no way.

Her colleagues were enemies, and the other party attracted everyone's attention with just a billboard, and no one came to her stall at all.

So when Mrs. Cooper came over, she immediately looked over with a smile: "Want to try it?"

"OK."

Mrs. Cooper looked at this face that was somewhat similar to her mother's and had mixed feelings for a moment. She suddenly didn't know what to say and could only squeeze out a smile and agree.

Only then did Aunt Alice see Mrs. Cooper clearly, her eyes flashed, and when she was about to speak, she saw a voluptuous and exaggerated curve twisting around.

"I'm your biggest fan! I've read the life stories on your bottles so many times!"

Mrs. Cooper subconsciously moved to the side, giving up her position to this exaggerated curve, and heard the other party talking to Aunt Alice very excitedly.

"Did your father really drive his chili truck into a papaya tree, thus starting a legend?"

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Cooper also looked over.

no way.

Aunt Alice's father is also her grandfather. She has heard her mother tell many stories about her grandfather, but this is not one of them.

"You're still asking me what's true!"

Aunt Alice pointed to the billboard over there that was still blowing a kiss and said with a smile, "I can't even believe that that human-shaped billboard is actually a person."

After saying this, she looked at the exaggerated opponent in front of her and smiled half-heartedly: "If it were you, there would be no need to hit the papaya tree."

Um.

Maybe a truck hitting you is more legendary!

"Thank you! My name is Gloria!"

The woman holds her hands on her chest and is filled with joy.

That’s right!

The woman in front of her is none other than Mrs. Gloria Pritchett, one of the three most notorious people in Ping'an Town.

She was immersed in the idol's smiling face greeting her, directly ignored the sarcasm, and happily chatted with the idol about hot sauce. It was not until her husband called her again and again that she reluctantly left.

“People nowadays are really willing to do anything to sell goods!”

Aunt Alice watched Gloria leave and said leisurely.

"is that true?"

Mrs. Cooper couldn't help but ask: "Did your father really drive a truck full of chili peppers, hit a papaya tree, and start the hot sauce legend?"

"Oh, please! You believe this too?"

Aunt Alice looked at Mrs. Cooper and laughed.

"not real?"

Mrs. Cooper was stunned.

"That's advertising!"

Aunt Alice smiled and said: "There may be so many legendary stories in the world, but you can regard them as fake for commercial promotions! Trust me!"

Seeing that Mrs. Cooper was a little distracted, she smiled playfully and said: "Besides, you should know very well whether this story is true or false. Didn't your mother tell you?"

"Do you know who I am?"

Mrs. Cooper's eyes widened.

"Of course I know!"

Aunt Alice smiled and said: "Who else could have those big eyes of yours other than from my sister? Little Mary!"

"Auntie, you really know me!"

Mrs. Cooper was surprised and delighted.

"Just call me Alice!"

Aunt Alice smiled and said: "Although I have never met you, of course I know you! Why are you here? Are you here specifically to see me?"

"right."

Mrs. Cooper nodded: "I just learned that my mother has you as a biological sister, but it seems that you two have conflicts, so I thought of coming over to meet you and see if I can help mediate. After all, you are biological sisters!

"

"yes."

Aunt Alice smiled and said: "We are biological sisters, so how is Connie now?"

"Good!"

Mrs. Cooper smiled.

"Where is she?"

Aunt Alice looked around, then smiled and said: "You don't need to tell me, I know, Atlantic City, right?"

"……right."

Mrs. Cooper was immediately embarrassed.

All right.

Her mother was indeed a gambler. As soon as she came over, she immediately went to Atlantic City and lived there directly.

"Connie, Connie, it's true that it's still the same."

Aunt Alice shook her head.

"So why did you have such a conflict that your sisters have not seen each other for so many years?"

Mrs. Cooper asked about her confusion.

"They are all old stories that are not worth mentioning."

Aunt Alice waved her hands, obviously not wanting to say more.

"Tell me, Alice!"

Mrs. Cooper asked: "Is there any conflict that cannot be resolved?"

"Can you get Connie to stop gambling?"

Aunt Alice asked back.

"..."

Mrs. Cooper was speechless.

"Did you see that?"

Aunt Alice shrugged: "Many conflicts are simply irreconcilable."

"Hello, Aunt Alice! We meet again!"

Just when Mrs. Cooper was thinking about how to continue persuading, a suppressed and angry voice came. Mrs. Cooper looked around and saw the face of the fan who had just left, Gloria, whose face was as angry as her figure.

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Cooper was astonished.

"What's wrong?"

Gloria glanced around Aunt Alice's stall, picked up a bottle of hot sauce, and asked, "What is this?"

"This is my new product!"

Aunt Alice smiled and said, "Do you want to try it?"

"No need! Because I've already tasted it!"

Gloria said angrily: "It tastes very good because it tastes exactly like my hot sauce. You stole my hot sauce recipe! Fortunately, I admire you. When I saw your new product, I bought it and tried it as soon as possible!"

"What?"

Aunt Alice looked surprised.

Mrs. Cooper, who made the same sound, looked strange.

Because she suddenly thought of the descriptive words her mother always used when talking about her sister: kleptomaniac!

"How do you explain?! Ha!"

Gloria said angrily.

"You shouldn't argue with me."

Aunt Alice glanced at Mrs. Cooper, and then whispered with fear: "Actually, I'm not the real Aunt Alice!"

"Come on!"

Gloria took the bottle of hot sauce that had stolen her recipe, pointed at the icon on it, and mocked: "It also has your cute little face printed on it!"
To be continued...