Chapter 23, why did you kill Hu Hansan back?

This meat bun is a millet... Does it mean that it looks like a meat bun?!

Xinyi was stunned for a while and squatted down and looked at Zizhu. "Is there such a good thing? Then Pearl told her sister? Who is that meat bun? Do you know my sister?"

"Know! Sister, we know each other!"

Do I know someone who looks like a meat bun?

Xinyi muttered very much, thinking that it might be Zhuo Xinyi's familiarity before. He was inserted halfway, and it was normal not to know him. Oh..."

"Has the eldest sister forgotten?" Zizhu grabbed the corners of her clothes and hurriedly explained, "It's... the uncle who showed me the disease last time! Didn't the elder sister say that last time? He also bought the meat buns for us!"

... Last time I saw the disease, did you dare to be Yongmingyan?

When she heard this, she couldn't help sighing, "Oh, it's him. His surname is Yong. Don't call him Uncle Roubaozi. Call him Uncle Yong..." She said this and quickly changed her words: "No, call me brother."

"But..." She said, "But it was Sister Lan who said that I should call him uncle."

It seems that Yongmingyan is only in his early 20s. Although... Although it doesn't seem to matter to let Zizhu, who is only four years old, call him 'uncle', she is the eldest sister of Zizhu. With this generation, wouldn't she also call Yongmingyan 'uncle'? No, no! Is her name Uncle Yongmingyan? She should have called him big brother! Then isn't it a difference?" No, Pearl, listen to me and call him brother next time. His name is Yong Mingyan. Just be sweet-mouthed and call him Brother Yan. Speaking of this, he held her in his arms and said, "Also, the next time he comes back, don't be polite to him and don't let him always send meat buns. What kind of snacks, cakes, if there is anything you want to eat, just tell him directly! Ask Brother Yan to buy it for you.

"What do you secretly teach Pearl?" At this time, Pei Lan entered the room and saw Xin Yi holding her and muttering, so she came over curiously and asked.

"The eldest sister just told me that she would call Brother Yan..." She turned her head to look at Peilan and said solemnly.

"Speaking of which, Perlan... You obviously don't think he is much bigger than us. Why do you want Pearl to call him 'Uncle'? Isn't this a bad generation?"

When Perlan heard this, he was a little embarrassed and subconsciously twirled his hair behind his ear. Well, I don't think it's necessary for Pearl to call him uncle at this age..." She said this and turned her head: " By the way, then... Isn't it too intimate for you to call him that Pearl? Isn't it appropriate?"

"What's wrong...isn't it? Pearl~" Xinyi rubbed Zizhu's head. "If you don't think this is good, just call him Mr. Yong or Dr. Yong. It doesn't matter. Besides, Pearl is still young and is a little intimate and afraid of something. Zuo is just a child." When she came here, she smiled cunningly and said, "And there is nothing wrong with Pearl, a cute loli, to fool him. As soon as he is happy, he will have to send good things all day long~" and reached out and scraped the bridge of Zizhu's nose.

"No... I think it's true..." Pelan said, and his face looked ugly. "It's really not good that we always owe others like this."

Xinyi didn't care about this, "You really think too much, Yong Mingyan, and he is not short of money. How can he care about this little favor? His money is not spent in vain~ As for the debt, it doesn't matter, just think that I owe him well... Then pay him a big one!"

"Uh... this big... eldest sister, you don't want to..."

At this time, she probably realized that Peilan was afraid that she had something to do with Yong Mingyan from the beginning, and maybe she couldn't help promising herself to him! This specially asked Zizhu to call him 'uncle', but Peilan's sister didn't think that Xinyi would be such a careless person! How can you carelessly explain yourself to someone you have just met a few times? Xinyi knew that Peilan's suspicion had been there from the beginning. No matter how she explained it, she was afraid that she would not listen to it, so she was simply not ready to explain it again, so as if the two of them really couldn't understand something. Not to mention that, he came today, but he just sent steamed buns and left? Did I say anything to you?

"Uncle... Ah, no, Brother Yan didn't say anything, just asked if I had recovered..." Zizhu rushed to answer, "I also asked the eldest sister how she is doing recently. It seems surprised to hear that you are not at home."

"Oh..." Xinyi estimated that Yong Mingyan might have gone to the gossip stall to find himself first, but he couldn't find anyone before he came by himself. So... did he say where to live in the city? How long are you going to stay here?

Zizhu shook her head, "No, he didn't say anything else." She asked, "Is there anything for my sister to ask him?"

"None." Xinyi replied cheerfully, "It's just a greeting."

Peilan, who was packing up his clothes by the side, heard this and turned his head to look at Xinyi. He seemed to have something to say, but finally gave up.

