Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Zhang Dongmei Gets Bitten on the Butt by a Dog
Su Xiaoxiao was laughing so hard she almost passed out.
What’s wrong with Zhang Dongmei’s head? She’s being chased by a dog, and she dares to suddenly stop?
Currently, the huge black dog, nearly as tall as a person, is clamped tightly onto Zhang Dongmei’s butt.
Zhang Dongmei’s face turned white, she was so terrified that she could only scream incoherently, but the louder she screamed, the more scared the dog became and the tighter it bit.
Zhao Yang stood there holding a stick, looking bewildered, not knowing where to start.
Zhang Dongmei’s face was contorting with pain, she couldn’t care about her image now, furiously shaking her butt, with snot and tears running down her face, she pleaded to Zhao Yang for help: "Comrade Zhao, quick, quick help me."
The dog bared its teeth, growling menacingly whenever someone approached, looking very frightening.
Zhao Yang couldn’t help but feel a retreat was called for, yet when he looked up and saw Su Xiaoxiao gazing worriedly at the scene, he gritted his teeth and charged forward with the stick.
No way, he had to rescue Comrade Su’s friend, to make Comrade Su see him in a different light.
In the crowd, an old man squinted his murky eyes and clapped fiercely: "Good, good, Wu Song, hurry and kill that tiger!"
Everyone!!!
What’s with this grandpa’s vision? Clearly, the male comrade is trying to beat the dog and save the person.
With the old man’s shout, everyone’s gaze collectively fell on Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang suddenly felt immense pressure, no way forward, no way back, if only he hadn’t tried to show off.
But as things had reached this point, he could only steel himself and move forward.
At once, he let out an angry shout, wielding the stick as he dashed up.
He intended to make a surprise attack, to knock out the black dog with one swing of the stick, but unexpectedly, as he raised the stick, the black dog’s fierce eyes suddenly turned toward him.
Zhao Yang was startled by that gaze, his hand shook, and the stick veered off course, hitting the screaming Zhang Dongmei directly.
Then everyone watched as Zhang Dongmei flew in a parabolic trajectory, landing a meter away on the ground with a thud.
Not only were the people stunned, but even the biting black dog was dumbfounded.
Only the old man who thought he was watching a show clapped furiously: "Good! Good! Great acting!"
Zhang Dongmei lay on the ground, her butt aching terribly.
But she dared not get up because it was too embarrassing.
That damned black dog had just torn her pants, leaving her butt exposed and chilly in the air; she really didn’t know how to face people, so she simply decided to pretend to faint.
At the same time, she desperately prayed for a kind soul to take her away from this social death scene.
Zhao Yang stood there, momentarily confused, realizing what he had just done, he hurriedly took off his jacket and covered Zhang Dongmei’s butt.
"Mr. Zhang, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to."
Zhang Dongmei wouldn’t dare respond, she just wanted to faint dead away; it was way too embarrassing.
But it turned out that someone, no, a dog, wanted to mess with her.
The black dog, having regained its senses, charged over again fiercely. Zhao Yang was startled and remembering this black dog’s ferocity from before, his face turned white as he quickly dodged to the side.
Zhang Dongmei inwardly cursed him as useless, listening to those increasingly closer panting sounds.
She was so scared that her hairs stood on end.
As the black dog closed in, she couldn’t care about anything else, bouncing up from the ground and sprinting away.
Everyone watched blankly as the person and the dog ran off into the distance, their eyes vacant.
Indeed, human potential is limitless, this female comrade was holding her butt while running so fast she almost created a blur.
Who would’ve thought Zhang Dongmei, who always looked down her nose at people, would have such a disheveled day, Su Xiaoxiao was laughing so hard she almost cried.
This "Words and Law Follow" works pretty well, too bad it’s only used so rarely.
The old man watching the show was puzzled as he saw them run away: "It was getting interesting, why’d the guy playing the tiger run off?"
Spectators: Grandpa, your eyesight is really not that great.
After this morning’s incident, Zhang Dongmei, perhaps affected by the embarrassment, directly took leave and went home.
Soon it was time for the department store to open for business, and the salesclerks stood spiritedly behind the counter.
The training over the past few days had shown initial results, each clerk was full of enthusiastic smiles, and even their posture was uniformly proper.
As it was almost closing time, Xu Cuilan walked around the hall, hands behind her back, nodding in satisfaction, Comrade Xiao Su’s training was really well done.
In just a few days, everyone’s spirit had transformed remarkably.
At that moment, an old lady walked aggressively to Zhang Yulan’s counter and threw an oiled paper package onto it.
"Look at what you’re selling, all rotten and you sold it to me, my precious grandson got poisoned and is in the hospital, what are you going to do about it?"
Zhang Yulan puzzledly picked up the oiled paper package, opened it to see a few pieces of Changbai Cake inside, only for some reason they had been broken into pieces, some even had tooth marks on them.
"Ma’am, are you sure these cakes were bought from here?"
"Of course, I queued here a few days ago to buy them for my grandson, yet he took only a few bites and got poisoned and is now lying in the hospital."
The old lady placed her hands on her hips, aggressive.
"Ma’am, please calm down, our cakes are all made fresh and sold fresh, it shouldn’t have happened as you said."
As she spoke, Zhang Yulan looked closely at the oiled paper wrapping the Changbai Cake, it was indeed a style commonly used by the department store for wrapping cakes.
Just as she was worried, Su Xiaoxiao came over: "Sister Zhang, I remember that our department store didn’t have any Changbai Cake supply this week, right?"
That one sentence woke up the dreamer.
Zhang Yulan immediately realized: "Changbai Cakes last at most around one week, if it was bought a week ago, it would have gone bad by now."
Speaking, she turned to the old lady: "Ma’am, when did you buy this Changbai Cake?"
The old lady thought for a moment: "Can’t quite recall, probably last Monday."
Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged looks, purchased last Monday, today is Thursday, and with the weather still somewhat warm now, it certainly would’ve gone bad.
"I’ve already broken off all the moldy parts; the rest is good."
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
Case closed, it’s full of mold, the old lady still gave it to her grandson; of course, he’d have food poisoning.
People from this era are mostly thrifty, believing that if something looks fine, it’s good, without any concept of expiration dates.
Not to mention this era, even in modern times she’d seen in the news about an old lady who wouldn’t throw out expired food, causing the whole family to end up in the hospital.
"Ma’am, the thing is, once mold grows on the cake, even if you break off the bad parts, the rest is already contaminated with fungus, eating it can easily cause poisoning."
Su Xiaoxiao tried to reason with her.
But the old lady wouldn’t listen: "I’ve always eaten like this, it’s never caused issues, it’s definitely a problem with your cake."