The daily life of American drama detective

Out of the principal's office.

"Stop talking, it's already out."

Little Sheldon's father broke away from his wife's pull.

"How dare you say it!"

Mrs. Cooper stared at her big eyes, and cursed in a low voice: "Homesick? We Texans are almost ashamed of you!"

"I just don't want to waste it... It's settled very satisfactorily, isn't it?"

Little Sheldon's father barely explained, then shrugged.

"what a shame."

Little Sheldon frowned: "She accepted it so well, I expected her to come forward and make Chuck give up!"

"she……"

Little Sheldon's father opened his mouth to speak.

"That's fine with her!"

Mrs. Cooper answered immediately, glared at her husband again, and then said to her son, who was completely confused about the situation: "That's the end of this matter."

Seeing Little Sheldon opened her mouth and wanted to say something, she suddenly understood the Japanese wife's passive sentence pattern: "Shelley, you don't want Chuck to find you again for this kind of thing, do you?"

"..."

Little Sheldon immediately fell silent.

After arriving at the parking lot and Little Sheldon got into the car, Little Sheldon's father stood outside and said to his wife in a low voice: "The principal is clearly a threat, so it's fine to accept it!"

"It's good to accept it."

Mrs. Cooper reminded in a low voice: "The conditions she gave are not as good as those given by Chuck. Chuck will not harm us. If you tell Shelly, there may be unnecessary disturbances again."

"Ok."

Little Sheldon's father thought of the feeling of being rescued from a desperate situation when he met Chuck for the first time, and nodded in approval of his wife's statement to Chuck.

Different from Little Sheldon, they all think that Chuck's family are good people in their ordinary thinking.

"Just let me sit here!"

After the family of three got into the car and drove out of the campus, Mrs. Cooper said to her husband.

"Mom, do you want to take the bus?"

Little Sheldon asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have something to do later."

Mrs. Cooper said while unbuttoning her seat belt.

"whats the matter?"

Little Sheldon asked.

"Something small."

Mrs. Cooper hesitated to speak.

"Please clarify!"

Little Sheldon frowned and reminded: "Mom, I used to not talk about you in Texas, but now this is New Jersey, we live in Beverly's house, and her social etiquette is to speak clearly."

"Go to the market to buy something, okay?"

Mrs. Cooper said angrily.

"Oh, boy."

Little Sheldon looked at the angry mother, then at the unmoved father, and immediately shook his head: "I told you about our family's current financial situation, and we can't afford lawyers, including divorce lawyers!

But mom, you don't have to worry, since grandma has money and can hire a business lawyer for us, with her consistent attitude towards dad, she must be more willing to help us hire a divorce lawyer. "

"what?"

The Coopers shouted in unison.

"It's not that you have conflicts, and you can't reconcile them. Mom would rather take the bus than stay with you. This is a typical sign of escalating conflicts between husband and wife in a family."

Little Sheldon frowned and said: "The subsequent divorce is predictable. Although I have said it before, since you don't have my high-definition image memory, I will say it again, my mother and I!"

"We have no conflicts!"

Mrs. Cooper said helplessly.

"If you really follow her, then I will thank God!"

Little Sheldon's father was very dissatisfied with his son's straightforward choice, and complained angrily.

"Look!"

Young Sheldon shrugged at his mother.

"George, stop talking nonsense! We are family and will never be apart!"

cried Mrs Cooper.

"That's what the wedding vows say, but the 64 percent divorce rate in the United States tells us that someone is always lying."

Little Sheldon shrugged, "I believe numbers don't lie!"

"..."

The Coopers and his wife were both stunned and looked at each other with a guilty conscience.

Because let alone Little Sheldon this time, even they believed this number a little bit. After all, they said that they would never be separated, but their spirits were derailed before.

"Sheldon, there is no conflict, no escalation, and no divorce!"

Mrs Cooper explained.

"Then why are you taking the bus?"

Little Sheldon asked.

"I really have something to do, and your father knows it."

Mrs. Cooper said angrily: "That's the end of this topic. I don't want to hear any more of this topic. No one is allowed to know, especially Beverly!"

