"Want to eat some wontons?"

"Huh?" Han Shenwei reacted.

Zhou Mo: "I'm in a bad mood and want to eat small wontons."

Han Chen: "Which one do you want to go to? The one near No. 2 Middle School or the one on Xiaole Street?"

Zhou Mo was in a trance for a moment, "Do you still remember?"

Han Chen felt a little uneasy, "Which one do you want to go to?"

"Across from No. 2 Middle School."

Han Chen turned the steering wheel and the car changed lanes.

No. 2 Middle School is the high school alma mater of Han Chen and Zhou Mo. It is very close to Yuan Shang Ju and can be reached in more than ten minutes' walk from Zhou Mo's home.

Yuanshangju is the old town of Dongjiang. The schools here, from junior high schools to high schools, are all famous schools with a long history in Dongjiang.

Dongjiang No. 2 Middle School is the best public high school in Dongjiang, and there is also a private high school that is comparable to No. 2 Middle School - Dongjiang No. 9 Middle School.

It is said that at that time, the children of Dongjiang's upper class were all in Dongjiang No. 9 Middle School. The school was very strict and the slogan was that it was an international boarding school. It sounded like it was not something ordinary people could attend.

Liang Xinyun originally planned to send Han Chen to No. 9 Middle School, but when she heard that Han Chen would live on campus and Han Chen's ability to take care of himself was so poor at the time that it was impossible to take care of himself, Liang Xinyun gave up the plan.

But to enter No. 2 Middle School, you must have a house in the school district. Liang Xinyun asked people to search around and finally found a house for sale, which happened to be the neighbor across the door from Zhou Mo's house.

Zhou Mo and Han Chen became neighbors from then on.

Around the school, various small shops are still open. The roads in the old city are not very wide, and most of the stores are very small. Many barbecue restaurants and snack bars simply set up tables on the sidewalk at the door to expand their business scope.

Smoky and bustling, a familiar feeling filled my heart.

"It's been a long time since I've been here," Zhou Mo couldn't help sniffing and sniffing the familiar smell of fireworks.

"There's a new handmade ice cream shop opened over there." She suddenly made a big discovery.

Han Chen glanced at it and said, "You can't eat it."

"Who said I can't eat it?"

"Aren't you on your period?"

"..." Zhou Mo hesitated and turned slightly red, "How do you know?"

"Last time your bag fell off my sofa, there was half a bag of Weil inside."

Zhou Mo chuckled emotionlessly, "You are so observant that you can even remember the brand name."

"Don't you always use this brand?"

Zhou Mo was completely speechless. After realizing it, she suddenly realized something, "Is that why you told Liu Kai just now that I can't eat cake?"

"if not?"

Zhou Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "You are so good, it would be a pity not to be a detective."

"Do you want to eat wontons again?" Han Chen asked.

"eat."

Han Chen turned around and entered the wonton shop, and Zhou Mo followed suit.

The wonton shop is very small. Due to the renovation of the old city, the stores here have been renovated. The walls are surrounded by light orange tiles, and they are simply decorated with straw bundles and hung with several fabric patterns, giving it a pastoral atmosphere.

Complete.

When the boss saw the guests coming, he greeted them enthusiastically, "You guys came just in time. If you had come a little later, I would have to close the shop. What do you two want to eat?"

"Take your pick," Han Chen handed the choice to Zhou Mo.

"I want to eat wontons, what about you? Want a bowl too?" Zhou Mo asked Han Chen's opinion.

"I'm not hungry, just order one." Han Chen casually found an empty seat next to him and sat down.

Zhou Mo said to the boss: "I want a small wonton, but not coriander."

"Okay," the boss turned around and went to the kitchen.

Zhou Mo sat opposite Han Chen and curiously looked around at the changes, "It's different from before."

"It's been ten years, there's no way things haven't changed."

Zhou Mo glanced at Han Chen slightly and said, "Yes, it's been ten years, and you're still as good at chatting to death as before."

Han Chen's eyes deepened and he said no more.

The wontons came out very quickly, and soon the boss came over with a tray and said, "Little wontons for you two."

Zhou Mo took the plate and said, "Boss, when did this restaurant change its staff?"

The previous bosses were a couple in their fifties.

"There is no replacement. My parents were running the business before. They are getting older and have returned to their hometown to take care of themselves. I am the one running the store instead."

"No wonder," Zhou Mo had never seen his current boss.

"Did you graduate from No. 2 Middle School?" the boss asked.

"How do you know?" Zhou Mo was surprised.

"Do you know that the customers my parents opened this store were all from five or six years ago. You should be students in No. 2 Middle School. You are so young, are you still in college?"

Zhou Mo covered her lips and snickered, "Not that young, but I'm still in school."

She gave Han Chen a mean look and said, "He is already over thirty."

The boss took advantage of the situation and looked at Han Chen.

Perhaps it's because Han Chen shaved his head and had a hairstyle that made him look a bit more mature than before when he had long hair.

The boss said: "He is very young. He doesn't look like he is over thirty-five."

Zhou Mo couldn't help but laugh, but looking at Han Chen's dark face, she couldn't laugh out loud and could only hold it in.

When the boss left, she burst into laughter.

Han Chen glanced at her and said, "You are only one year younger than me. If I were a thirty-year-old man, you would be a twenty-nine-year-old woman."

Zhou Mo's smile froze, "Have you never heard that a woman's age is a secret?"

"You mentioned it first."

"..." Zhou Mo couldn't help but scoop up a wonton and swallowed it in one gulp, as if the wonton was Han Chen.

The wonton soup contains seaweed and shrimp, as well as pickled mustard, which tastes particularly fresh.

During the previous dinner, Zhou Mo had no appetite and didn't eat much. Now when she encountered the delicious little wontons, her craving and hunger were aroused, and she ate most of the bowl in a few seconds.

Looking up, she saw Han Chen staring at her while eating. Zhou Mo asked, "Do you want to eat?"

"you eat."

"Why don't you ask the boss for another spoon?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Oh," Zhou Mo ignored him and continued tasting with relish.

Although she was hungry, she never had a big appetite. The boss was so down-to-earth that he ordered a small portion of wontons, but the portion was not small at all.

Zhou Mo had worked very hard to eat, but in the end there was still some left.

"I can't finish it, there's so much," Zhou Mo put down the spoon, held it for a while, and then said, "No, it's not a good habit to waste food."

After that, she picked up the spoon again.

Han Chen suddenly pressed her hand behind him and said, "Don't force yourself if you can't finish eating. It will feel uncomfortable if you overeat."

"I feel uncomfortable if I can't finish eating."

Han Chen pursed his lips and said, "I'll eat it."

He took the spoon from Zhou Mo's hand and moved the dinner plate in front of him.

Before Zhou Mo could react, he saw that Han Chen had scooped one out and put it into his mouth.

"No, that's what I used. You can replace it..."

Han Chen raised his eyelids, "It's not like I haven't used it before."

Zhou Mo's cheeks felt inexplicably hot.

Memories from high school gradually resurfaced in her mind. Images from the past overlapped with today's scenes, and Zhou Mo gradually fell into the Han Chen of the past.

I always felt that Han Chen was boring and didn't know how to chat. Falling in love with him was simply a kind of torture.
Chapter completed!