Marriage as Queen: Work with Son

Chapter 342 Mother-in-law
After hearing Yunyao's words, Ziman laughed lightly: "The one who knows me is none other than Ayao."

The Yangchun noodles here are really good.

The green vegetables are crisp and the noodle soup is fragrant. Although it is not a delicacy, it retains the original fragrance of the food.

After taking a sip of noodle soup, all internal organs feel ironed and full of satisfaction.

After eating a bowl of noodles, it was already late at night, and the noisy street market had long since become lonely.

There are only some hawkers who are closing their stalls, and the sundries left on the ground.

Yun Yao walked slowly in the market, feeling a little bit reluctant in her heart.

Suddenly, she noticed an old woman squatting around the corner not far away.

The old woman seemed to have reached the age of seventy, and there was a small box in front of her, and there was a bundle of red thread in the box.

Everyone else was collecting stalls, but she was the only one sitting on the bridge alone, which looked very awkward.

Yun Yao walked slowly in front of her mother-in-law: "Ma'am, it's getting late, why don't you go back?"

The old lady didn't even raise her eyelids when she heard the words: "My things are not sold out, and people will dislike me when I go back. It's better to wait until the things are sold."

Thinking that old people have all kinds of eccentricities, Yun Yao didn't bother with her mother-in-law's attitude, but asked calmly, "What does auntie sell?"

There was a little impatience in the mother-in-law's voice: "I sell red threads, and they are specially sold to people who are destined."

Hearing her mother-in-law's words, Yun Yao immediately understood that what the other party was selling was not the item itself, but the gimmick of the item.

She squatted down with a gentle face, and said softly to her mother-in-law: "What kind of predestined person is the aunt looking for?"

Hearing Yunyao's words, the mother-in-law looked up at Yunyao: "I think you are quite pleasing to the eye."

Yun Yao couldn't help laughing: "Since the aunt said so, then I will buy it."

But the mother-in-law shook her head slightly: "I only sell one pair of red threads, and I need the hair of two people. If it's just one person, I won't sell it either."

Her red thread only sells people who are in love with each other.

Yun Yao's expression was a bit tangled, she originally bought the red thread to let her mother-in-law go home and rest earlier.

But this person has so many requirements that she doesn't want to buy it.

Just when Yunyao retreated, Ziman, who had been standing behind Yunyao, suddenly came over: "We are two people, I don't know how much the aunt sells for."

Seeing Ziman, the aunt's pupils shrank slightly: "You buy a pair of thousand taels, and she only needs a hundred taels."

Yun Yao couldn't help but click her tongue: "It's the red line, why is it so expensive."

At such a price, it is no wonder that it cannot be sold.

But there was a mocking smile on the mother-in-law's face: "This red thread is not the same as the red thread. The name of my red thread is called a thousand miles of marriage. Just take my red thread, and you and your sweetheart will be married for a hundred years and grow old together. "

Yun Yao's eyelids twitched, she felt that she might be taken for a ride.

Just when Yunyao turned around and wanted to leave, she suddenly heard Ziman's voice from beside her: "I want a pair."

After finishing speaking, he handed over the bank note directly.

The mother-in-law muttered, "You know what to do," and then stretched out her hands to the two of them: "Hair."

Seeing Yunyao's reluctance, Ziman tore off his own hair first, and then pulled two hairs from Yunyao's head, and sent them to her mother-in-law together: "I'm sorry."

This time, the mother-in-law did not speak, but skillfully weaved the red thread in the box.

Her technique is skillful, and her speed is so fast that she hardly looks like an old man.

What shocked Yun Yao was that she and Ziman's hair could not find any traces in the thin red lines.

(End of this chapter)