The master of metaphysics became rich in the 80s!

Chapter 63 Bringing Home a Man

Seeing that Qiao An's face turned pale and he still looked thoughtful, Qiao Yimo thought he was embarrassed by what he said just now, so he quickly said: "Okay, let's eat noodles, 100 yuan a bowl !" Qiao Yimo really couldn't stand Qiao An's eyes, so she hurriedly greeted him for dinner.

Qiao An nodded, and the two of them finished the meal in silence. The taste was really good, the soup was delicious, and the 200 yuan was not wronged.

After eating the noodles, the two came out of the shed and walked awkwardly for a while.

"Yimo, I want to ask, it's about..." Joan murmured, but in the middle of the conversation, it stopped abruptly.

Qiao Yimo smiled politely, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that you saved me today, and I haven't thanked you enough yet." Joan said.

Qiao Yimo smiled and rejected him, "You don't need to repay, I just said, it's just a matter of little effort, and Fu Moshen will come to pick me up later, and then we'll go home together."

"Okay." Hearing what Qiao Yimo said, Qiao An readily agreed.

After that, he stared blankly at the beef noodle stall before, as if he was nostalgic.

"Well, you pay attention to safety." Qiao An finally looked away from the beef noodle stall, looked at Qiao Yimo, and said in a low voice.

Qiao Yimo breathed a sigh of relief after watching him leave.

Seeing that it was already late at night, but she had nowhere to go, so with doubts in her heart, she went around and came to the beef noodle shed again.

It was already late at night, and there were no guests in the shed, so I heard the boy's distraught voice coming from the corner, mixed with the sound effects of the game.

"...you finish this game and give it to me."

"...Will you play? Is it too good?"

She lifted the curtain, and the old woman saw her at a glance, and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going home so late?"

"Isn't it because my mother-in-law's noodles are so delicious that I want to eat them again and again!"

Qiao Yimo walked up to the old woman, took out 100 yuan and handed it over, "Grandma, give me another bowl."

The old lady glanced at her, a dark look flashed in her eyes, then she smiled and pointed to the seat beside her, "Come here and wait, it's warmer."

Qiao Yimo wasn't too polite, sitting by the side watching the old woman cook the noodles seriously, and glanced at the game the boy was playing from time to time.

The steaming heat in the pot floated around, making Qiao Yimo sleepy.

The old woman reminded her, "The face is ready."

Qiao Yimo quickly stood up, took the noodle bowl from the old woman's hand, and accidentally touched the old woman's fingers.

The fingers were radiant with coldness, and the cold feeling made Qiao Yimo tremble, and he became sober in an instant.

The granny's fingers were too cold, like ice, she was so hot and sleepy sitting next to the pot, how could the granny's hands be so cold.

When he looked up, he saw the old woman's surprised expression.

Qiao Yimo was startled, "What's wrong?"

The old woman shook her head slightly, staring at her as if trying to see through her.

Qiao Yimo was very uncomfortable being stared at by this stare.

"Grandma, why are your hands so cold? Is there something wrong?" Qiao Yimo asked, and then sat down with a noodle bowl.

The old lady didn't respond, but just stared at Qiao Yimo with burning eyes, "How does the noodles taste?"

Qiao Yimo lowered her head and smelled it. It was still so fragrant, and she took another bite. It was different from the bowl she ate just now. It seemed a little saltier than the previous bowl.

But it didn't affect much, and she didn't say it directly, but just ate the noodles with a smile, "Grandma's cooking is really good, and the taste is very good!"

Hearing her answer, the old woman smiled.

She seemed to think of something, and then asked Qiao Yimo, "Little girl, have you ever bought a magic weapon from our house before?"

"That's right, mother-in-law, I'm your regular customer!" Qiao Yimo gobbled it up.

The old lady nodded, "My family Shisheng received you before, is the magic weapon you bought still useful?"

Speaking of this, Qiao Yimo instantly thought of those magic tools that were not working at all times, and his stomach was full of anger.

Nine out of ten things bought with so much money are of mediocre quality, and she also spent money. Does this kind of product quality count as deceiving consumers?
Should those things with quality problems be returned or exchanged?
After thinking about it, now that the Lingshi City has been closed, it is not easy to buy more magic weapons.

If she doesn't do something in such a situation, she will be over soon, and she might have to ask that boy named Shisheng in the future.

Seeing that the old woman was still waiting for her answer, she smiled, "One of them is very useful, but it helped me solve a big problem!"

The others should be regarded as gifts for good magic tools.

Qiao Yimo's heart was bleeding, if she could also make utensils, why would Shi Sheng spend so much money.

When she said this, the smile on the old woman's face deepened, and Qiao Yimo couldn't figure out the deep meaning in her eyes.

Qiao Yimo didn't notice that Shi Sheng on the side changed his posture, playing the game in his hand, and raised his eyes to glance at her quietly.

She lowered her head and continued to eat noodles, when the old woman suddenly spoke, interrupting the boy immersed in the game world.

"Shisheng, come here."

When Shi Sheng heard the sound, he put down his brother, and walked over quickly to stand still.

The old lady patted him on the shoulder, then turned to look at Qiao Yimo, "If the girl buys magic weapons again in the future, Shisheng will give you a discount."

Hearing this, Qiao Yimo was overjoyed, so good?
She giggled, "Mother-in-law, you really know how to do business. I will buy from you in the future, but I have agreed, and I must choose something that is easy to use."

What happened before really made her miserable. If it weren't for Fu Moshen's golden finger, she would have died countless times.

Shi Sheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, without directly agreeing, he just said, "You get what you pay for."

Qiao Yimo was a little puzzled, she gave a lot of money before, and still can't get a good magic weapon?
"How much does a good magic weapon cost?"

Qiao Yimo also didn't want to talk about those useless things. Now that the things she had on hand were almost used up, she just took this opportunity to restock.

"You have to ask your mother-in-law about this." Shi Sheng chuckled and glanced at the old woman.

Qiao Yimo was a little confused, turned to look at the old woman, but the mother-in-law ordered the noodle bowl in her hand, "Let's eat the noodles first, the noodles won't taste good when they are cold."

Qiao Yimo was stunned, and just about to ask again, the curtain of the shed was pulled open, and the three of them turned their heads to look over, and it was Fu Moshen who came in.

"Why are you here?"

Qiao Yimo was a little surprised, she threw herself on the side of the road so indifferently just now, and now she has the nerve to show up.

Fu Mo pursed his lips deeply, without even looking at Qiao Yimo, he said directly to Shi Sheng, "Hello, here is a bowl of noodles."

Shi Sheng leaned over to Fu Moshen's side and pushed Qiao Yimo away, "Hi, our signature is beef noodles, 100 yuan a bowl."

(End of this chapter)