It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

And what is Mo Wuming, who was remembered by Fang Mian because of the food, doing now?

He was eating hot and sour noodles at the noodle stall. He took a sip of the soup and swallowed it with squinted eyes.

"Old man, add another side dish~"

In fact, he can still eat another bowl, but he will be full. He can eat 7% full, and he can still have some stomach to eat some fruits for snacks after meals.

Mo Wuming was devoting himself to eating noodles with his head down, when suddenly there was a clear and crisp voice from above: "Brother Mo, what a coincidence, can I sit at the same table with you?"

Mo Wuming raised his head, there were two little girls standing by his table, one behind the other, they were obviously familiar with the master and servant, why did they look familiar?

Although he felt that the other party was just a little girl in middle school and high school, she could be a wife and mother here, and it was not very good for men and women to sit at the same table, so he quickly glanced to the side, but there was no one there.

Just when he was about to refuse, a man walked in from the corner and sat on the empty table next to him. The man noticed that someone was staring at him, and looked at Mo Wuming defensively.

Mo Wuming said: ....

Turning his face back, he smiled awkwardly at the little girl, "Sit down."

Hearing this, Miss Zhang sat down pretending to be reserved with a smile on her face.

Miss Zhang thought, Brother Mo didn't reject her, he must have a good impression of her, she is very confident in her well-dressed today.

I cheered myself up in my heart, raised my eyes and said to Mo Wuming who was bowing his head and eating noodles: "Brother Mo, thank you for saving me in Taohuaxi last month. I always wanted to thank you personally, but I never had the chance. Today , today is really fate, this is for you."

With a shy tone and a soft voice, it seems to others that she is really a delicate and timid beauty, as beautiful as a flower and as soft as water, and the red cloud on her face adds to her color.

But Mo Wuming's whole body is not well, and he looked at the purse handed to him like being struck by lightning, and the fish playing among the lotus leaves embroidered on it, it seemed that he put his heart into it.

However, raising his eyes to look at the little girl in front of him, the watery eyes, the collagen all over the face, this baby fat that cannot be ignored, is definitely underage.

Opened his mouth, opened his mouth again.It's unscientific, how can there be such a bold little girl in this era.

Miss Zhang saw that Mo Wuming hadn't moved, the red cloud on her face quickly turned pale, "Why, why?" Why didn't she accept it? Is she not good enough, is she not beautiful enough, because she doesn't know her confession in such a public way? Shame?The education she has received for many years is not enough to support her to ask these guesses frankly.

Mo Wuming finally remembered that when the peach blossoms were in full bloom last month, he went to Peach Blossom Mountain to join in the fun and also went to enjoy the peach blossoms.The peach blossoms on a mountain top look like clouds and clouds from a distance, the breeze blows, and the blossoming peach blossoms are raining. It is really beautiful.

Being in it was like a dream, but there were a lot of people, and Taohuaxi was the most crowded place. He remembered that many people were almost squeezed out, so he casually grabbed the person next to him who was about to fall down. It was very dangerous, so he protected her out of the crowd by the way.It turned out to be her, Ms. Zhang from the Zhang family. Afterwards, his family gave him a lot of thank-you gifts.

When I came back to my senses, I heard why, what why?Looking up, she found that Miss Zhang in front of her was pale and crumbling, like a small white flower in the wind. What happened? ?

Seeing that the girl's hand holding the purse was shaking all the time, he quickly caught the purse and put it on the table, and poured a glass of water to the girl opposite, "What's the matter, but the sun is too big and you have heatstroke?"

When Miss Zhang realized that the purse in her hand had been taken, she raised her head in surprise, and a glass of water was stuffed into her hand. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the purse that had been randomly placed on the oily dining table, and the tears she had just withdrawn immediately fell down.

No, what did he do to her? Didn't he dislike the food in the inn and come out to eat bowls of noodles? What a disaster!

Seeing the crying girl holding a water glass, Mo Wuming became irritable, you can tell me what happened, she started crying and crying without saying a word, those who didn’t know why he dripped on her, didn’t see the snoring and snorting Did the man next door look at it with his mouth full?

Mo Wuming really wanted to throw up his sleeves and leave, but he couldn't.Taking a deep breath, he slowed down and asked Ms. Zhang opposite: "What's wrong with you, but you don't feel well, is there something wrong? Don't cry yet?"

Xiao Lian, the maidservant next to her who was acting as a transparent person, couldn't hold back any longer. She also knew that shouting would bring bad reputation to her young lady, and maybe she would be punished.I could only suppress my temper and whisper: "Mr. Mo, this purse was embroidered by our young lady who forgot to eat and sleep. She spent several nights and wasted a lot of cloth before she embroidered it. How could you casually throw it on this dirty table?"

