"The cake made by Lao Zhaotou, I can smell it from across the street, and you're still hiding it from me."
The fat aunt watched An Qing hand the cleaned bowl to her, and didn't leave in a hurry, sitting down He said with a sigh as he reached the table.
"It's so amazing.
I've only smelled the cakes made by Uncle Zhao before.
I didn't expect it to be so famous.
You can even smell it.
It's made by Uncle Zhao's family."
An Qing was a little embarrassed, but also a little impressed.
"That's because you just came here not long ago.
Old Zhaotou's family used to make noodles and was very famous.
Old Zhaotou's good pastries are famous here.
Before, Lao Zhaotou opened a supermarket and sold his own pastries.
The business was booming.
If his unattractive wife hadn't run away with her children, I'm afraid he would be living a prosperous life now."
The fat aunt looked at him Xiao Wang Xu held the cake and ate it non-stop, feeling another burst of emotion "Uncle Zhao, this experience is not easy.
I heard Uncle Zhao talk about the little hammer before.
Is that little hammer the son of Uncle Zhao who was taken away by his ex-wife?"
An Qing looked at the fat aunt as if she knew everything.
He seemed to take this opportunity to ask about what he had heard about Little Hammer before.
"You said that Old Zhaotou asked you for a small hammer?"
The fat aunt was a little surprised, looking at An Qing with her eyes and asked in surprise.
"Yes, Uncle Zhao said he envied Xiao Wang Xu's obedience and talked about the little hammer, and then I asked curiously, but Uncle Zhao's face became gloomy, and he drove us back without even saying a word to us.
"An Qing sighed and talked to the fat aunt about what happened before.
"How long has it been?
That old Zhaotou didn't even mention Little Hammer.
I didn't expect that he was still thinking about it.
It's no wonder.
Who wouldn't miss his child?
That little hammer is the nickname that Old Zhaotou gave his son. , so that the children can be easily fed.
That child is very cruel, leading a group of children to cause trouble here or there.
He is a well-known naughty boy, and he also holds a grudge.
I remember, one time, that naughty boy knocked off some of our clothes that were hanging outside, and I saw it, so I said something to him.
The boy didn't say anything at the time.
After the result, then Whenever I hang clothes outside, he secretly throws them to me on the ground, that bad guy."
The fat aunt looked at the bowl, as if she was deep in thought, and shook her head as she spoke, as if she was interested in Uncle Zhao's little hammer.
Very helpless.
"Then this kid is quite capable."
An Qing didn't know what to say, so he could only say what the fat aunt said.
"That is, you have never seen that child, and I have never seen a child who behaves like that.
That family, whether it is Old Zhaotou or his unattractive wife, no one can control this child.
I remember that at that time, there were several times when Lao Zhao The first wife was so angry with that bastard Little Hammer that she just shouted that she didn’t want this wolf cub anymore.”
When the fat aunt talked about it, she burst into laughter again, as if she was laughing at the helplessness of Uncle Zhao’s ex-wife, and she seemed to be reminiscing.
A past that makes people laugh endlessly.
"That kid can do enough to make his mother say she doesn't want him."
An Qing listened to the fat aunt and thought a little, but still said with a smile.
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"That's not the case.
Don't look at that kid's age.
He is full of bad ideas, and the ideas are actually good.
One time, his mother said a few words to him, but then he turned around and gave her his mother's newly bought clothes.
There was another time after the haircut.
I remember there was a cat in Old Zhaotou’s house. , called Wangcai, because when Little Hammer hugged it, it scratched him.
As a result, the child turned around and tied the cat to the yard, and then stoned it to death.
"Speaking of this, the fat aunt didn't I had a cold war consciously, but still seemed to have lingering fears. tgt ttrgt: