The three brothers started eating wontons. They tasted delicious and wanted to swallow their tongues, but even if they were very hot, they couldn't stop them from eating wontons.

There are about 20 wontons in a large bowl, bone soup is used as the soup base, and seaweed shrimp skin is added. Children will be almost full after eating a bowl.

Jiujiu had already eaten the second wonton at this time. Qiu Li took a spoon and fed it little by little, for fear that it would burn the baby's daughter if it was too hot.

He Fei was about to eat noodles with chopsticks and thought that there was garlic at the counter, so he got up and picked the largest garlic at the two ends, and then took it back.

"Brother, I know you like to eat garlic, so I'll bring it to you."

Seeing the familiar garlic, Song Xinhui took it over and put it on the table and patted it hard, then picked up a piece of garlic, gently tweeted it, and bit it hard after it was cleaned, and said while chewing it.

"This garlic tastes good enough!"

"You really can't live without garlic every meal." Qiu Li couldn't help but smile. Thinking of the time she just got married, she found that Song Xinhui liked to eat garlic, and the two quarreled a lot about this. In the blink of an eye, the child was so old, and she was used to the smell of garlic.

"Waiter, have you seen my bag?" A rough voice came over.

They couldn't help but look over and saw a man in a black Zhongshan suit, wearing a pair of thick glasses on his face, and the hat on his head was pinched in his hands, looking extremely nervous.

The waitress looked at the male guest and saw where he sat before: "When you left, I packed up my stuff. I didn't see the bag. I remember you should have taken it away!"

Wang Ye squatted on the ground, and there was no solution for a moment. He got off the bus halfway after he sat down and got out of the bus. He was hungry, so he came here to eat a bowl of noodles. He learned that he was about to drive and left in a hurry, and the bag in his hand disappeared at some point.

When he realized it, he followed the same path and saw no sign of the bag.

The payment receipts placed there were lost, and he couldn't explain them even if he had a hundred mouths back. Maybe he had to go to jail!

When He Fei thought of the bag they picked up on the road, could it be that this person’s ill-gotten fortune was never greedy.

"Comrade, what's in your bag?"

When Wang Ye heard someone shouting, he looked up and saw that it was a gentle young man. He held his glasses and said, "There is some money inside. The most important thing is that the documents in the factory are all inside. If this is lost, there is no place to make up for it.

I really don't know what to do now."

He Fei nodded: "What color is that bag? What size?"

"It's a black handbag, which looks made of leather. Why have you seen it?" Wang Ye stood up and hurriedly walked towards them.

He Fei looked at Song Xinhui and saw him nodding. Then he took out the bag he picked up from the bag, opened it and checked it. It didn't matter that there was a lot of money inside. There were some white bills. The man had already rushed to them and quickly closed the bag and asked, "We picked up a bag, but I don't know if it's yours. Can you tell me how much money there is?"

"One hundred and ten thousand dollars, my name is Wang Ye. The bill inside contains my signature. If you don't believe it, I'll find a piece of paper to sign for you to see if it's my notes." Wang Ye said anxiously, and he wanted to get the bag back.

He Fei took out the money inside and counted it, and told the man exactly what he said. Then he opened the bill and looked at it. The final signature was indeed Wang Ye. Then he put the thing back and closed it, and then handed the bag to the man.
Chapter completed!