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Chapter 103 I Don't Know You!

Monkey Head didn't say much, but he bought five catties of rice from Si Ningning out of his pocket, and Si Ningning bought a lighter from him for [-] cents.

Si Ningning sold more than a dozen bundles of egg noodles and eight catties of rice one after another, and then put the remaining two catties of rice and three bundles of noodles on the stall, and didn't take anything out.

She has prepared a lot of rice noodles, but she is setting up a stall now, and there is only one basket behind her, so taking too many things will cause others to be suspicious.

The sun was rising, the temperature was gradually rising, and the black market was crowded with people. Si Ningning was sweating all over his body. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. Just when someone asked about the price of rice noodles, Si Ningning answered with care and ignored it. Brown marks on the sleeves.

The man didn't buy it after asking the price, so Si Ningning paused for a while, the weather was getting hotter, and it was estimated that it was not far from lunch time, so she had to spare time to take off her outfit...

Thinking about it, Si Ningning reached out to grab the military water bottle, but at this moment, a slender hand with well-defined bones landed on the military water bottle first.

What's the situation?
The military kettle, which has been ignored since it was taken out, was caught by someone when she was about to close the stall?
As Si Ningning thought, a voice like a cold mountain stream dripped from the opposite side, "How much is the kettle?"

The words are correct and the accent is round, which is quite pleasant to listen to.

Si Ningning felt emotional in his heart, as if thinking of something in the next second, his expression froze for a moment, he raised his eyes and took a look, and suddenly, the hairs on Si Ningning's back stood on end.

Mo Bei!

Why is he here! ! ! !
The villain in Si Ningning held his head and roared wildly.

Facing his boss Ning Ning's stare, Mo Bei frowned lightly, and pointed at the camouflage-painted military kettle with his slender fingers, and asked again: "How much is the kettle?"

Si Ningning almost failed, quickly lowered his head, rolled his throat and said in a hoarse voice on purpose: "Cough, 12 yuan, this is a new batch of military water bottles, which can keep warm."

Mo Bei was silent, then pointed to egg noodles and rice to ask the price, and Si Ningning answered truthfully.

She thought that Mo Bei would not buy a military water bottle. Compared with 12 yuan, it is not a small amount of money, but what she didn't expect was that Mo Bei not only asked for a military water bottle, but also swept away all the last rice noodles on her stall.

"How much is the total?" Mo Bei asked in a low voice.

Si Ningning's hands trembled nervously, "Three bundles of noodles cost 12 cents, rice costs 13 yuan per catty, and the military water bottle costs [-] yuan. The total is [-] yuan and [-] cents."

Mo Bei handed Si Ningning one piece of black ten yuan (ten yuan) and two pieces of two yuan. Si Ningning changed the money, and if he wanted to pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, it was over like this. The bad thing was Si Ningning. When looking for money, he glanced at Mo Bei.

With just this glance, Mo Bei, who had already collected the money and turned to leave, turned back again, "Did we meet somewhere?"

The stall owner is a young man... no, maybe it should be called a teenager?
The young man was wearing a mandarin jacket that he often saw in the streets and alleys of Beijing. He was squatting inside the booth, looking up at him. After he finished asking, the young man's eyes obviously averted.

Mo Bei frowned suspiciously. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he just felt that the young man in front of him looked very familiar.

Especially those eyes.

Ok?
that……

Is it a tear mole?

Looking intently at the gap, Mo Bei found a detail. Although it looked a little blurry, there was indeed a tear mole at the end of the boy's eye.

Si Ningning looked like she was facing a big enemy, she turned her face away, her head was buried low, and her rough voice intentionally brought a touch of the local dialect of H province: "Don't talk nonsense, I can warn you, I'm doing a small business , but I don’t know you.”

(End of this chapter)