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Chapter 529 Finale (98)

But Po Whirling, if you are really still alive, you have to remember that there is someone who has been waiting for you, waiting for you to come back.

He stood here for a long time, unwilling to leave. It was not until night fell that the people in the market were gone, and he turned back to the hotel.

He walked to the front desk of the hotel and stood still, asking with no expression on his stern face, "Excuse me, how often do you have a market here?"

"One week."

"I want to stay for a long time, for a month." He took out the money from his bag and put it in front of her, "Send some dinner to my room."

"Yes, Mr. Su."

He turned around and left the front desk, walked into the elevator, his mind was full of the glimpse of the afternoon, that figure was too similar to her, especially the cold side face, who would it be if it wasn't her?
But there are many acquaintances in this world, even if you want to find someone similar to him, you can find it.

But he didn't feel at ease, he didn't see her in other places, even if it was someone who imagined with her, he had to see for himself if it was her before he could give up.

Back home, Ye Po Suo and Jian Mo sat on the sofa and didn't speak, because they really didn't buy anything, only bought the wreath on her head.

"Jian Mo, actually I'm not interested in shopping. I think it's quite fun to buy things on it. How about we sell fried dumplings earlier next time? Some people will like it, and a bowl of light mung bean porridge is served. Definitely a bestseller!"

The girl opposite rarely showed a beautiful smile, how could he not support it.

"Actually, you don't need to subsidize the family." He said jokingly.

"Pay the rent!" she also joked.

"Okay." As long as she is happy.

After a week, they really go early, and the dumplings are made fresh to ensure freshness.

Ye Posuo was making dumplings by the side, and Jian Mo was collecting money to settle accounts, and helped fry them by the way. I have to say that Jian Mo's cooking skills are pretty good.

Instead of helping, it helped a lot.

"This is delicious. I bought it just now, and I'm here again!" A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl stood in front of Ye Posuo, "Are you a husband and wife? You are so happy, just look at it!"

Jian Mo didn't speak, just smiled.

Because she was going to make dumplings, she didn't like having something on her hands while she was cooking and eating, so she didn't bring her wedding ring.

"We are just good friends." She handed the fried dumplings to her hand, "Today's is sold out, come back next week."

"No! It's so delicious, why don't you open a store! If you open a store, I will definitely come every day!" She pouted, really feeling delicious.

Although there is a Chinese restaurant on the street, it is nothing compared to what she cooks.

I haven't eaten other people's food before and thought their home is still delicious. After eating her food, I know what is delicious and what is authentic.

"You don't need to open a shop, you have to eat delicious food after a while." Ye Posuo said while tidying up.

The people queuing up behind were also very depressed, and quite a few people shouted loudly why there was no more.

"It seems that we need to prepare more next time." Jian Mo said while tidying up. At first he thought that the people here were not used to eating, but he didn't expect her food to be so popular.

"No, do less, I'm very tired." She wasn't really doing it for money, and she couldn't sell it for much, it was just a way to pass the time.

"That's right, you need to take a good rest now." The two quickly packed up their things and left.

(End of this chapter)