Marry A Younger Husband

At noon, more and more guests come to Xieqiao restaurant. Mr. Shuoshu sits on the stage and talks about a legend of Wulin with his eloquence. When it comes to storytelling, it's either a fairy tale, a gifted man or a beautiful woman, or a visit to the generals. Mr. Shuoshu is a new man. He talks about things in the Wulin. The subject matter is fresh and the plot is tortuous. Naturally, he is very popular.

Xiao Mo'er is also very busy. He can't eat when the guests don't leave. He greets the guests, wipes the tables and chairs, and delivers the tea with an empty stomach.

Shuilinlang just looks on coldly, and xiaomo'er feels more and more frustrated. His wife has become so heartless that he has no hope in the world. He steals tears from time to time.

Su Allegro can't go on: "little aunt, let uncle Mo eat something first?"

All the other guys are busy. Why does he eat

But see small Mo'er trembling from the kitchen with a square plum mahogany holding a bowl of banfei soup up, because there are too many guests, he temporarily forgot which guest ordered the dish, looking around.

A guest yelled: "boy, what are you doing? Is it the banfei soup I want? Please bring it to me."

Little Mo'er ran to him in a hurry, but because his trousers were too long, he stepped on them, and his whole body tilted toward the guest. The guest was quick to see and avoid, but he was still sprinkled with the soup.

Little Mo'er held the corner of the table and stood still. The guest slapped and fell over: "blind your dog's eye!"

Little Mo'er was dizzy, and the banfei soup just came out of the pot was poured into his hands, and his body also fell to the ground.

Dingdang was furious, rolled up his sleeve, and was about to fight with the guest. Shuilinlang stopped him in a hurry: "let's open the door to do business, don't make trouble."

Shuilinlang walked over and laughed at the guest: "my guest, I'm sorry, the new comer is inflexible and has offended you. I'll ask someone to make another bowl for you and add more ingredients."

Looking back at the little Mo'er on the ground, he said coldly, "can you get up?"

Little Mo'er's hands were red, and it was obvious that they were bubbling. He just said nothing and glared at the water. He got up from the ground with difficulty, suddenly grabbed a bench beside him and threw it at the back of the guest.

Shuilinlang grabbed the bench and said, "little Mo'er, you don't mean what you said. How did you promise me yesterday? Have you forgotten?"

Xiao Mo'er put down the bench and said, "I promise you, of course I won't forget."

Shuilinlang hears that xiaomo'er's voice is cold, which is a voice he never had. She knows that xiaomo'er must hate her very much at the moment, but she wants him to understand that when he loses the aura of young master, he is nothing. Only by recognizing this, can he really want to enrich himself and not be as muddled as before.

On this day, Xiao Mo'er had been in the evening. There were still many guests, but they had to go back to the villa before dark, so they had to change their clothes and go back first.

Sitting in the carriage, little Mo'er didn't say a word. Shuilinlang pulled his little hands. He was a young master who didn't touch yangchunshui. His small hands were delicate and tender, and could not stand the slightest blow. Now they are still scalded. A piece of red, a few bubbles floating on the back of his hands.

Water Lin Lang gently blowing, soft voice asked: "pain?"

"No pain." Little Mo'er pulls his hand back and doesn't go to see her.

"You're upset with me, aren't you?"

"No

"Do you understand my heart?"

"I see. You're doing it for my good."

"Then why are you still angry with me?"

"I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with myself. I'm too stupid to do anything well."

Water Lin Lang gently embrace him in the arms: "you are not stupid, just lack of exercise."

Small Mo'er earned out from her arms: "you hurt me."

Back at Jue mountain villa, little Mo'er was afraid that the injury on his hand would be found, so he didn't go to see the adults in the mansion. He took Dingdang back to Xizhou first and walked into the bandit's house. Dingdong had already put the food on the table.

Dingdang said, "bring me the burn medicine first."

Ding Dong strange way: "why to want scald medicine?"

"The young master's hand is scalded."

"Ah, how to do it, my God, let me see!"

Ding Dang quickly covered her mouth: "you don't shout, let the top know, and said we can't serve well."

Ding Dang helped Xiao Mo'er into the bedroom. After a while, Ding Dong came over with the scald medicine and looked at the back of his hand. He couldn't help crying. He applied the scald medicine for him and wrapped it with white gauze."Brother, why don't you look at the young master? How did you get hurt like this?"

Ding Dang said, "I was accidentally scalded by the soup."

"It's also your responsibility. If you don't serve the young master well, I'll tell my mother."

Ding Dang said anxiously, "are you my sister after all? Even if you are a big servant girl, don't you recognize your brother?"

"If I don't recognize your brother, I'll tell the second lady."

Small Mo son impatiently way: "you all don't quarrel, who also forbid to say."

Ding Dong had to give up and asked, "why don't you see my little aunt?"

"She told her mother about the business."

"That slave maidservant will serve the young master first."

"Wait for the lady to come and eat it!"

Shuilinlang came out of the courtyard of side and hurried to Xizhou. He went into the bandit's house and came to the bedroom. Xiaomo'er was lying on the bed, sleeping heavily and snoring heavily. It seems that he is really tired today.

Dingdong stood by and saw shuilinlang. He quickly got up and saluted. Shuilinlang hissed and helped Xiao Mo'er cover up the bedding and came out with dingdong.

"Young aunt, young master usually doesn't go to bed so early."

"He's too tired today."

"He's a young master. What can you do to make him tired?"

Water Lang said with a smile: "play will also play tired."

"Yes, the young master is fond of playing. My little aunt must look at him more."

"Well, you're loyal to him, and you're a wise man."

"Of course, I can't compare with elder sister Zhiqing. I just try my best."

"I don't know where this little bastard's blessing comes from. It's all about making him meet good servant girls."

Ding Dong laughed sheepishly and said, "the young master hasn't eaten yet!"

"Let him sleep for a while. Let's eat first and leave some food for him to warm up when he wakes up."

"I'll serve my little aunt."

Shuilinlang said with a smile: "if you are under the same roof, you are welcome. I have hands and I can eat by myself. I don't need you to wait on me. Ask your brother to come in and eat together!"

"Isn't that against the rules?"

"We are all people who serve little Mo'er. Although I'm an aunt, I'm just like you. I don't have much respect. Don't talk about so many rules."

Dingdong had to go out and ask Dingdang to have dinner with him. He felt that the water was very close to him. Unlike other aunts in Huishan villa, when she was an aunt, she thought she had climbed up the sky, just like aunt Zhao in Qingyuan, but such a person would never come to a good end