Chapter 82 Cheng Xiao's Thoughts

As soon as her voice fell, there was a lot of discussion around: "Er Niuzi, let's make up. I like pork head meat the most. It smells good when I bite it."

"Yes, I like the pig's ear. It's crisp in my mouth. I'm drooling when I see it."

"Add me one. I also like pig ears.

"The pig's tail is mine. I like to nib like it."

Everyone quarreled. Molan looked at it with a smile and asked them to discuss it by themselves.

The last five people bought the braised meat platter together, and the three people bought hu raw rice together. The three people had no way to share it equally. Molan asked them to settle the accounts by themselves. Anyway, she just had to charge ten cents.

There were still many people who wanted to gather money to buy vegetables, but they shouted late, so people took the lead and quarreled and asked Mo Lanming to do more.

Mo Lan answered with a smile, and then went to Guan Qin to see that he and the tuber Zhang were holding the chicken thigh and the other holding the chicken breast in their hands.

She asked, "What do you two think? Does it taste good? If you are not satisfied, just let me know.

"It's good. It's very fragrant. It's fun to chew like this. This pig's ears are also good. Girl, I will give you my lunch in the future. If you do this, don't let it get worse and worse. The stoon Qin ate a mouthful of oil, but boldly gave the future lunch to Mo Lan.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's better and better." Molan smiled brightly.

The stodian also nodded and said, "The steamed buns with vegetarian stuffing also tasted good, but I didn't expect your steamed buns to be well-wrapped."

"Master Zhang praised that our steamed buns are the secret recipe of our ancestors, but this place was not suitable for opening a shop before, so these food recipes were buried. Now it's good. If you want to build a yard here, our recipe will come in handy. But then again, no matter how good the recipe is, the business has to rely on my grandfather's care. Molan said half-truthly.

"The little girl is quite talkative." Manager Zhang looked at Molan with a smile.

Molan smiled innocently and said, "It was taught by the elders in the family."

"Haha, I like it. The little girl is really good-tempered with me." Manager Qin looked at Molan's unfake appearance and felt that he was thinking about himself.

Molan laughed again and went to the cashier.

There were still many people shouting for steamed buns, and the car was already a bucket of dry boxes. Several people said sorry to everyone, put away the bowls and turned back.

When she was about to get to the head of the village, Mo Lan saw Cheng Xiao with sharp eyes. He was walking towards the village step by step. She was about to raise her arm to say hello to him, but her eyes suddenly narrowed. There was another person not far behind Cheng Xiao. So, that person is Mo Ju?!

Mo Lanteng remembered the time when he first met Cheng Xiao. He was afraid that the people in the village would gossip, so he left first and let Cheng Xiao go behind her. So is he the same with Mo Ju now?

How did they get together? Oh, yes, last time Mo Ju kowtowed and begged Master Cheng. Maybe Master Cheng felt pity for the fragrance and jade. The two looked at each other, but Mo Ju's girl was really good-looking. Except for the slightly dark spots, she was still quite beautiful.

But her mind is not simple. If Xiao Chengxiao is entangled by her, she will probably suffer. Molan thought badly.

Then she put down half of Yang's hand and followed the car back.

Cheng Xiao also saw Molan and others from afar. He was very happy and accelerated his pace. He wanted to rush over to greet them, but he didn't expect them to leave directly. Cheng Xiao was a little disappointed.

After digging his mother-in-law with the girl for the first time, he often went there to wait for her, but he never met her again. Last time someone asked about her home and took the opportunity to go there by himself. He knew that such a thing happened. Looking at her beating with a broom that day, he was stunned and a little distressed. There is no suitable opportunity.

A few days ago, when he was reading in the same place, he accidentally met Mo Ju. He didn't expect that the girl was quite pitiful and had such a father, so he chatted with her.

I happened to meet again today, but what I wanted to see was the little girl named Molan, not Mo Ju, so after saying hello, he got up and came back. I knew that I saw her from afar, but they ignored me. Maybe she didn't see me? Maybe she is embarrassed to see so many people, right? He found a reason for Molan in his heart.

When Molan and the others arrived in the backyard, lunch was ready. A large pot of shredded chicken noodles, Qiu had already filled a bowl for everyone and put it on the table.

Smelling the fragrant noodles, Molan's index finger moved a lot. This shredded chicken noodles was proposed by her to Wang, because there was a lot more wheat this year. Except for the official grain, they all stored it. Because of the water was made yesterday, Molan bought the chicken in the morning, cooked a large pot of chicken soup, and divided In the pot, shred the chicken and put it into the pot. There are white noodles in it, and some spinach in it. The soup and noodles are enough for many people to eat.