After taking a bath in a wooden barrel and teasing Zizhu for a while, Banxia went home. They can only come back from school in the evening, but they won't get home until it's almost dark in the middle of summer. For several days in a row, Xinyi was really a little afraid that this Banxia would be bullied in the school until so late - or was he beaten by the gentleman of the school? Is it not easy to be left with endorsement?

Although Banxia was tired, she was still a child. As soon as she saw the meat buns on the table, she reached out to grab it. Or Peilan grabbed him and washed his hands first.

"Why did you come back so late today? Shouldn't you have deliberately kept you because you didn't memorize well?" Xinyi half teased him and looked at his food and smiled.

"It's not!" He reluctantly swallowed the food in his mouth, "It's not because I went to school later than them, so my husband asked me to make up everything I left behind."

"Oh... still eating small stoves? This gentleman treats you well.

When Banxia heard this, she scratched her cheeks shyly: "Actually... I think the tables and chairs in the school are also very suitable for reading... Instead, at home... I always feel like I can't study."

"Yeally, Pearl is still young, and it's true that she is noisy at home." Peilan said, looking at Banxia and said, "Don't worry, Banxia, it's enough for me to look at Pearl at home. You don't have to worry about it."

When he heard this, he lowered his head with some embarrassment and turned to drink porridge timidly.

It's a little unkind, but Xinyi really feels more and more that Perlain has completely become a role like a mother in the family, and the big and the small don't give her worry. It seems that it is really necessary to make more money, and it is best to hire a servant at home. Xinyi turned his head and looked at Peilan, as he thought.

It can be said to make money, but her way of making money is different from others after all. It's not that you can earn the same amount of money as you can work hard. As a fortune teller, the difficulty of Xinyi is that she has to see if she can give her a chance to work hard. If no one comes to her at all, she won't make any money no matter how much she exposes there.

But when she woke up the next day, she suddenly thought of Yong Mingyan - since Yong Mingyan had come home yesterday, there was no reason not to come to him. It was a special situation that he was arrested yesterday. If he could make the rich Mr. Yong come to the stall twice today, he must be so generous and have to put several taels of silver into the account.

Thinking of this, she felt a lot of relief in an instant. Looking up, it was still early. It took a while for the gate to open, and there were only a few pedestrians on the road in the morning light. According to her calculation, Yong Mingyan should not get up so early. Instead, she saw him several times and was almost noon. It is estimated that she woke up hungry for food. In order to stay with this big fat rabbit, she can only stay in front of the gossip stall for a few more hours.

The cool breeze in the morning of summer is not hot and a little refreshing, which is probably very suitable for sleeping. Xinyi sat there in a daze for a long time, but he always felt that someone seemed to be stabbing himself in the head with something. At first, it was gently, but later, the more it hurt, the more it hurt. She even had the illusion for a moment that her head was about to be poked into by that thing.

Shaking his head, squeaking his lips, and looking up in a hazy way, he only saw one side of his clothes, and then looked up, but the bamboo stick handed to him. She looked at the bamboo stick with a look of eyes, and then woke up--oh! Earlier, I dared to do business!

I didn't expect it to open so early today. The moment she reached out to receive the signature, she heard the man in front of her say leisurely, "Sir, let's take this signature. Well, it's... home."

"Okay...huh?" Halfway through her words, she suddenly felt that the sound was very familiar. She shook her hand, the man's hand loosened, and the bamboo stick fell to the ground. Xin Yi lifted the bucket hat in astonishment and looked up, hitting the deep eyes of the prince in front of him.

The corners of his mouth still have subtle curvature, and his eyes are smiling, looking at her firmly. What, sir, what does this mean? It seems that you don't welcome me as a guest?" He put the folding fan of the other hand together and said condescendingly, "Sir, isn't it possible to treat guests with such an attitude? It seems that the money in this industry is too easy to earn, and it's okay to offend a few more guests?

"Son...you...you are really joking." Xinyi quickly bent down and picked up the bamboo stick. "The prince is too flattered. I don't dare to do this."

"I think you dare to be very good." He still won't let go. "It seems that your husband doesn't welcome guests so much, that's enough for today." Although he said so, he took out a large silver ingot from his arms, deliberately shook it in front of her eyes, and then calmly withdrew his arms.

"...No, no, the prince misunderstood. Naturally, this will be counted... Of course." She hurriedly got up and grabbed his cuff. "Since you drew this one, it proves that you are very predestined to this sign."

"Oh, sir, if you want to get close, you can say that you are predestined with me." He lit a little Xinyi with a fan and still smiled.

... Where is the fate, Mu Fangjin? I think I have a narrow road with your enemy.