The onlookers immediately discussed. The short-haired gangster who was clamoring to lose money was used to doing this kind of thing. He was best at scrutinizing the thoughts of the masses. He said from then on: "Everyone should pay attention. Their buns are damaged by eating them. Everyone should be careful. If you don't eat them, don't eat them. You have to go to the hospital for a quick look..."

The gangster who was squatting on the ground and saying his stomach hurt, wearing toad mirrors, cried out in pain at the right time: "Oh...no, it hurts too much..."

The short-haired gangster immediately pointed at Qiao Muyue and the others and said, "Why are you still standing stupidly? I didn't see my brother having a stomachache and he was going to the hospital. Please give me money quickly. I'll take my brother to the hospital for a checkup. If someone dies, you will be dead..."

I just said that I had suffered a stomachache, but this time I started to be so serious that I was talking about death, and it was obviously a severe medicine.

As soon as I heard the death of a person, the voice of the discussion just now became louder.

Wu Chuanqin immediately reacted and explained: "Our buns and vegetables are picked in the morning, and the meat is bought from the vegetable market early in the morning. They are all fresh and it is impossible to eat them badly!"

Qiao Muyue looked coldly. These little gangsters were obviously either here to buy buns or to find trouble. She thought of Hu Lingling.

The short-haired gangster immediately retorted: "What else can you do if it is not your bun? My brother didn't eat anything today, so he ate your bun. Now his stomach hurts must be because there is something wrong with your bun!"

While talking, the short-haired gangster pointed at the bun that had eaten on the ground: "The evidence is still here, will you give it money?"

Wu Chuanqin was not stupid either. She also realized that these two people were making unreasonable troubles. After the Wu family's affairs, she knew that reasoning was useless and she had to call the police to deal with it.

Thinking of this, Wu Chuanqin said to everyone: "Everyone, I'll testify, I said that the buns are fine, they insist that the buns are fine, so since that's the case, we call the police to deal with it. If there is indeed a problem with the buns, if there is a problem with anyone eating the buns, our bun shop will be responsible for the end. If someone maliciously blackmails, let the police handle it well..."

Everyone nodded immediately after hearing this. Several of the guests had experienced the events of the Wu family before, and at this moment they felt that things were extremely familiar. They subconsciously stood by the bun shop.

"The boss is right. We often eat your buns, and nothing happened at all. We believe you!"

"Yes! The last time the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Health Bureau came to check, the buns were completely fine!"

"Yes...yes...the leader of the Health Bureau also took the lead in buying buns to eat. The food was so delicious. How could there be something wrong with the buns..."

Public opinion suddenly turned to the bun shop. Qiao Muyue nodded secretly. After experiencing two big fusses by the Wu family, her mother has grown a lot. This is considered a big heart that is not as hard as it is.

Those little gangsters didn't expect that things would develop towards their expectations. They used to make trouble in other shops. Aren't the customers standing by his side? Why is this bun shop obviously not?

If Qiao Muyue knew what they were thinking, she would definitely laugh. It would be a blessing that the Wu family had made trouble twice, so that those old customers knew that these troublemakers were framed and subconsciously believed in the bun shop.

The little gangster with toad mirror was heartbroken, and fell to the ground and rolled up with his stomach in his arms. He also started howling in his mouth: "It hurts so much, my stomach hurts so much, it's almost dying..."

The ghost cried and howled, and there were indeed some guests who were not sure about the reasons before and after.

Qiao Guilin immediately ran to call the police, and by the way, he saw if there were any patrol officers nearby, so he called them directly.

Qiao Muyue didn't want the matter to continue making trouble. She slowly walked out of the bun shop and walked towards the gangsters. Wu Chuanqin subconsciously grabbed her daughter: "Don't go, it's dangerous..."

Qiao Muyue shook her head: "It's okay! There are so many people, they dare not do anything!"

Seeing that his daughter was firm and there were indeed people around him, Wu Chuanqin let go of her hand.

Qiao Muyue slowly walked to the side of several gangsters and walked until she stopped in front of the gangster who was rolling on the ground.

This action made several gangsters look questioning. The gangster who was rolling around almost forgot to scream in pain for a moment. Fortunately, he quickly reacted and continued to hold his stomach and scream in pain.

Qiao Muyue looked at the short-haired gangster and asked, "How much do you want?"

When the short-haired gangster heard Qiao Muyue's question, he thought the other party was afraid, so he showed a smug look. The merchants had given in this way before, and they thought that the bun shop could be so tough.

The short-haired gangster raised a finger: "Not much...one hundred dollars..."

At this time, someone looked at it and said: "Young man, one hundred yuan is a bit too much. Even if you go to the hospital for examination, a stomachache is a pain, ten yuan is enough..."

One hundred yuan is the salary of two formal workers for a month, and it is indeed a bit too much to ask for one hundred yuan.

The short-haired gangster glared at the person who had just spoken: "Old guy, please talk more, be careful of being beaten..."

The man was frightened by the gangster's fierce appearance, opened his mouth and did not speak again.

The short-haired gangster looked at the little girl in front of him with some smugness: "Give it a hundred yuan quickly, otherwise it will be more than one hundred yuan later!"

Qiao Muyue sneered: "How much does Hu Lingling give you?"

Qiao Muyue's sudden inquiry suddenly made a trace of unnatural flash across the gangster's face, but in an instant he glared at Qiao Muyue viciously: "You'll be 200 yuan if you talk nonsense!"

As he said that, the short-haired gangster kicked the gangster who was rolling on the ground with his feet. The gangster received the signal and his wailing sounded even louder.

Qiao Muyue completely ignored the gangster's cold eyes, but instead smiled, then walked two steps to the side, bent down and picked up the bun that had just fallen to the ground, and gently patted the dust on the bun.

Everyone was a little confused and couldn't understand what Qiao Muyue was going to do, so they could only stare blankly. Qiao Muyue brought the bun directly to her mouth, then took a bite, and swallowed it slowly.

This operation made the short-haired gangsters stunned.

Qiao Muyue smiled and said, "Since you said there is something wrong with the bun, I have eaten it now, so let's see if my stomach hurts!"

Everyone understood the truth after hearing this, and then quietly waited for the follow-up.

The short-haired gangster and the toad-like gangster did not expect that Qiao Muyue was so shameless and could do such a thing. They all added the bill. How could there be a problem with the bun? But how can you step down now?

The two gangsters' faces changed and did not escape Qiao Muyue's eyes.

"The bun is still steaming, which means you have only been eating for a few minutes, so I'll see if my stomach hurts in a few minutes!"

Everyone did see the bun that had just been bitten and still had a faint heat. Someone muttered: "Even if there is a problem with the bun, how can I have a stomachache in just one bite? It's not poison!"
Chapter completed!