No one understands rebirth better than me

Chapter 237 A Capable Little Man
The next day is the weekend.

Guan Ren arrived at Meteor Road and saw a little creature hopping around on the roadside, gnawing on a chicken foot.

"Graves."

Guan Ren shouted.

An Guoguo didn't even look up, continuing to gnaw on the chicken feet, her mouth full of oil.

"Graves!"

"?"

An Guoguo looked up and stared blankly at the dense crowd on the street for a while.

However, the little girl was too young, and her confusion only lasted for two seconds.

Two seconds later, it continued to gnaw.

Soon, one of her little hands was gnawed until it was as oily as a chicken claw.

"..."

Guan Ren then understood.

It was obvious that An Guoguo had forgotten the nickname "Greyfus" that she had given her.

Also.

Let alone this little guy, even many LoL players probably wouldn't get this meme right now. It's so obscure that Guan Ren thought about it and realized he was pretty clueless.

"An'an."

By the time Guan Ren walked over, An Guoguo's other hand was already greasy.

"Guan Ren, Guan Ren."

Her big eyes lit up, and she leaned closer.

To be precise, it was aiming for Guan Ren's trouser pocket.

"Go away!"

Guan Ren kept his distance from her greasy little hands:

"I have my phone in my pants, no food."

"Oh…"

An Guoguo looked at him with a disappointed expression on her little face:
"Then what are you doing here?"

"Can't you come if you didn't bring food?"

Guan Ren carefully bypassed her shiny little mouth and stroked her hair:
"Are you a tollbooth? All you're thinking about is collecting my toll."

Anguo continued gnawing on the chicken feet, mumbling indistinctly:

"Who told you to keep thinking about passing by..."

"Oh? You've taken over Meteor Road?"

An Guoguo shook her head:

"The road I'm talking about is the road to my mother and my sister's place."

"..."

Guan Ren's lips stiffened.

This little gadget is actually quite philosophical, isn't it?
"Alright, stop chewing."

Guan Ren looked at the ruined chicken feet in her hands:
"It's all chewed up, so enjoy it."

"I'm not eating it!"

An Guoguo puffed out her little chest, looking indignant and serious.

Does Guan Ren think of himself as a gluttonous child?
"I'm studying it!"

"What are you researching? Whether it tastes good?"

"Delicious! Our chicken feet are the best!"

Anguo said proudly, then became frustrated:
"But, but recently some people have been saying bad things about our chicken feet."

"Bad things?"

Guan Ren was taken aback. Was such a thing really true?
Could it be some kind of simple, unpretentious business battle?

"What bad things did you say?"

"It's... um... it's that we recently made a new kind of chicken feet, called Five Grains... Five Grains Chicken Feet."

"It's boneless chicken feet."

"Yes, it's pickled pepper."

"Next time, just say 'soaked chicken feet'."

"Uh-huh!"

An Guoguo nodded:
"It's just a foot bath... a chicken feet foot bath, my mom makes it~"

"..."

Guan Ren rubbed his forehead.

He suddenly began to have doubts.

Could it be that the bad things I'm talking about are coming from this guy like this?
After all, "soaked chicken feet" is easily misunderstood as chicken feet made with the owner's foot bath water. Who would dare to eat that except Guan Ren?

"An Guoguo, remember this clearly, it's called pickled chicken feet! Don't talk nonsense."

"I didn't make things up; it was others who made things up."

An Guoguo felt wronged and resentful:
"Some people say that the chicken feet my mom sells have no bones and that she gnaws them off with her mouth, but she clearly cuts them bit by bit with those big, thick scissors!"

"Oh, that's how it is…"

Guan Ren fell silent for a moment. He thought back and realized this whole thing... had a bit of a boomerang-like quality to it.

A long time ago, when Guan Ren first came to Ping An Fresh Braised Food, wasn't he helping An Shui Rou retain customers?

He started chatting with an older woman, revealing some "secrets" about braised dishes.

For example, one braised food shop adds red paint, making it a deep red.

For example, there's a place that makes boneless chicken feet by an old lady gnawing them out.

