Group favorite Xiao Fubao: My father is nine thousand years old in Dongchang

Chapter 115
After testing several herbs in a row, Mianmian got all the answers right, and the voice caught the attention of several people not far away. Their eyes were first attracted by Mr. Mo, and then by Mianmian's voice.

After the exam was over and the cooking was ready, Xiao Xiazi ran over to call them.

Mr. Mo's face turned cold, and he glanced at the guests at the tables next to him.

Shocked by his gaze, everyone silently retracted their gaze.

Mr. Mo looked away in satisfaction.

Mianmian first helped Mr. Mo to sit down, and then climbed onto the stool without Xiao Xiazi's support.

Before the food came, Mianmian asked about Suzhou again.

There was nothing confidential about the trip to Suzhou, and Mr. Mo answered after thinking about it.

Mianmian's eyes lit up when he heard him talk about Suzhou, "It would be great if I could go to Suzhou again. I haven't eaten a lot of things. I want to take some back to my father and grandfather, my grandfather." Where do they eat?"

Mr. Mo knew that she was filial, so he stroked her braid, "If you like it, we can go back when we go back. Anyway, we are not in a hurry to go back."

Mr. Mo found that letting Mianmian out, her progress was greater than when she stayed in the capital. If he could take her around more, maybe she could become a generation of masters.

Mianmian didn't know that the master had such high expectations for her, and she only wanted to eat delicious food.

"Excuse me, sir. We are out of tea, and the tea in the teahouse may not taste good." Xiao Xiazi skillfully poured tea for Mr. Mo.

The people at the next table looked at Mr. Mo several times and saw that he frowned after drinking the tea, so they asked the boy next to him to pour Mr. Mo a cup of the tea they brought.

Mianmian was very close to them, seeing that the master didn't object, she hurriedly got up to thank her, and gave the tea salary to Mr. Mo.

The master at the next table looked at Mian Mian and smiled, "The girl from Mr.'s house is so smart, I don't know where Mr. is from, where is she going!"

Mr. Mo stood up and saluted, "I'm from Shunde, and I'm taking my niece to Haizhou to meet relatives and friends."

"Coincidentally, I am also going to Haizhou, I wonder if I can go with you?"

Mian Mian said, "Is the carriage over there your master?"

The master likes Mianmian very much, "Yes, it's all mine."

"I'm afraid that the goods on the car will not be delayed, so my uncle and I will not delay the master."

Mr. Mo put on a smile.

Not only was the master at the next table not angry, but he felt that the doll was really attractive, and it would be nice if he could take it back and be his daughter-in-law.

When the stir-fried dishes were served, Mr. Mo greeted the people at the next table and began to eat.

The food cooked in the country is not as good as the chef's, but Mianmian doesn't dislike it at all. Instead, she ate all the food in the bowl. She said proudly, "Xiao Xiazi, have another bowl."

"okay."

Mr. Mo sighed, "It's good to be young!"

Mianmian squinted her eyes. Grandpa Gourd said that now she eats a lot and consumes a lot. Only by eating a little more can she become more and more powerful.

After eating three bowls of rice in a row, Mianmian stopped, and everyone was dumbfounded. This is so edible, what kind of family can afford it.

The shopkeeper looked at his hands and became suspicious. Are the meals he cooks so delicious?

The master at the next table felt that being able to eat was a blessing, and he liked Mianmian more and more, and his eyes were shining when he saw her.

"Sir, it's getting late, are you still on your way?"

The old man next door was not blind either. After seeing that Mr. Mo and others were good people, he didn't dare to disturb him, so he had to take him away.

After they left, a few people across the table began to look at their carriage.

Mianmian finished eating first, so she took the initiative to run over to ask the buddy for news.

Perhaps because of her sweet appearance, the man told her what she asked without hesitation.

Not long after, Mian Mian ran over with her little skirt in hand.

"Master... Uncle, Mianmian has already inquired about it. Twenty miles ahead is Jiangling County. There is a village thirty miles to the left. Some people who cannot enter the city will choose to spend the night in the village. We are afraid that we will not be able to enter the city now, so why don't we go to the city for a night, [-] Wen per person per night."

Mr. Mo glanced at the people behind him from the corner of his eye, nodded and said, "What do you want?"

Mianmian also imitated him, looked around, and said: "I think we can go to their village to stay for one night, and maybe we can ask the people in the village about the situation in Jiangling County, anyway, it's not far from the county seat. Not far away, the news should be well informed.”

Mr. Mo was very satisfied with her answer, "Alright."

Mianmian was a little happy.

After eating, Mr. Mo and the guests at other tables nodded, and then followed the boy's guidance to a village not far away.

Not long after they left, a table of guests also left, in the same direction as Mr. Mo left.

The carriage was swaying, and it was noon, the weather was hot, and soon Mianmian fell on Hongkui's shoulder and fell asleep, with something faintly in the corner of her mouth.

Mr. Mo lifted the curtain of the car and took a look outside, then said softly to Xiao Xiazi, "Stop the carriage in an open place ahead."

Xiao Xiazi thought it would be convenient for Mr. Mo, so he found an open place in front and stopped the car.

Not long after he stopped, several people chased after him.

There were five people in total, and the other party didn't seem to expect that the carriage would stop suddenly, and hesitated for a moment before coming over.

"Mr. Mo, these people seem to be targeting us. Do you want to wake up little grandma?"

Invisibly, Xiao Xiazi already regarded Mianmian as a very powerful existence.

After all, the little grandma had beaten many people along the way, and Xiao Xiazi felt that even the masters of Jin Yiwei might not be the opponent of the little grandma.

Mr. Mo raised his hand to signal him not to speak, his eyes darkened.

The five people ran over quickly. Although they were sweating a little, they were not panting. It seemed that they had fists and kicks on their bodies.

"You guys follow all the way, don't know what's going on?"

The leader clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Sir, don't get me wrong, we are not bad people, and I followed Mr. all the way not to seek money, but to ask Mr. who is the little girl in the carriage?" "

Mr. Mo was even more puzzled. Looking at the other party's attire, he didn't look like a bad guy, and he was indescribably weird.

The other party also seemed to see Mr. Mo's doubts, and said with a smile: "My master lost a daughter some time ago, her appearance and appearance are very similar to the little girl on the carriage, so I want to confirm whether the little girl on the carriage is It's my master's lost daughter."

Mr. Mo relaxed his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "I'm afraid you have misunderstood."

(End of this chapter)