In fact, she could say that she was going to find Aunt Alice, but once she said it, with Little Sheldon's personality, I'm afraid that the things that were just set up just now would cause trouble again.

Besides this past time, we still don't know the result of the mediation.

If there is no progress, but Grandma Little Sheldon is told first, there will definitely be a catastrophe.

"Are you asking me to keep a secret?"

Little Sheldon first showed a look of "I really hit the spot", and then frowned.

"Not keeping a secret..."

Mrs. Cooper said something, and then got out of the car with a headache: "George, you explain!"

As a mother, she is too aware of her son's habit of keeping secrets, and emphasizing keeping secrets with him will only make the secret spread faster.

So she simply didn't bother to say it.

Little Sheldon's father watched his wife get out of the car angrily, and then saw his son's persistent eyes looking at him waiting for the answer from the rearview mirror, stepped on the accelerator and left.

Without his wife's excessive doting, he was too lazy to say anything.

After Mrs. Cooper got off the bus, she got on the bus according to the address given by Chuck and the bus route she found, and went all the way to the market. After asking, she walked to the hot sauce stall.

Then her big eyeballs widened.

But it was a billboard with a full-length image of an unusually ferocious and charming woman, standing there blowing kisses, and a group of people gathered around to take pictures.

Ok.

All men!

Some even do all sorts of wretched actions.

She couldn't understand it, but was shocked.

Ok.

Looking at the unusually uneven point, she can actually understand a little bit.

After a closer look, it turns out that it also sells hot sauce, Colombian special hot sauce, named so spicy sauce!

Mrs. Cooper frowned, contemptuous in her heart: "This is not selling hot sauce, this is selling meat!"

But she also has to admit that this kind of figure is indeed worthy of the connotative name of "Spicy Sauce".

She forcibly looked away and continued to search for other sellers of hot sauce. When she saw a white-haired old lady standing in front of a dazzling array of stalls, her eyes lit up immediately.

The old lady was also paying attention to the group of people.

no way.

The colleague is an enemy, and the other party only attracts everyone's attention with just a billboard, and no one comes to her booth at all.

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

"Okay."

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

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

"I'm a huge fan of yours! I've read your life story on the jar so many times!"

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

"Did your father really drive a chili truck into a papaya tree and start a legend?"

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

no way.

Aunt Alice's father was also her grandfather. She had heard many stories about her grandfather from her mother, but this was not one of them.

"You still ask me what is true!"

Aunt Alice pointed to the billboard that was still blowing kisses, and said with a smile, "I still can't believe that the human billboard is really a person."

Speaking of this, she looked at the exaggerated opponent in front of her, with a half-smile: "If it were you, you wouldn't have to hit the papaya tree at all."

Ok.

Maybe the truck hitting you is more legendary!
"Thank you! My name is Gloria!"

The woman clasped her hands in front of her chest with infinite joy.

That's right!

The woman in front of her was Mrs. Gloria Pritchett, one of the three injustices in Ping An Town.

She was engrossed in the idol's smiling face welcoming her, and ignored the sarcasm. She happily chatted with the idol about hot sauce, until her husband called her again and again, and 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 bear it anymore and asked: "Did your father really drive a truck full of peppers, hit a papaya tree, and start the hot sauce legend?"

"Oh, please! Do you believe that too?"

Aunt Alice looked at Mrs. Cooper and smiled.

"not true?"

Mrs. Cooper was taken aback.

"That's advertising!"

Aunt Alice laughed and said, "There may be so many legendary stories in the world, but you can treat them as fake if they are commercially advertised! Trust me!"

Seeing that Mrs. Cooper was a little absent-minded, she smiled playfully: "Besides, you should be very clear about whether this story is true or not. Didn't your mother tell you?"

"You know who I am?"

Mrs. Cooper stared.

"Of course I know!"

Aunt Alice smiled and said, "Your big eyeballs, who else could you have inherited 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've never met you, of course I know you! By the way, why are you here? Did you come here specifically to find me?"

"Correct."

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

"Yes."

