How much is a bowl of broth rice? Grandma sat down, took out her wallet, counted the money and ordered a bowl of soup rice, steaming soup rice. Grandma pushed the bowl in front of her grandson. The little boy looked at her and said, "Grandma, have you really had lunch?" "Of course." Grandma chewed slowly with a radish and pickle in her mouth. In the blink of an eye, the little boy ate up a bowl of rice.

Seeing this, the boss walked up to two people and said, "Congratulations, old lady, you are very lucky today. You are our100th guest, so it's free. " After more than a month, one day, the little boy squatted opposite the snack bar, as if counting something, which surprised the boss who inadvertently looked out of the window.

It turned out that every time a little boy saw a guest walk into the shop, he would put pebbles in the circle he drew, but lunch time was almost over, and there were not even fifty pebbles.

The worried boss called all the old customers: "Nothing, I want to treat you to a bowl of soup and a bowl of rice. It's my treat today." After so many people were called, the guests began to arrive one after another. "Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three ..." The little boy counted faster and faster. Finally, at the moment when the ninety-ninth pebble was put into the circle, the little boy hurriedly took his grandmother's hand and entered the snack bar.

"Grandma, it's my treat this time," the little boy said proudly. His grandmother really became the hundredth guest and asked her grandson to treat her to a bowl of hot beef soup rice. The little boy chewed a piece of radish and kimchi in his mouth like his grandmother used to.

The proprietress said, "Give that boy a bowl, too."