On the table, there were five pots of ground soy milk. Xia Qianqian was moving the last pot up and shouted: "Mom, hurry up, help me."

Li Yunniang came quickly, looked at the soy milk on the table, and said in disbelief: "Why are you so fast?"

"It's not me!" Xia Qianqian denied it, holding the donkey beside the millstone with her fingers, "It was because it ran fast and worked hard, and after a while, I finished grinding it."

"Quick, mother, light the fire. Let's work harder and make soy milk quickly."

"Okay!"

Time in the morning is too precious to tolerate any delay.

Xia Qianqian was so busy that she was dizzy and her back was sweating before she finished all the work.

Outside the gate, Uncle Wang has already started knocking on the door.

Xia Qianqian opened the door and moved the things from the stall to the bullock cart.

Li Yunniang hurriedly opened the lid of the pot, wrapped a few freshly steamed wild vegetable buns in oil paper, and handed them to her, "Qianqian, thank you for your hard work. Take it with you to eat on the road."

"Well!" Xia Qianqian put the buns into her backpack and said, "Yuanbao, hurry up."

Yuan Bao is carrying a schoolbag. The schoolbag that is usually dry is full of stuff today.

"Yuanbao, what did you pack in your schoolbag?" Xia Qianqian asked with a frown.

"Nothing!" Yuan Bao covered his schoolbag with one hand, too frightened to say anything.

Xia Qianqian didn't have time to talk to him, so she waved, "Hurry up, get in the car."

The three of them got on the carriage. Xia Qianqian took out the oil paper bag, took out two of the buns and handed them to Uncle Wang.

Normally, he would not be restrained and would accept it calmly, but today, no matter what Xia Qianqian said, he just didn't want to accept it.

Helpless, Xia Qianqian and Yuan Bao had their own breakfast on the ox cart with a mouthful of steamed buns and a mouthful of soy milk.

The ox cart passed through the West City Gate and headed all the way to Zhuxian College. In the distance, the gate of the college was crowded with people.

She got off the bullock cart, and the people around her looked at her with scrutiny. They looked and whispered timidly.

Xia Qianqian's facial features are sensitive, and she can figure out the reason from their discussion.

It turns out that yesterday, Zhu Zirong and a group of six people entered Nianxian Yuan in full view of everyone and have not returned yet.

The news about Xia Qianqian entering Nianxian Academy and becoming her destined person spread in Zhuxian Academy yesterday.

Some students were initially skeptical.

It wasn't until a day and a night passed before those people came out that they finally believed it.

Today, they were waiting at the entrance of the college early. Most of them wanted to see what the rumored destined person looked like.

Naturally, some people who know her have other purposes.

Xia Qianqian had just set up the stall when a female student hurried forward and said enthusiastically: "Bring me a bowl of tofu nao."

Xia Qianqian quickly filled a bowl for her and handed it to her, "Please use it slowly."

The female student took the small bamboo bowl, moved it forward, and lowered her voice: "Xia Xiazi, will Mr. Hu come again today?"

These girls are clearly drunkards who don’t care about drinking.

Xia Qianqian sneered, "I don't know, he was just passing by yesterday, maybe out of curiosity, so..."

"Who said it was just a moment of curiosity!" A man's teasing voice came from the side of the stab.

A young man in a blue brocade robe squeezed through the crowd and came to Xia Qianqian's side. He smiled brightly and said, "I will come every day in the future."

With that said, he took the bowl of tofu noodle from Xia Qianqian's hand and handed it to the female student in pink, his peach blossom eyes sparkling, "You must come here more often in the future!"

The female student in pink clothes had no admiration for Hu Tang. Seeing his handsomeness close at hand, and handing her the bowl and chopsticks with his own hands, she felt as if she had ascended to an immortal. Her mind was so foggy that she couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

With a blush on her face, she hurriedly reached out to take the bamboo bowl, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "I will definitely come here every day in the future."

"Okay!" Hu Tang winked at the man, turned around and shouted to the female student next to him: "Who still wants to eat tofu?"

"I want it!"

"I want it!"

"I want it!"

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Line up and come one by one."

While Hu Tang warmly greeted the guests, he turned to Xia Qianqian and whispered: "Hurry up."

Xia Qianqian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she started working quickly.

Hu Tang deserves to be born in a family of merchants. He knows how to cater to customers and is good at making use of his beauty.

Today's tofu nao was twice as much as yesterday's, but the selling time was actually shorter than yesterday's.

When there was only one bowl left in the cauldron, Hu Tang stopped smiling and said loudly: "Today's tofu is sold out. Those who want to eat it tomorrow should hurry up!"

Some people who had eaten tofu brain secretly rejoiced.

Those who didn't get it smacked their lips while secretly coveting his beauty.

But at this time, he couldn't care about this at all.

"Girl, hurry up, the remaining bowl is mine."

He urged her to serve him in a bowl quickly.

Xia Qianqian suppressed her laughter and filled a large bamboo bowl for him, pouring twice as much mushroom sauce on it.

"Can I?" She handed it to him.

"Okay, very good!"

He grabbed the edge of the bowl and was about to put it into his mouth when he caught a glimpse of Ji Zimo not far away from the corner of his eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing an evil smile.

He deliberately held the bowl, moved it forward, shook it in front of Ji Zimo, and proudly said: "Young Master Mo is late, this is the last bowl."

As he spoke, he quickly retracted his hand, stirred it with the wooden spoon, lowered his head and took a big sip. He couldn't help but praise: "This bowl is generous, and the mushroom sauce is even more delicious. It's really delicious."<

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That noisy look is really irritating.

But Ji Zimo's eyes were steady, looking at him as if he were looking at a clown, without any disturbance.

Hu Tang was not convinced, and drank a few more gulps, looking at Ji Zimo with eyes full of provocation.

Xia Qianqian has no way to deal with this childish ghost.

She stepped forward and said, "Mr. Mo, good morning."

On the college grounds, she would respectfully call him sir.

"Okay, good morning."

Ji Zimo glanced at her small stall and asked softly: "Are all the things sold today?"

"Yeah!" Xia Qianqian responded, "Everyone came early today, so everything is sold out."

"But I..." There was a hint of grievance in his tone, "I'm very hungry."

"This..."

Although his requirements were very low, Xia Qianqian really had nothing to feed him.

"That's..." His eyes were fixed on the oil paper bag in the basket on the ground.

Xia Qianqian followed his line of sight and picked up the oil paper bag without spreading it out. She felt a little embarrassed and said, "My mother steamed the wild vegetable bag this morning and it's already cold."

Even if it is food, he may not be able to swallow it.

"I want to eat!" He was sincere.

"I'm afraid you don't like to eat."

"I want to give it a try."

As he spoke, he reached out and took the oil paper bag, opened it, picked up a piece of the bun, took a bite, nodded slightly, "It's delicious."

Xia Qianqian didn't believe it.

"Did you also eat wild vegetable buns this morning?" he asked in a normal manner.

"Yes." Xia Qianqian replied: "These are the remaining two. Uncle Wang doesn't like to eat them."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xia Qianqian wanted to bite off her tongue.

Uncle Wang doesn't like to eat steamed buns, can he like to eat them?
Chapter completed!