Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Mo Lan glanced at the sky; it was nearly noon. She asked Qiu Dajun to buy 20 steamed buns from the shop next door, and then took them back to Old Liu's place.

Old Liu looked at the large meat bun that Mo Lan handed him, his eyes flashing with gratitude. Seeing that he really couldn't refuse, he finally accepted it, intending to put it away and take it home for his grandson to eat.

“Grandpa Liu, these five are all yours. You can eat two, and take the rest back with you. How can you not eat them? We still have to go back.” Mo Lan saw that Old Liu had wrapped the buns but hadn’t touched them, so she urged him to eat them.

"It's alright, I brought some flatbread. It'll keep you full." Old Liu smiled憨厚ly, took out a mixed-grain flatbread, and started taking a bite.

Mo Lan watched him struggle to bite into the flatbread and swallow hard, and felt a pang of sadness, but she didn't try to persuade him further.

After they finished eating, Mo Lan wanted to find a restaurant to sell mountain vegetables. Liu Shi and Qiu Dajun were worried and insisted on coming along, so she had no choice but to let them follow.

The three of them asked at several restaurants, but were turned away each time. However, Mo Lan was not discouraged and patiently asked at each one.

"I'll go check this one out. You guys don't need to go in yet. Just wait for me at the entrance." Mo Lan stopped in front of another restaurant. This restaurant wasn't very big, and it only had one floor, but it looked like an old establishment.

"Alright, Lanlan, go ahead. Dajun and I will wait for you here." Liu didn't stop Molan. Anyway, they would be kicked out if they went in, so it didn't matter whether they went in or not.

Mo Lan stepped into the restaurant called "Xiangji Restaurant". She looked around and saw that there were not many people in the room. There were only two tables of customers. Three young masters were sitting at one table, and three people were sitting at the other table. However, judging from their attire and expressions, they should be with the three young masters and were probably their servants.

Just as Mo Lan was sizing up the three young masters, the waiter came over.

"Waiter, do you buy wild vegetables here?" Mo Lan quickly smiled and handed the basket in her hand to the waiter so he could see her wild vegetables.

"Go away, this is a restaurant, a place to eat. You're selling these worthless wild vegetables, are you crazy?" The waiter looked at the wild vegetables in Mo Lan's basket with disdain and began to shoo her away.

"Fifth Brother, Seventh Brother, look, someone's selling wild grass at the restaurant! Can you eat grass?" the youngest of the three young masters asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Mo Lan's expression didn't change after hearing the waiter's words. It wasn't that she was shameless or didn't care what others said, but rather that she didn't have the luxury of caring right now. Besides, that's just how waiters are—they look down on the poor but fawn over the rich. What good would it do to argue with them? Call them contemptuous? Or call them blind and ignorant, not knowing that this little girl he looked down on would definitely be more successful than him someday?

She took a serious look at the young man who had spoken. Judging from his age, he should be about the same as Erlang, but his complexion was much rosier, with a baby face, thick eyebrows, big, bright eyes, a round nose, and rosy lips. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was very kind and cute. His clothes were light blue, and the material was definitely not ordinary.

Mo Lan narrowed her eyes. This slightly chubby little boy was cute, and judging from his clothes, he was probably a young master from a wealthy family. So, at his age, he should be full of curiosity about everything. How could he say that her mountain vegetables were weeds? Heh.

Mo Lan, secretly amused, gave the chubby boy another serious look, then gave him a big smile—a smile that carried three parts mischief, two parts friendliness, two parts cuteness, and three parts mystery. Then she turned around, took small steps, and walked out of the shop.

"Hey." A voice called out from behind, probably from the chubby boy earlier. Mo Lan didn't turn around and continued walking slowly.

"Hey, hey, you little girl, stop right there." The voice behind her grew louder. Mo Lan smiled slightly, but she still didn't stop.

The chubby boy who called out to Mo Lan was very upset. He had gone out to eat with his two older brothers today, only to see a little girl enter the restaurant selling wild herbs. Selling wild herbs was one thing, but she had given him such a strange smile. He was astonished; he couldn't believe how many emotions could be conveyed in a smile. He couldn't resist his curiosity and called out to her, but after calling her twice, she ignored him. He was furious!

"I want to buy your wild grass, stop right there! Waiter, go stop her for me!" He saw that the girl wouldn't stop, so he had no choice but to call out to the waiter to stop her.

"Hey, girl selling wild vegetables, stop! Young Master Xue wants to buy your wild vegetables." The waiter heard the chubby boy's call and hurriedly caught up with Mo Lan.

"What? Someone wants to buy my wild vegetables?" Mo Lan turned around and smiled slightly. Her expression was clearly visible to the three young masters.

"Yes, yes. You're lucky today to have met Young Master Xue. He's kind enough to buy your wild vegetables. Come with me quickly." The waiter looked arrogant, as if he had done Mo Lan a great favor.

"I see." Mo Lan drew out the last syllable of "ah," her voice clear and crisp, like the gentle murmur of a spring flowing through one's heart, and her smile grew even sweeter.

