After Eating Gutter Fried Dough Sticks for Three Years, My Boss Asked Me to Pay for the Plastic Bag.

While eating breakfast, I turned on the light of the fried dough sticks shop. The landlady's mother-in-law looked like she was facing a formidable enemy, pointed at my nose and scolded me for being mean-spirited: "You are sincerely trying to get in trouble with us, aren't you? You just ate a fried dough stick and took it with you, and now you still turn on the light. I dare not take away your electrical meter." I want to say that this shop was rented to her by my family, and she really used my electrical meter. But it is better to do less than to do more, so I tolerated her strange temper. Unexpectedly, she got even more serious, blocking the door and showing the payment code: "You just paid for the dough sticks, what about the electricity bill? Where about the plastic bag money?"