Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 164

The boy immediately said, "Nobody's here!"

"If no one's home, there's no need to knock!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, with a "crack," the door bar snapped in two, the door burst open, and two fleshy blobs squeezed in. One of them wore a gray shirt, his round, chubby face with his eyes squeezed into slits by his fat, making him look like a large lump of dusty fat; the other wore a blue shirt, his features wrinkled together like a freshly steamed bun.

As soon as the gray-shirted meatball entered, it immediately sniffed the air and exclaimed, "It smells so good! It smells so good!" Looking around, it caught sight of "Huahua" gnawing on a roasted chicken, and its little eyes immediately lit up.

The little girl, "Huahua," was extremely clever. Seeing that things were not going well and fearing that her food would be snatched away, she quickly ate the rest of the roast chicken and even chewed up the bones before swallowing them.

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The gray-shirted meatball's expression changed, and he turned back dejectedly, squeezing to sit down by the fire: "Can I borrow a place?"

The green-clad meatball had already taken its seat by the fire.

These two enormous figures took up four-fifths of the space, and the slovenly boy suddenly felt like he was the very center of a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), feeling extremely uncomfortable under the weight of two greasy mountains of meat.

He was so angry and annoyed that he glared at the two fleshy balls and moved to the side.

Just as the two fleshy lumps settled down, someone else walked in.

This time, there were two boys, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate features and dressed neatly. Each of them carried a very large bamboo basket, covered with a white cloth.

The boy entered the tower, bowed to the two fleshy balls, placed the bamboo basket in front of them, and then quietly withdrew.

The gray-shirted meatball lifted the white cloth off a basket, grabbed a lotus leaf wrapping, and exclaimed, "Old Ma's braised pork knuckle!" He tore off the lotus leaf, revealing a dark red pork knuckle, glistening with oil, perfectly balanced between lean and fat, looking incredibly delicious.

He grabbed a piece of pork knuckle, took a bite, then tossed it to the meatball in the green shirt. He then pulled another bag from the basket: "Aha, it's vegetarian chicken from Baiyun Temple!"

"Ruyi Zhai's roasted lamb leg!"

"Pine Branch Yellow Rabbit!"

"Beauty Shop's Honey-Glazed Crispy Fish!"

"..."

A variety of delicious foods were pulled out of the basket in a continuous stream, and the two meatballs chewed on them while praising them wildly, as if they hadn't eaten in eight lifetimes.

The boy looked at them with admiration, finally understanding how those two large fleshy balls had been formed! He caught a fried quail thrown at him by the gray-shirted fleshy ball and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Look how greedy you are, your drool is dripping down your feet!"

"Who's drooling?" The boy, embarrassed and angry, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, making sure he really hadn't drooled. "No way!"

The two fleshy balls couldn't help but laugh.

The boy got angry and threw the fried quail back into the bamboo basket: "What garbage! Even the ones I make with my feet taste better than this!"

"Hey, hey, don't litter! Did you wash your hands after touching the latrine bucket?"

The gray-shirted meatball hurriedly tossed the fried quail to "Huahua," who was lying in the straw pile. "Huahua," with her proud spirit, blinked her little eyes and glanced at the boy before awkwardly turning her head to look at him.

The boy glanced at the two fleshy mounds, picked up a burning piece of wood from the fire, and casually asked while poking at the flames, "What is it?"

The gray-shirted meatball laughed: "Kid, you had a good time at Peach Blossom Ferry on Liuhua River during the day!"

The young man humbly replied, "You flatter me!" These two don't seem like good people at all; they certainly don't have any good intentions!

Stretching lazily, the boy suddenly shouted, "Hua Hua, run!"

He stabbed the burning firewood in his hand at the face of the gray-shirted, fleshy man, while simultaneously kicking the bamboo basket at the green-shirted, fleshy man. Taking advantage of their dodge, he and "Huahua" rushed towards the tower entrance. Just as he was about to step out of the tower gate, his vision blurred, and his head crashed into a pile of soft, fleshy things. Startled, he was suddenly struck by a powerful force—

With two loud thuds, the boy and "Huahua" fell flat on their backs into the pile of rotten grass.

The two fleshy balls stood side by side at the door, completely blocking the entrance. They rubbed their bellies and said with a laugh, "Why are you in such a hurry? We haven't finished dinner yet!"

The little girl, probably dazed from the impact, lay groaning in the hay. The boy's head was spinning too, and he was secretly alarmed: "Who are you people?"

The fat man in the gray shirt chuckled and said, "You've been wandering the streets and alleys of Qingyang City for half a month now, haven't you heard of the 'No Food, No Drink' brother?"

"Never heard of it." The boy rubbed his head and stood up.

The fat man in gray wasn't angry. He laughed and said, "Not having heard of us doesn't mean we're unknown. It just means you're ignorant. I'm Zhang Buchi, and my brother is Wang Buhe. Within a hundred miles of Qingyang City, if we brothers claim to be second, no one dares to claim to be first."

The boy grinned and smiled wryly: "So, in Qingyang City, even the gluttons are ranked by status!"

This "never eats or drinks" brother really got his fat for nothing, otherwise he wouldn't have such a thick skin! Hey! Not eating or drinking, yet he's grown into this pig-like creature—no, I can't insult pigs, at least Flower is prettier than them…

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Wang Buhe, the meatball in the green shirt, frowned and said, "You kid, not only are you unethical in your actions, but you also have a sharp tongue!"

"How dare you talk like that? Who's the one who's being rude? Hua Hua and I were just peacefully spending the night here, and you guys came to steal my territory and even knocked us over. And you expect me to call you 'masters'?" the boy retorted.

Zhang Bu laughed: "Don't even mention 'grandpa,' it won't do you any good even if you call me 'grandpa'! Hey, you don't need to roll your eyes around like that, you can't escape from this Yanhe Pagoda!"

The boy wasn't afraid. He rubbed his nose and said, "Stop talking nonsense and get to the point. I didn't steal anything from your family, and Huahua didn't kidnap your pig. Why are you bothering me?"

Zhang Buchi's ever-smiling face suddenly turned cold: "You came to Qingyang City at the beginning of this month, and today is the sixteenth, exactly half a month. In these two weeks, Mao Daya's cooking pot in Hejiazhuang was thrown into pig manure, Widow Sun in Huangyepuzi lost twelve chickens, Master Zhao was suddenly bitten by dogs all over the street and had to run all over the place, Zuihong, the girl from Zuihongxuan, was kidnapped in the middle of the night and thrown into the river to soak for most of the night, and five baskets of the best candied fruit from the capital went missing from the general store in the city—those are five baskets of sweets, how come you didn't die from the sweetness..."

He counted on his fingers: "Thirty-one items in total, big and small. You did it, right?"

"Which eye of yours saw me do it?" The boy was extremely stubborn, determined to deny it to the death!

Wang Buhe sneered, "If I'm not mistaken, that chicken was the one you stole from Widow Sun's house, wasn't it?" He pointed to a pile of chicken feathers lying in the corner of the tower.

"The chicken feather says 'Widow Sun,' right? You say it belongs to the Sun family, so tell it to answer!"