Chapter 8, take advantage of it, don't take ** eggs

When Mu Fangjin took her to buy steamed bread vendors and just dropped a steamed bread in her hand, she did not stuff it into her chest, but grabbed the steaming food and stuffed it into her mouth. After eating it, she reached out again.

This is repeated three times.

Mu Fangjin's face doesn't look good again. "Sir, didn't you just say... you can only eat one? I can't eat two, so I only brought one?"

"But it's different if someone treats me. If someone invites me to eat, I'm in a good mood. I'm in a good mood and have a good appetite. So it's normal to eat more... How about Mr. Mu's treat me to a cup of tea later? These steamed buns are in a hurry and choked.

"...Why didn't I chop you to death?" Mu Fangjin twitched the corners of his mouth, "Are you afraid of being robbed when you eat so fast?"

"This is called taking advantage of it, not taking advantage of a son of a bitch..."

At this moment, Mu Fangjin's face was obviously even worse.

Xinyi thinks that she and Mu Fangjin are probably the gap between female losers and high, rich and handsome, separated by a gap between Sensen. Perhaps this gap can also be said to be the generation gap between time travelers and local ancient people.

When she finished eating the third steamed bread, she really choked and burped. She could only take the fourth steamed bread, pushed the steamed bread in the middle of her arms to the side, and then stuffed the steamed bread in her chest. Despite Mu Fangjin's headache around her, she patted the two big steamed bread on her chest with satisfaction, causing countless passers-by to look sideways. .

But if you say so, Xinyi can almost be sure that Mr. Mu is probably symmetrical obsessive-compulsive disorder, and her chest must be cushioned with steamed buns to feel good... Although it is also a big and small asymmetric now.

"Mu...hiccup! Mr. Mu, where are we going to drink...hiccups! Have a cup of tea?"

She was choked and burp for a while. She really couldn't recover. It was so noisy that Mu Fangjin was annoyed to death, but Mr. Mu was tall, rich and handsome. Naturally, he didn't know this kind of loser. Although he didn't speak, he still took her to the teahouse and asked for a single room - looking at the second child of the shop bowing and bowing down, it seems that Mr. Mu was really rich. The atmosphere is rough.

At this time, Xinyi was a little regretful. Why did she just stuff so many steamed buns on the street? Otherwise, wouldn't it be more profitable to kill him for another cup of tea? Thinking of this, she also felt really depressed. Sitting there sullenly for a long time, until Mu Fangjin slapped the teacup in front of her, Xinyi was shocked and looked up at Mu Fangjin and then at the teacup.

"Drink."

"...Oh." She just picked up the cup, but vaguely felt something wrong, "Oh, don't I burp?" It is estimated that he was just scared by Mu Fangjin, but cured the problem of hiccups. Xinyi sipted the cup of tea, pushed the teacup towards the table and stood up. "Then it's all right now. Let's go first. We'll see you later, son." After saying that, he arched his hand and prepared to walk outside the house.

"...wait a minute." Before reaching the door, Mu Fangjin pulled her back and pressed her on the chair. "Do you think I came to see you to treat you with steamed bread and tea?"

"...what else?" Xinyi looked up at him and looked forward to it. "Why don't you treat me to meat buns? I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

"I want to chop you up and make meat buns." He hooked the corners of his mouth gloomily, "But I guess the buns made are too bad to taste, and the dog dislikes the bad taste."

It's not a funny joke, she thought. That must be a bad filling. I'm very confident in the meat on my body.

"Why don't you try it?" He glanced coldly, almost serious and ordinary.

"Why do you think of eating my meat? Did you get into trouble with Mr. Mu?" She spread her hands and softened.

Mu Fangjin looked at her up and down, "Did you calculate a gossip for He Taishou's son yesterday?"

"Ah, am I so famous?" She touched the hair on her chin with complacent, "Why, Mr. Mu came to me today to bring me here for fortune-telling? So did you say it earlier? What should I do if I don't bring anything now?

"What can you be? It's just nonsense." He hummed disdainfully, "And how dare you prepare to frame me with Brother He? Did you lie that the girl was dead?

"Since the prince said that I am a bunch of nonsense, why do you still care so much?" Xinyi smiled and said, "Besides, didn't the prince really go to check that no girl died by suicide, so he said that he was talkative?"

"At least... Yijia Village doesn't."

Xinyi's eyebrows trembled inadvertently, but he smiled and said, "How did you know that she was from Yijia Village? Even if she said it herself, she didn't know whether she lied to the prince. Why did the prince only believe her but refused to believe her?

"Yo, I'm very jealous when I hear what my husband said." Mr. Mu suddenly smiled, and his star eyes were slightly bent, which was very beautiful. It seems that it's true that Mr. said that I missed you?"

Her smile instantly froze at the corners of her mouth, "Son, as I said before, I was just a slip of the tongue."

"But Mr. should know that there is another sentence... Is it 'the person who does not intend to listen'?"

"I'm sorry to bother Mr. Mu." She felt that the conversation was really getting more and more remote, and immediately stood up again. "Sir, I can't leave the stall on my side. Please forgive me for staying for a while."

Mu Fangjin's eyes narrowed slightly, "Why does your husband want to run away before he finishes this? If I hadn't done something wrong, how could I hide from me like this?

Xinyi turned his head and looked at his sharp eyes and subconsciously dodged. "Although what you said is reasonable, Mr. Mu should also understand that you are just a fortune teller, and talking to people is making money. Then I'll talk to you later. How about giving me a few taels of silver first? She talked about the price seriously, "Why don't we talk about two taels of silver first?"