After everyone sat down, Molan ate it. Noodles, drink again. Soup, it's so comfortable. She breathed with satisfaction. This noodle is much more delicious than the big meat noodles sold in noodle restaurants.

Molan sucked the noodles. She ate well and suddenly heard the sound of talking behind her back.

"Grandpa, grandma. Hello, two aunts."

Molan turned her head to see that it was the calf who came to report the water from the well yesterday.

"Cow, what's the matter? What's the matter?" Mo Quan ate it. Noodles, I asked.

"I. I..." I said twice, but I didn't say the following words. My face turned red, and my eyes stared at the ground with embarrassment, and I didn't know where to put my hands.

"You baby, what do you have to say directly?" Mo Quan looked at him for a long time without saying anything, and he was a little anxious.

"I, I, the noodles at noon are so delicious. My father won't let me go back to the bowl. I'm not full. Grandpa and grandma, give me another bowl. Can't you eat half a bowl?" The calf finally blushed and said his request.

"You baby, there's nothing to say. Just eat it. Come and work to make you full." After saying that, Mo Quan took a look at Wang.

Wang Shixiao was about to get up when Qiu Shi hurriedly stood up and said, "Mom, I'll serve it." After saying that, he hurriedly took a bowl and filled the noodles from the pot.

"Enough, enough, auntie, half a bowl is enough." The calf looked at Qiu and shouted hurriedly for himself noodles.

Qiu put a full bowl of noodles into the calf's hand and said, "Eat it. If it's not enough, I'll serve it for you."

"Enough is enough, thank you, aunt." After saying that, the calf began to eat the noodles.

"Grandpa Quan, your family's cooking is delicious, and they all praise it. They say that Lao Mo's family is righteous enough to pay for money, eat, and eat well. Everyone is full of energy to work. The calf ate noodles while chatting with everyone.'s idleness.

The Mo family laughed. Who doesn't like to listen to the good words? What's more, the Mo family built a house this time. The Mo family paid the salary and the food was good. They gained a good reputation in the village. Now the Mo family is no better than before. There are more people who go out to say hello, and there are also The status has risen a lot.

There was nothing to do in the afternoon. After calculating the account, Mo Lan handed over the money to Wang Shi. She went out with a basket. The evening dishes were ready, such as pig intestines and pig's feet, and two vegetarian ones were enough to eat. She went to the mountainside to see if there was anything else to pick.

"Lanlan." Molan was staring at both sides of the road and heard someone calling her behind her.

She turned her head and saw that it was Cheng Xiao. Didn't he go back? Why do you appear behind her now?

"Good, Mr. Cheng." Molan smiled and greeted him.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Xiao looked at the smiling innocent girl in front of him, with a faint light in his eyes.

"I'm looking for any mountain vegetables, but it should be gone. It's out of season." Molan answered carelessly, and she was not disappointed. The mountain vegetables are out of season, but it will be the mushroom season in more than a month. Compared with mountain vegetables, she prefers mushrooms, and the chicken stewed mushrooms in the Northeast is famous. Hehe, what she loves more should actually be fresh mushroom soup.

Cheng Xiao looked at the girl in front of her. At this moment, her eyes were bright. I don't know what she remembered? Is there him in the one she remembers?

"I heard that you are sending steamed buns to the garden. Is the business good?" Cheng Xiao saw that she didn't say anything, so he began to find a topic.

"It's good. It's sold out every day. I guess it will be better when our shop opens." Molan is not pretentious and says that the business is good.

"That's good. I've been waiting for you there many times, and you haven't gone to dig your mother-in-law again." Cheng Xiao's previous sentence is still gratifying, but the latter sentence is a little resentful.

"My mother-in-law's time was everywhere, and I didn't go that far. What are you waiting for me to do?" Molan asked puzzledly, but she didn't say anything.

"You often dig up your mother-in-law if you say you have nothing to do." Cheng Xiao looked at Molan with a blush. In fact, he didn't understand what he was thinking now. The girl was still young. He should have no other thoughts. He just liked to talk to her and felt very happy to look at her.

"I often dig, but I didn't go that far, hehe. Master Cheng doesn't want to be slammed again, does he? Molan had a bad smile on her face.

Cheng Xiao's face suddenly turned red. He remembered the meeting and remembered that he pulled her, but she pulled herself to the ground. Her smile is not false, and her mind is simple. Stay with her and don't be constrained.

Looking at Cheng Xiao's red face, Mo Lan said in her heart, "This little boy won't think anything about himself, will he? No, it won't! I'm only nine years old. How can I? You can't think about it."

"Is your shop about to be repaired?" Cheng Xiao stopped his messy thoughts and asked about the shop. ( To be continued.