"Ah?" Mo Wuming looked up at the servant girl, then looked down at the purse on the table, and then at her young lady.

Ms. Zhang stopped crying, she covered her face with her sleeve and looked at Mo Wuming expectantly. Anyway, she was going all out, and her face was gone. She wanted to know if Big Brother Mo was interested in her, and why he rejected her marriage proposal.

Mo Wuming was helpless, he couldn't accept it, and he wasn't allowed to act stupid, besides, the table was clean, where was it dirty?

My head hurts a little, and Brother Du dare to say that the daughter of Boss Zhang, who is mainly engaged in food, is the one in front of me who went to his house to propose marriage to him a few days ago.He said why he insisted on marrying him, Yuanyuan turned out to be watching peach blossoms that time, how can this be fixed.

Sitting up straight and dignified, Mo Wuming tried to politely reject Ms. Zhang: "The embroidery is pretty good, very delicate, and Mo Mou is only wearing coarse linen clothes and doesn't need such a delicate wallet. Put it away and don't give it away to anyone else. " Said and put the purse in front of Ms. Zhang.

Ms. Zhang's smile faded a little bit when she heard Mo Wuming praise her for her good embroidery work. Brother Mo rejected her. Does he think he is not good enough for him?

"No, Brother Mo, it was embroidered just for you. I don't care about status or status. I only care about one person. If you don't want to marry, I can persuade my father to let me marry you."

Miss Zhang really abandoned her lifelong reserve. She really liked him, and every time she thought of him, she liked him even more deeply.She has reached the age of getting married. If they can't be together, his father will definitely find another husband for her within two years. She doesn't want to, she wants to be with Brother Mo.

Mo Wuming: ...Wait, why did we talk about marriage.

Seeing that Ms. Zhang wanted to grab his hand when she was excited, Mo Wuming hurriedly dodged away as if she was being burned, and said bluntly, "Never mind this, I don't like you."

The maid, Xiao Lian let out a short astonishment, and then hurriedly covered her mouth to reduce her sense of presence.

Mo Wuming glanced at her without paying attention.

When Ms. Zhang heard Mo Wuming's words, her pupils dilated in disbelief: "Impossible, you are so kind and meticulous to me, how could you not like me? Is it because I am not good enough?"

Her appearance and family background are also well-known in Minglan City, so many merchants and even officials want to marry her, she is not bad!

Sure enough, the men and women in the second stage of middle school are so unpredictable and weird no matter what era they are.

Helpless, Mo Wuming had no choice but to put on a straight face, and accompanied the pampered young lady in this small open-air noodle stall to perform a dog-blood drama.He coughed quietly, and said affectionately: "It's not your fault, you are fine, believe in yourself, you are really fine..."

"Then why do you..."

Not answering Ms. Zhang's question, Mo Wuming said more affectionately: "I already have someone I like. In this life, I will not marry her. My sweetheart is not the most beautiful, the best, the most gentle and kind, the most..." Poor, "But in my heart, she is the most perfect, I only like her, and there will be no second person in this life."

Withdrawing his affectionate and yearning gaze, Mo Wuming looked at Miss Zhang, "Don't waste your time on me, you will meet better ones."

Miss Zhang shook her head, she wanted to say that you are the best, she wanted to say that since you are not together, I can wait for you to forget her, she wanted to say, she wanted to say, I just want to be with you...

Looking at the polite alienation and rejection in Mo Wuming's eyes at this moment, and thinking of the affection he had just said about his sweetheart, Miss Zhang was speechless.

As a pampered young lady, she has her dignity and pride, and today she has made many exceptions.Taking a deep look at Mo Wuming, Ms. Zhang straightened her face a little, and regained her previous dignified atmosphere, "Then, I wish Brother Mo and his sweetheart a happy ending soon, goodbye!"

The maid Xiaolian hurriedly picked up the purse on the table and left with the master.

Watching the back of Ms. Zhang Shi Shiran leaving with her maid, Mo Wuming heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time added a little melancholy, alas!

"Boy, this girl often comes to my noodle stall and doesn't eat much noodles. When she meets you, she sits for a long time. Are you going to miss out on a good marriage?"

The old man put a plate of side dishes on Mo Wuming's table, and he didn't know how long he had been watching.

Mo Wuming raised his forehead: "Don't make fun of me, old man, we don't know each other very well."

"Hey, it's your loss to miss such an affectionate little lady." The old man looked at Mo Wuming with a pair of eyes that understand the world. It’s a long road to love if you can’t meet someone who can hold you back.”

Mo Wuming: ...Why didn't I know that you not only sell noodles, but also work part-time as a fortune teller!