If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

Chapter 113 It’s all the same

Xu Muyu didn't move for a long time, and Wan Chuncao gave him her blue sun hat instead: "Blue and pink are the same, didn't you hear what the slogan said, it doesn't matter whether you have a boy or a girl."

Could there be any connection?

Xu Muyu was forced to raise his head and let her put the hat on him.

Put the hat on Xu Muyu and Wan Chuncao, and then you can set off.

The key point is to set off. How can Xu Muyu's legs and wheelchair fit into her convertible tricycle?

Wan Chuncao was well prepared. She placed a small stool inside for Xu Muyu to sit on, and then tied the wheelchair with a rope to secure it. Once he sat firmly, they could set off.

She told Xu Muyu to trust her driving skills: "Even when we are old, I can still use this car to carry you to bury you."

Xu Muyu really thanked her. He couldn't refuse and could only hold on to her.

Wan Chuncao directly pulled his hand and placed it on her clothes, asking him to hold her clothes firmly.

There is really nothing to hold on to on the car, and the two sides are not very stable, so it is best to hold on to the Wanchun grass.

In order to prevent any problems with his legs that would delay the journey, Xu Muyu held onto Guan Chuncao's waist and grasped her clothes to keep himself seated.

Wan Chuncao glanced back, twitched the corner of his mouth, and set off.

The first step of the tricycle was like the first hammer that broke through the wall of the house.

All changes have officially begun.

The destination is far away and it takes about twenty minutes to get there by bike.

It would have been more appropriate to take a taxi for such a long distance, but Wan Chuncao chose her tricycle.

There is no big reason, just: "The air is fresh in the morning!"

Xu Muyu sat in the back and had to endure the occasional bumps. He was bounced up twice. The road was full of cars. He only breathed in the exhaust fumes and didn't feel the air was fresh at all.

Guan Chuncao complained that he was too nosy, "This is called being down-to-earth. Do you understand what it means to be down-to-earth? Only when a person is down-to-earth can he be regarded as a human being."

Whether it was the earth energy or the car exhaust, Xu Muyu didn't dare to say, for fear of angering her and she would abandon the car and leave him halfway on the road in anger.

But Xu Muyu was still surprised by how crowded this city was.

Even outside the market in the morning, there were people coming and going, even more crowded than what you see on TV.

After getting out of the car and locking it twice outside, Wan Chuncao told Xu Muyu that this was not a market, but a bazaar where vendors from all over came together to set up stalls.

In other words, when buying the things in this episode, you have to rely on your own eyes. Whatever you buy is yours, so you have to choose the things carefully.

But isn't the purpose of coming to the market to pick out new styles and cheap products? With Guan Chuncao's eyes, how can she not tell the good from the bad?

Sitting in the wheelchair again, Xu Muyu was still a little hesitant about entering this crowded and messy market.

There were more people at the fair than at the mall last time, more than he had met in all the past few years.

"It's already this late, and there are still so many people."

Wan Chuncao calmly pushed his wheelchair forward: "It looks like it's even more crowded inside."

Xu Muyu grabbed the wheelchair handle. I hope it's not too much.

Once we entered the market, it was just as Wan Chuncao had said, there were even more people.

It's even livelier inside than outside, with shouts everywhere, some with their own mouths, some with the blast of small loudspeakers, selling all sorts of things.

All food, drinks and daily necessities are sold together, without any distinction of type.

Xu Muyu sat in a wheelchair, gripping the handles so tightly that veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

There were too many people, so many that all he could see were people.

With so many people around, they would definitely look at me, they would definitely notice my legs, and they would definitely see that I am a disabled person who needs others to push me around.

They...how could they see a cripple without looking at him with curiosity.

"Hey, husband, do you want to eat fried buns? We just had some porridge in the morning, and we're not very full. Do you want to eat something delicious?"

Wan Chuncao didn't care what Xu Muyu was thinking at all and pushed him towards the snack stand.

Xu Muyu's hand gripped the wheelchair handle again, and he believed her words and came out with her, but she didn't care about him at all, she only thought about... "Hmm?"

A hot fried bun was stuffed into his mouth. Xu Muyu quickly raised his hand to take it away. It was still hot after he took it away. The fried bun rolled around in his hands. The scene was a bit funny.

Wan Chuncao laughed out loud at what he saw. After paying the money, she took the fried bun from his hand and put it back into the bag.

"Does it smell good?"

Wan Chuncao pushed Xu Muyu forward and said to him, "Hot buns taste good, right? Fried ones are even more delicious. What do you think?"

Xu Muyu was a little annoyed at being teased. When she asked him questions, he didn't even want to pay attention to her.

Wan Chuncao picked another steamed dumpling, blew on it, and fed it to him again. They stood in the market. She said, "We walked in and bought something. Did anyone keep looking at us? Not even the boss who sold us the fried dumplings."

"Everyone is busy buying and selling goods. Who has the time to stare at others?"

She ate one herself and put the rest of the bag in his hand: "Besides, we all have eyes. If he looks at you, just look back. We all have eyes, so why shouldn't he be looked at?"

"As long as you don't fall in love with me, I will become a widow."

The bun in his mouth had an oily aroma, and the gravy of the meat filling burst in his mouth. Xu Muyu bit the small meat bun and looked up at her.

She was still so calm, and her eyes were still so determined, as if she was not afraid of anything, not even these people, their gazes.

Perhaps it was her look or the smell of meat in his mouth that made Xu Muyu calm down a little.

Indeed, they had advanced several meters and no one was watching them.

Some people looked at them, but most of them just gave them a quick, curious glance, and none of them had the leisure to stare at them as if they were examining merchandise.

Besides, Wan Chuncao wiped the corner of Xu Muyu's mouth with her hand: "Aren't I with you?"

She asks him to relax, they are in this together.

No matter what others think of him, she is with him.

Xu Muyu looked up at her and swallowed the bun in his mouth: "Yeah."

Wan Chuncao grinned at him and asked him, "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

Xu Muyu looked into her eyes again, lowered his head and looked around, then nodded: "Well, all is fine."

Wan Chuncao rubbed his face with the back of her hand and continued to walk with him: "Everything is OK?"

"How about cooked large intestine?"

"…You don't have to be so harsh."

"Where's the mixed flour?"

“Too dry.”

"Would you like some grilled chicken legs?"