"I'm not selling anymore." She said with a smile, then turned and left without looking back. Throughout the whole process, she didn't look at the three young men, not even glancing at them out of the corner of her eye. But she knew very well that the three men were looking at her. The three gazes that fell on her contained different things.

"You! You stop right there! Hey, don't go! I'm telling you, girl, I'll call you 'Grandma,' okay? Please, have some mercy and come with me. Don't go!" The waiter's face changed instantly. He wanted to scold Mo Lan for being ungrateful, but she ignored him. He had no choice but to chase after her, change his address, put on a smile, and beg Mo Lan to go with him to serve the young master Xue he mentioned.

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"Young master, please look, these are wild vegetables. May I ask how much you would like to buy?" At this moment, Mo Lan was already standing next to the three young masters, presenting the basket to them for them to look at, while she tried her best to avoid looking at the three of them.

Actually, she had already sized up the three of them after entering. Apart from the youngest chubby boy, the other two surprised her. The two were young gentlemen, one dressed in blue and the other in purple.

The oldest among them, dressed in blue, was about 16 or 17 years old. His handsome, sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards, and his sharp black eyes flashed like cold stars. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his features were sharply defined. His thick black hair was held up with a jade hairpin. He wore a long silk blue robe, with a mutton-fat jade pendant hanging at his waist. He wore thick black boots, and his whole demeanor was aloof and cold, yet he exuded an imposing aura.

Such people are the most cold and difficult to approach. Unless they open their hearts to you, any interaction with them will always be like offering a warm face to a cold backside. Mo Lan doesn't think she's particularly attractive or unique, so she's not very willing to deal with such people, nor is she someone she can afford to mess with.

The woman in purple was about a year younger than him. She had a fair and smooth face, thick black eyebrows, and dark, deep eyes that shone with a captivating light. She had a high nose bridge, exquisitely shaped lips, and wore a purple jade hairpin to adorn her hair. She also wore a purple silk robe, a blue jade pendant at her waist, and matching black-soled thick boots. She held a black gold folding fan in her hand, and every aspect of her exuded nobility and elegance.

The two men shared some similarities in their features and both possessed an air of nobility; however, the man in blue had an air of aloofness, while the man in purple exuded composure.

They're all formidable. Mo Lan was stunning at first glance, but upon closer inspection, she immediately restrained herself, knowing she couldn't approach them for fear of bringing trouble upon herself. So she chose to leave, partly as a strategic retreat, but also partly out of genuine concern.

"This? Can we eat these? Put the vegetables aside and consider it my payment. I said I called you earlier, why didn't you stop?" The chubby boy looked at Mo Lan standing next to him and asked her with a curious expression.

"Did the young master call me? I didn't know." Mo Lan frowned, looking completely confused.

"Of course I did! I called you several times!" The chubby boy looked at Mo Lan's expression and felt a little discouraged. It turned out that he had called her for a long time but she didn't know.

“Young Master keeps calling me ‘Hey,’ how am I supposed to know he’s calling me? I don’t call him ‘Hey,’” Mo Lan said matter-of-factly.

"So what's your name?" The chubby boy didn't mind Mo Lan's attitude and asked her name curiously.

"Then what's your name?" Mo Lan repeated.

"Yeah, what's your name?" The chubby boy was a little annoyed; why was this girl repeating his words?

"Yes, what's your name?" Mo Lan repeated, looking serious, though she was secretly laughing her head off. This chubby little guy was really funny.

"I meant what's your name? Why are you repeating me?" The chubby boy was a little annoyed. He puffed out his cheeks and looked at Mo Lan, then glanced at the ambiguous smiles on the faces of his two older brothers beside him, and suddenly understood.

"Are you kidding me? I'm the one asking you your name, why are you asking me back?" The chubby boy glared at Mo Lan, demanding an answer from her.

"No?" Mo Lan asked softly.

"Of course not! I asked first." The chubby boy was about to get angry when he met Mo Lan's big eyes. Those eyes were blinking and looking at him. He suddenly felt that he shouldn't be angry. She was so cute. She just wanted to know his name. Why should he be angry?

"My name is Xue Linglei, and I'm the tenth in my family." The chubby boy blurted out his name without realizing it. After he finished speaking, he saw the surprised looks on his two older brothers' faces. He was a little embarrassed and smiled, saying, "She's a girl and younger than me, so I let her speak first."

Seeing his amusing expression, Mo Lan chuckled. After laughing, she noticed the chubby boy's face showed a hint of embarrassment and anger, so she quickly stopped laughing and said, "Young Master Xue, why did you buy my wild vegetables? Would you like me to tell you how to cook them?"

"No need for the cooking method. This is a restaurant, they'll naturally cook it for you. Just let them do it. As for why I bought your wild vegetables, I didn't want to buy them. I just saw you smile at me, and your smile was strange, so I called out to you to buy some. Now tell me your name, or I won't pay you for the vegetables." The chubby boy, seeing that Mo Lan had changed the subject, became somewhat resentful and threatened to withhold payment.