Whose little lady is so crazy?

Chapter 20 The little lady doesn’t look good when eating

Hong Xiaoduo didn't know that someone was curious about him. The meat buns were too fragrant and huge. From his memory, the buns he had eaten before seemed too petty and he couldn't swallow them in one bite, leaving him feeling greedy.

The wontons are also delicious, and the soup is really delicious. No wonder Xiao Kaiyang is thinking about it.

There are not many complicated ingredients in the soup, just green chopped green onions and a little bit of meat and oil on the surface of the soup.

"Hey, brother Zitao, look, that little lady looks better than those seven little bald ones." Master Dong was a little speechless.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him stood up, threw a piece of broken silver on the tea table and walked out.

"Brother Zitao, what are you doing? Have you just brewed this tea?" Master Dong was puzzled and quickly stood up and followed him.

This dear friend passed by here to catch up with him, and he would come here to drink tea and chat for three days. Each time he sat there for the whole afternoon, mainly because there was really no place with good scenery in Mopan Town.

There are many shops in the town, but has anyone seen a man like to go shopping and enter a shop?

If you want to go, you also need to buy something, so enter the store selectively and purposefully.

"I drank too much tea in the past two days, which makes me scratch my head." Mu Zitao responded as he walked.

What does it mean? Mr. Dong didn't react when he heard this. This dear man likes to mince words and make people guess when he talks. It's a waste of brains to chat with him!
  "So?" Master Dong watched his brother enter the bun shop.

Mu Zitao glanced at him: "So, if you get hungry easily, come here and eat some steamed buns."

After hearing this, Mr. Dong gritted his teeth and sat down, still muttering in confusion: "Isn't it that I have always had a bad appetite?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't want to treat us, just say so. I'll pay for a few meat buns." After Mu Zitao finished speaking, he saw that the bun shop boy had already come over.

"Ten steamed buns first, then two bowls of wontons." Mu Zitao looked at the things on the table next door and said to the waiter.

The waiter greeted cleverly: "Okay, I'll give you two gentlemen ten buns and two bowls of wontons."

"Ten, ten?" Mr. Dong was shocked when he heard this.

It’s not long after lunch, and it’s not an empty stomach in the morning, and it’s not snack time yet. Even a grown man can’t eat five and wontons now.

If you can't eat it, you can leave it without it, just pay the amount. The whole table is waiting for the banquet, and you can just take a few bites and leave, so you don't want to waste a few buns.

In fact, he is the one who knows the appetite of this man in front of him best. It is not an exaggeration to say that he eats a glass of water every meal.

However, if people eat less, it will not hinder their intelligence, their parents' growth, and their practice of martial arts. They will still have endless strength to lead thousands of troops into battle to kill the enemy.

Master Dong sometimes suspected that this person must have taken some elixir behind his back.

The buns were delivered quickly, and the wonton stall nearby also brought wontons. The two of them were sitting at the table next to Hong Xiaoduo. From his position, Mu Zitao could see her side face. When he saw her pick up the third bun, it seemed to be the fourth bun, he also picked up one and took a bite at the same time. , Hey, it’s delicious.

Hong Xiaoduo saw the guests coming to the table next to her, but what did it have to do with her? The bun shop sold the buns all day long, so of course there would be diners coming at any time.

The seven little bald heads were concentrating on eating the meat buns and didn't pay attention to anything else.

The shopkeeper of the steamed stuffed bun shop prepared another basket of steamed stuffed buns. During his free time, he and his waiter stood there looking at the customers on the table outside, somewhat lost in thought.

This afternoon’s guest is a bit special. There was a young lady with a sword, a good-looking bald boy and a bald girl, and two young gentlemen in luxurious clothes. The key point was that these two young gentlemen were also very handsome.

The shopkeeper turned to look at the calendar hanging on the wall. Is today a particularly good day?

He has been running a steamed bun shop for more than ten years. Of course he knows that the steamed buns he makes are delicious, but today the ten diners, big and small, have an inexplicable feeling about how they eat. How should I put it? Oh, eye candy!
  For the first time in his life, the shopkeeper of Baozipu was upset. Why was there no one who was good at painting at this time to paint the scene in front of him?

On the streets of the town, there are steaming steamers and a few small square tables. These ten eye-catching diners are elegantly eating the steamed buns he made. What a warm mood!
  Of course, the little lady didn't eat very elegantly, but that must be because the buns he made were so delicious, and they had never been eaten elsewhere, so she ate a little too quickly. .

"Hi, madam, may I ask why they all have bald heads?" Mr. Dong couldn't help his curiosity. If he didn't ask for a correct answer, he felt like he would lose sleep.

If the man next to him said he was stupid, he would definitely refuse to accept it. No one can guess the answer to this question, right?

Whatever you are looking at, don’t think I don’t know that you are also very curious. While waiting for a response, you rolled your eyes at your dear friend.

Hong Xiaoduo happened to be full. He took out the handkerchief given by his aunt at the tailor shop and wiped his mouth. When he heard the diners at the next table ask, he looked over.

For strangers, when most people see each other at first glance, based on their facial expressions and tone of voice, and if there is no conflict in their hearts, then the other person is generally not a bad person.

Of course, I didn't expect to interact with the other party or have a deep friendship with him, and I didn't have to identify who the other party belonged to.

I also ate the meat buns, and when I was full, I taught my disciples to treat guests without spending my own money.

She just wants to be in a good mood now, and if she is in a good mood, she will naturally have a better attitude towards people who are pleasant to her eyes.

Hong Xiaoduo smiled, looked at the seven bald heads around him, and then looked at the person who asked the question: "Do you believe me when I say it's cool like this?"

Phew, cough. Master Dong was startled when he heard her response. The man next to him who was drinking wonton soup choked.

Pulling out the handkerchief and wiping it, he glanced at his companion and said, "It's all your fault, so you have to ask."

Seeing the eye-catching young man wiping the corners of his mouth, Hong Xiaoduo subconsciously made a comparison. He had just wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, but his movements were definitely not as graceful as this one's.

Seeing the little lady looking at him, the corners of Mu Zitao's mouth slightly raised. He was too familiar with this scene.

Therefore, people generally don’t want to hang out. In some cases, you can do your best to avoid it.

Master Dong is also considered to be the most handsome in Beijing, but whenever he goes out with him, he will complain that those little ladies only look at him and not him.

Needless to say, Master Dong will have to complain a lot on his way back.

Hong Xiaoduo looked at him and pointed at the left side of his chin. Mu Zitao was a little confused. What did this mean? What does it imply?
  Those little ladies in the past would usually shyly cover half of their faces with a handkerchief in this kind of scene, or they might blush and cover their chests.

The former represents shyness and embarrassment, while the latter represents excitement and excitement with a beating heart.

The little lady in front of me is pointing her finger to her chin. If it’s not just a small movement in the middle, what does it mean?

But no matter what it represented, Mu Zitao didn't like it very much. The little lady who he thought was special just now suddenly felt disgusted, and he frowned without realizing it...

(End of this chapter)