In the ordinary life of Crayon Shin-chan

Chapter 1175: Super Hot, Roasted Sweet Potato Showdown

"This roasted sweet potato guy is really amazing." Xiaoxin couldn't help but sigh.

"Indeed, appearance is always the number one killing weapon." Mingxu said with some admiration.

"But it doesn't seem that difficult to win." Mingxu looked at Jing Maosan and said, "Boss, give me ten roasted sweet potatoes to take away."

"Uh, kid, this isn't good." Unexpectedly, Jing Maosan rejected Mingxu's proposal: "I want to defeat him with my own strength!"

"Wow~" the little ones sighed again.

"Now is not the time to admire." Fengjian said helplessly.

"Oh, there are guests coming over there. Now it's our turn." Nini said to Jing Maosan, pointing at the people walking towards them.

"Well, my roasted sweet potato is like a ten-thousand-ton sweet potato missile, and it has now locked onto your heart!" Jing Maosan shouted as he looked at the two girls coming over.

"Ah?" They were stunned.

"Earth, sweet potato, missile?"

"Still locked?"

"What do you mean?" The two were completely confused.

"Hey, without a handsome face, it seems this trick won't work." After comparing the looks of both parties, Mingxu shook his head at Jing Maosan.

Seeing this, the guard attacked again: "Oh, it's you, the beautiful angels who descended to the earth just to eat my roasted sweet potatoes~"

"Wow~ I want to eat the roasted sweet potatoes here!" The two were immediately attracted by the guards.

"He took it away again."

"There's no way. Some advantages are too obvious. Boss, you still have to play to your strengths." Mingxu looked at Jing Maosan and said.

"Ah? My advantage?" Jing Maosan was a little confused.

At this time, someone else came.

"Someone come, we have to sell it quickly!" Fengjian shouted hurriedly when he saw this.

"Okay, let me do it." Xiao Xin stepped forward and shouted with a loudspeaker, "Do you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes and then dance the roasted sweet potato dance with me! Sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes~"

But the other party didn't even look over here and just walked away.

Seeing this, Feng Jian complained: "I don't want to pay attention to you at all!"

"Hehe~ You two, how can you return empty-handed after passing by my roasted sweet potatoes~" Seeing this, the guard once again demonstrated his unique skills.

The other party was attracted to him again.

“Give me one, please!”

"I also want!"

"An old man teasing a naughty boy." Mingxu couldn't help shaking his head as he watched this scene: "Boss, if you don't change, you're really going to fail. By the way, why are all the people passing by women? Also, I always feel like someone is looking at me over there. Is it an illusion?

"Oh. Selling roasted sweet potatoes."

"Buy one and have it." At this time, two female students came over, looked at the roasted sweet potatoes here and wanted to buy them.

"Thank you." Jing Maosan was stunned and quickly thanked him.

"Wait a minute! It's not the roasted sweet potato over there. The red roasted sweet potato that connects my fate with yours is right here~" The protector attacked again.

This time the two guests were also attracted to him.

"8, 9, only one left~" After selling these two, he looked at Jing Maosan.

"Ah...it still doesn't work. Am I going to lose like this? I'm sorry, Dad..." Jing Maosan closed his eyes.

At that moment, my dad's voice seemed to resonate in my mind: "Stupid! How can you sell baked sweet potatoes with that voice? Remember, Jing Maosan! We're going to be the best baked sweet potato shop around here!"

"Dad, I will try my best! Ah!!! Stone-baked sweet potatoes~fresh from the oven~" This time he didn't use a loudspeaker, and his voice was much louder.

The bodyguard was a little surprised when he heard that.

“No microphone.”

"That sounds so cool."

"What a beautiful sound, it's great."

"That's right, this voice is your biggest advantage." Mingxu smiled and said, playing to your advantage is the key to the competition.

The sound attracted many people.

As a result, the number of orders from Jing Maosan continued to increase, and more and more customers came to buy.

The bodyguard also rarely interrupted them and watched quietly.

Mingxu was a little puzzled when he saw this, but when he saw the smile on the other person's face, he had a guess. Could it be that this guy wanted to use the competition to stimulate Jing Maosan's fighting spirit?

I don’t understand, what is this for?

"Roasted sweet potatoes~ Stone-baked sweet potatoes~ Hot roasted sweet potatoes~" Several little ones sang along with Jing Maosan.

"It's fascinating to hear." People kept coming to buy, and soon their proficiency was on par with that of the keepers.

"Only one left!"

"It's a draw."

"Only one more person is missing, Third Brother Jingmao." Nini said happily.

"Okay! Stone-baked sweet potatoes~" But, it seemed like I had overdosed it just now, and my throat felt a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? Third brother Jingmao?" Zhengnan asked in confusion.

"My voice... roasted sweet potato..." Jing Maosan's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Oh no! Is there any water? Drink it quickly. I just tried too hard and my throat can't take it anymore." Mingxu was stunned and shouted hurriedly.

"Ah?" The bodyguard was also stunned.

"Third Brother Jing Mao!"

"The water is coming."

"Gudong Gudong~"

"Can you please give me one?" At this time, an old lady came over and bought a roasted sweet potato from the guarantor.

"Thank you."

Thus, the protector won.

Jing Maosan was stunned.

However, he also accepted the fact that he had failed.

After doing this, Bao Shouren came to Jing Maosan and asked, "Is your throat okay, Jing Maosan?"

"It's okay. I just shouted too loudly. I feel much better after drinking some water." Jing Maosan said a little disappointedly.

"That's good. Anyway, I won this game. We agreed that the loser should listen to the winner, right?" Baoshou looked at Jing Mao and reminded him.

"I know. Just tell me."

"Okay, listen carefully, Jing Maosan, you must surpass your father and become the best roasted sweet potato shop!" Bao Shouren's words were unexpected, but also expected.

"Ah?" Jing Maosan was stunned.

"Actually, when I first started doing this job, I also received training from your father, so you and I are brothers in the same school. The way you hawked just now reminded me of my master's voice, but your throat still needs more training. Bye~ Let's compete again when there's a chance." After saying that, the bodyguard turned and left.

"You have a great opponent, Jing Maosan." Suddenly a head popped out from the bushes.

"Dad!" Jing Maosan was stunned.

"The road to roasting sweet potatoes is long and arduous. Keep working hard, Jing Maosan!" The old man looked at Jing Maosan and encouraged him.

"Well. By the way, are you hiding there?" Jing Maosan asked speechlessly.

"I just said that I always felt someone was watching this side." Mingxu was also a little speechless. Old man, you are so good at hiding.

"Who are you?" Xiaoxin asked the other person.

"My father was also the previous owner of the roasted sweet potato shop," Jing Maosan explained.

"Oh oh." Xiaoxin nodded.

However, it has nothing to do with them anymore.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go home."

"Bye~"

"See you tomorrow."

"Hmm~"

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