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

"Good!"

Mrs. Cooper smiled.

"What about her?"

Aunt Alice looked around, and then said with a smile: "You don't need to say, I know, Atlantic City, right?"

"……Correct."

Mrs. Cooper was suddenly embarrassed.

Ok.

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

"Connie, Connie, it really hasn't changed."

Aunt Alice shook her head.

"So why do you have conflicts, so that your sisters haven't seen each other for so many years?"

Mrs. Cooper asked about her confusion.

"It's all old things that are not worth mentioning."

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

"Tell me, Alice!"

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

"Can you get Connie to stop gambling?"

Aunt Alice asked back.

"..."

Mrs. Cooper was at a loss for words.

"See?"

Aunt Alice shrugged: "Many conflicts cannot be reconciled at all."

"Hello, Aunt Alice! We meet again!"

Just as Mrs. Cooper was thinking about how to continue persuading, a suppressed and angry voice came. Mrs. Cooper looked for the sound and saw that the face of the fan Gloria who had just left was the same as her figure, and she was aggrieved.

"what happened?"

Mrs. Cooper was amazed.

"what happened?"

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

"This is my new product!"

Aunt Alice smiled and said, "Would you like to try it?"

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

Gloria said angrily: "The taste is very good, because the taste is exactly the same as my hot sauce. You stole my hot sauce recipe! Thanks to my admiration for you, I saw your new product, so I bought it and tasted it immediately!"

"what?"

Aunt Alice looked surprised.

Mrs. Cooper, who made the same voice, had a strange expression on her face.

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

"How do you explain that?! Ha!"

Gloria groaned angrily.

"You shouldn't be arguing with me."

Aunt Alice glanced at Mrs. Cooper, and then said in a low voice with fear, "Actually, I'm not the real Aunt Alice!"

"Come on!"

Gloria held the bottle of hot sauce that had stolen her recipe, pointed at the icon on it, and mocked, "It's still printed with your cute little face!"

"Aunt Alice is a brand owned by a big company."

Aunt Alice explained in a low voice: "They steal all kinds of products, and they also have a professional team of lawyers to fight lawsuits to suppress those who oppose them, and they have never lost, so they are called New Jersey Pizza Hut!"

Speaking of this, she cried and begged: "Please don't tell this matter, or I will lose my job, and my tuition loan for art classes has not been paid off."

"Really?"

Gloria was a little skeptical.

"of course it's true!"

Aunt Alice nodded affirmatively, then pointed at Mrs. Cooper, and said to Gloria: "Do you know who she is? She is my niece. We have never met it because of her mother, who is My sister, when we had conflicts back then, we were both very strong, if I wasn't worried about losing my job, do you think I would tell her about my predicament in front of her face?"

Speaking of this, she burst into tears.

Gloria and Mrs. Cooper quickly comforted her.

"Let's go, I want to be quiet."

Aunt Alice cried for a while, then lowered her head to wipe her tears, and waved to the two of them.

"Ok."

The two can only leave.

"I didn't expect it to be like this."

After leaving the supermarket, Gloria sighed.

"Oh, I didn't expect my aunt to be so unsatisfactory."

Mrs. Cooper sighed too.

The two sighed together for a while, chatted for a while, and found that they both knew Chuck. Gloria said enthusiastically, "Where are you going, I'll see you off!"

"It's… okay."

Faced with Gloria's enthusiasm, Mrs. Cooper originally wanted to refuse, but because of Chuck's face, she couldn't refuse too much, so she agreed and followed Gloria's car.

"Ah, it's Aunt Alice!"

Gloria saw Aunt Alice coming out from the driver's seat, and immediately said with pity: "It's too pitiful, I still have to take the bus when I'm old, let me give her a ride..."

Before she finished speaking, Aunt Alice crossed the bus stop sign, took out a key and pressed it, and a Maserati convertible flashed beside the bus stop sign.

"son of a bitch!"

Gloria suddenly turned into a child of the beach.

But Mrs. Cooper was dumbfounded, and had a more intuitive feeling about why her mother never talked about this relative with her.