At that time, Ping An Fresh Braised Chicken Feet did not make boneless chicken feet.

In other words, the so-called simple and straightforward business battle may have been started by Guan Ren.

Now, it seems that this rumor, which has been spread through the ages, has returned.

"Guanren, look! I've been gnawing on this chicken foot for ages and I still can't get it boneless. How could Mom possibly do that!"

"Well, even if you were to bite it out, it would be a skill, not just a matter of teeth. If your mother's tongue is more flexible than the average person's, she could do it too."

"what…"

An Guoguo was shocked.

Could it be that the chicken feet were really chewed up by the mother?

But why didn't I inherit my mother's nimble tongue?

"Guanren, Guanren, what about my sister? Is her tongue flexible too?"

"Cough... You ask me, how would I know..."

It seems we've gone a bit off-topic...

Never mind, children speak without thinking; I misunderstood.

However, when the rumor reached An Shui Rou's stall, Guan Ren felt that the person spreading the rumor was quite ignorant.

After all, An Shui Rou isn't some old lady. If she really did suck the chicken feet out herself, the price should probably be even higher...

For example, Guan Ren is quite willing to buy it.

Of course, even if I buy it, it's only to support my good friend Little Lemon; there's no other meaning behind it.

"Let's go and have a look."

Ultimately, Guan Ren still felt somewhat guilty about the matter, since he was very likely the source of such rumors.

Fortunately, after checking the stall, Guan Ren found that the business was not greatly affected by the rumors.

The eyes of the masses are discerning.

Even if some people truly believe in the saying "the bones fall out of the mouth," given Ping An Fresh Braised Food's long-standing reputation, most people wouldn't include it in their calculations.

"Sister Shuirou."

"Guan Ren is here?"

"Ah."

An Shui Rou was busy packing things for the guests when Guan Ren quietly walked to the side, grabbed a tissue, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Thank you."

An Shui Rou herself didn't even realize it.

Faced with this young man's rather affectionate concern, she was able to thank him so naturally.

Perhaps this is also related to the fact that she herself had wiped Guan Ren's sweat before, and she had become somewhat desensitized.

"Tsk tsk, these pickled chicken feet look really good, Sister Shui Rou."

An Shui Rou's smile was as gentle as ever:
"Actually, it was your suggestion that I sell edamame and peanuts that reminded me, so I tried to add a type of boneless pickled chicken feet, which is a little more expensive than the braised ones."

Everyone has ideas, but only actions speak louder than words.

Guan Ren gave a thumbs up:
"My Shui Rou is so capable! I'm so proud!"

"You have such a big mouth..."

An Shui Rou chuckled softly, her pretty face flushed with a light blush from the weather and her mood, which, combined with her simple and serene temperament, made her look exceptionally beautiful.
"Besides, when did I become your Sister Shui Rou?"

"what?"

Guan Ren sighed deliberately:

"So Sister Shui Rou knows other handsome younger brothers like me, sigh."

An Shui Rou chuckled, amused by the young man, and even took a moment to gently nudge his shoulder with her delicate hand while picking up the plastic bag.
"That's enough, huh? Are you just pretending to be handsome?"

"hey-hey."

Guan Ren scratched his head with an innocent look on his face.

Meanwhile, sweat continued to drip from An Shui Rou's forehead.

There's no way around it, this spot is always unventilated in the summer, it gets really hot.

Therefore, Guan Ren proposed:
"Sister Shui Rou, we just installed an air conditioner after scrimping and saving, and I happened to have a small fan that I used to have. Shall I go get it and install one on your stall?"

"what?"

An Shui Rou blinked her bright eyes in surprise:
"Can this... be installed?"

"Yes, there's always a way. I'll go get it right now."

Guan Ren said this and quickly ran back.

As An Shui Rou watched his retreating figure, a sense of peace welled up inside her for no apparent reason.

Last time I fixed her electricity and replaced her light bulb, and this time I installed a fan for her…

An Shui Rou's lips curled into a soft, happy smile.

Despite his constant flattery of how capable his sister Shui Rou is, An Shui Rou actually thinks that her little man is the truly capable one.

(End of this chapter)