he had obtained.

Dimming witnessed all this, suddenly, he snorted coldly——

"Hey, human boy. What the **** are you doing?"

The little beggar didn't answer, he just quickly took out the lunch in the handbag and looked at the big bag.

"Hey, don't you want to answer?"

"……………………"

The little beggar was busy with his work.

"Boy, it seems that the communication between us is still not enough~~ As I said, I have served you completely. So I think, we still need to have some basic emotional communication? Otherwise, you see, we each other Connected, but even this kind of intimate relationship has to be suspicious and guarded against each other. Is it too tired?"

The little beggar didn't go to see the blood pupil, he took out the lunch boxes and tried to stuff them into the plastic bag. After making the gesture for a long time, he said slowly, "You...very smart. Know what I'm doing."

"Hey hey, you are wrong. Boy, the reason why I can know what you are thinking is because the information I get is the same as the information you get. If you can infer things based on the existing information, I can naturally . But I can’t take the initiative to read information from your mind that you don’t want me to notice. In other words, I don’t know what you are thinking.”

"……………………"

"Hey, hey, don't you even have to doubt what I say from the bottom of my heart? Well, if you don't believe this, then I can't communicate with you."

"……………………"

"Cut, boring."

Exciting general method is also useless, and Dim Mi is a little uninterested in the indifference of the little beggar. It can only continue to look at the work in the hands of the little beggar and the tools he uses. Gradually, it finally knew what the little beggar wanted to do.

"Ha ha ha... kid, funny. This is really ~ interesting~!"

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Half an hour later, the little beggar walked out of the alley again. He is carrying a handbag in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right hand. But it is strange that the little baby girl who should have been in his arms has disappeared.

It was already lunch time, and the number of pedestrians waiting in line gradually became scarce. The little beggar slowly walked towards the blocked intersection, looking at the remaining dozens of people waiting in line and the "soldiers" in charge of the search, took out the top packing box from the handbag, and left. Go up.

"Sir, do you want to buy a box of macaroni? It's delicious."

The man being questioned turned his head and saw a dirty little beggar was holding a box of macaroni to him. Seriously, this man is really hungry after waiting in such a long line. Although he was disgusted with this little beggar, he nodded and took the macaroni...

"cold?!"

When I opened it, the sticky and hard macaroni immediately made people appetite. The man's appetite disappeared in an instant, he relentlessly pushed the packing box back into the little beggar's hand, turned his head, and never looked at him again.

The first sale was unsuccessful, and the little beggar silently closed the box and walked to the former queuer. He kept on selling, and after two people, he put the cool box of macaroni back into his handbag and took out another one.

No one buys it. Among the dozen or so people in the line, none of them would pay to buy this disgusting macaroni. Everyone looked at the little beggar with a contemptuous look, and some people who had been in line for too long and were irritated even yelled at him.

"You idiot! You want to sell things that have been cold for the original price?! Get out!"

A man waved his hand sharply and slapped the macaroni in the little beggar's hand to the ground. The little beggar silently looked at the macaroni on the ground already covered with snowflakes, lowered his head, took out another box of macaroni from his handbag, and walked over to the soldier in charge of the search.

"Sir, do you want to buy a box of macaroni?"

Those soldiers had known that the little beggar was holding macaroni that had already cooled down, and he didn't even look at it, and waved. But the little beggar seemed unwilling to give up the business here. He exchanged another box and said diligently: "Sir, my macaroni is delicious, with a lot of sauce. Even if it's cold, the taste is absolute. It won't be bad."

Faced with the tote bag tossing in front of him, the soldiers seemed impatient. They scolded: "Damn idiot, take out cold things? You think it's summer! Get out! We won't buy them!"

No business could be done, the little beggar lowered his head, seeming very depressed. But he tried hard to reach out and handed the packing box to a soldier. But the soldier pushed violently, pushing the little beggar away, and continued searching for the pedestrians waiting to pass.

Now, behind the little beggar was outside the city, he looked at the soldiers in front of him who were searching, and slowly put the packing box in his hand into the handbag, and turned around...

"Hold on!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the awning beside it! When the soldiers who were searching for a wagon carrying a large amount of hay stopped hearing this shout, they stood still and looked at the awning.

The little beggar also turned his head, and saw that the man in the cloak who had been sitting under the awning since just now, witnessing all his actions just now, was slowly walking towards him at this moment.

"Huh, it's a good one."

The cloak man pulled the cloak at the beginning, revealing a cunning face underneath. He stared at the little beggar, and his gaze slowly descended from his face to the handbag in his hand.

"Others call you an idiot, but from my point of view, you are really an amazing genius! Boy, what is in your handbag?!"

The little beggar glanced at the handbag, lowered his head, and replied silently: "Sir, it's macaroni."

"pasta?"

The man in the cloak sneered and waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately stepped forward and surrounded the little beggar.

"The more you want to hide something, the more you have to show it openly to others. I said you, why don't you search for this handbag that has been going around in front of you? Look at the size, a baby in the fortress seems more than enough!"

After the man in the cloak gave such a reminder, the five soldiers immediately woke up! They looked at the little beggar's face and immediately changed from contempt to alert. One of the soldiers stepped forward and reached out to the little beggar: "Hand over the handbag."

"Huh? But...you have to pay..."

The little beggar involuntarily protected the handbag.

"Smelly boy, where is there so much!"

The soldier snatched the handbag and began to rummaged. And the little beggar's eyes began to become flustered. Looking at his eyes, the man in the cloak knew more and more that he had guessed correctly.

Macaroni box, macaroni box, macaroni box...

Nine boxes of macaroni boxes were taken out of the handbag. The soldier stretched out his hand and continued to fumble into the bag. Soon, he found out something--

It was a piece of rags, stuffed the handbag full.

"There are no babies."

"What? No????!!!"

The man in the cloak grabbed the handbag and began to search for it himself. But until he took out all the rags in the handbag, where is the shadow of the baby inside?

The little beggar was holding the macaroni that was taken out, and seemed to be about to cry. Is he really an idiot? Carrying so many cold macaroni, just doing business here?

"What do these rags mean?" the man in the cloak asked.

"Yes...Woo...for keeping warm..." the little beggar sobbed.

"Hey, shit."

The cloak man threw the rags into the handbag and walked back to the shed again. He was angry because he was embarrassed in front of his subordinates because of his wrong judgment, but the little beggar had to put away the rags and macaroni boxes that were turned over by himself. Of course, this was not something that could be done overnight, so the soldiers ignored him at all and continued to search for the hay wagon.

After spending some time, the little beggar slammed the macaroni into the bag again. After taking a look at the soldiers, he immediately turned around, went out of the city, and left.