"...are you so short of money?"

"If your family were a middle-aged labor force and four mouths for nothing, you would think so." Xinyi spread his hands and said, "Son, it's not funny at all."

Mu Fangjin shook his head and smiled for a while and said helplessly, "If you say so, I will feel a little sympathy for you. It's just that your fortune-telling is really just a trick to cheat people and cheat money. You fooled Brother He, but you can't deceive me. But that's all. I'll let you and Brother He go. I didn't expect you to be eloquent.

"In front of Mr. Mu, this is just an axe." Xinyi then opened the door and left. "So, Mr. Mu, we will meet again. In order to repay you for inviting me to eat steamed bread and drink tea, I have decided not to ask you for a few taels of silver that I just talked with you. We are even." After saying that, he closed the door happily and left.

When she returned to the stall, the old woman selling potatoes next to her was about to close the stall and go home. Her daily business was so good that Xinyi was so jealous that she almost wanted to sell potatoes with her. Seeing Xinyi come back, the old woman quickly greeted, "Oh, sir, you're back. A prince has just stood here waiting for you for a long time."

"What? Which son?" She wanted to ask if Mr. He had been here, but thinking that his mother-in-law had gone back when Mr. He came yesterday, she hesitated to describe, "Is it the one who is very rich and has a night pearl on his head...?"

"It doesn't seem to be the prince you mentioned." The old woman didn't look at her and focused on cleaning up the stall. "I think the young man who just came seems to know your uncle, so she asked if this is a seat from Fuyang Mountain."

Is it... just want the people of Fuyang Mountain to calculate it? It seems that the previous stall owner's fortune-telling skills are really good? Did you tell him that I am the nephew of Fuyang Mountain?

"Of course, but the prince only waited for a while and then left. Oh, it's just a matter of his feet. As soon as he left, you came back."

"It seems really unfortunate." Xin Yi sat down in his seat, shook his head and said, "The fortune-telling is about the word 'swing fate'. It seems that I have nothing to do with him."

The old woman also packed up her things and looked at her: "I told him that you will come every day. If he really wants to find you, I guess he will come tomorrow."

"Oh, it's really an aunt who conveys it for me." She arched her hand and saw her leave before sitting in front of the stall in a daze.

What on earth was this person just now? It's okay to know this Fuyang Mountain man who is here to tell fortunes. It's okay to fool around a few words, but if you come to smash the scene, I'm afraid I really can't cope with it. She was stunned for a long time. This afternoon, she was sleepy and sleepy because she was too full. Fortunately, there were not many guests, and a few words of nonsense were over.

When she got home, Xinyi felt that the food in her stomach had obviously not been digested. Mu Fangjin invited her these steamed buns so that she didn't even have to eat dinner. Since then, Xinyi has really felt that Mu Fangjin is actually not a bad person... In addition, if he continues to invite himself to dinner at noon tomorrow, Xinyi feels that he will be a better person, especially if he can invite more food other than steamed buns.

On the contrary, the younger brothers and sisters were very puzzled by Xinyi, who "goed out with a steamed bun and came back with a pair of steamed buns". Especially yesterday, they were just praised for saying that the steamed buns were delicious. This morning, they deliberately picked a big steamed bun and stuffed it for her. Why are they so faceless today? Is it back again? Not only did you bring back the morning one, why did you put a steamed bun next to it?

Xinyi took out two steamed buns from his arms and put them on the table, and took out the few silver money he made today. Then he sighed with relief, "I'm lucky today, and someone can invite me to dinner. If I still have it tomorrow, it will be another profit."

"Sister, who invited you today?" Banxia pointed to the steamed bread, "Is this also a treat... Didn't you bring it back after eating?"

"It's just a fortune-telling guest who invited me to have a meal by the way." She said, subconsciously touching the stubble on her chin, "But we not only make money, but also seem to be able to make some food back? It's a pity today. I'm so full of steamed buns. If I had known this, I might as well knock him to order something else..."

Hearing her voice getting lower and lower, Banxia quickly interrupted: "What did the eldest sister say?"

"Nothing." She shook her head, "What are you eating today? Is it vegetables again? Why do I see that you haven't eaten meat for a long time?

"There is no spare money to buy meat. It's good to be able to eat enough." Hearing this, he scratched his head in embarrassment. In fact, the eldest sister said so... I really want to eat... The last time I ate meat was during the Spring Festival, right?"

Xinyi can't remember when she ate the meat. She has only worn it for a few days. The previous memory of this body has been thrown away. I could only nod perfunctorily, "Yeah, today I suddenly remembered meat buns... If I really make money tomorrow, I'll buy some meat buns first."

"What? Meat buns?" Zizhu, holding the bowl and chopsticks, ran in a hurry. Fortunately, Banxia helped him, or the porcelain bowl in his hand was on the ground. Do you have meat buns? Pearl wants to eat!"

She smiled at the little Lori and scratched the tip of her nose. "No, Pearl, my sister didn't make so much money today. I can't buy meat buns."

"Oh..." she said, but her expectation collapsed. "Then sister... can you make enough money tomorrow?"

Half Xia listened and added vinegar: "My eldest sister will definitely make enough tomorrow!"

While she was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer, Perlan, who was holding the plate, followed the room, frowned and said anly, "The eldest sister is tired all day. Don't bother her. Sit down and eat quickly." With that, he also knocked on the two children's brains one by one.

Zizhu and Banxia went down honestly. They ate and cleaned up for a while before going to bed. Before going to bed, Zizhu did not forget to pick up her cuffs and said expectantly with big eyes, "Sister, meat buns."

"...remember."