Yan Xuehuai was very familiar with the stall owner at the door of Tongfu Inn. The stall owner was named Tang, and he was an old man. The old man had a very cute name called Tang Xiaomian.

Tang Xiaomeng not only has superb skills, but also under the guidance of Yan Xuehuai, he grew up to be an artist who subverts tradition and is unconventional.

For example, when Tang Xiaomian looked like Yan Xuehuai, the Nezha he made was better than the original Nezha in the dough stick. If he put two Nezha together, the child must have the ugly one. No one pinched the beautiful Nezha, and the dough stick disappeared. Gradually, after Tang Xiaomian had been pinching the dough stick for most of his life, he was almost unable to remember what Nezha was originally like.

Now, when Tang Xiaomian looked at the latest work in his hand, he could only think of four words "Shocking Man".

"Girl, does this guy have a name?"

"Yes, his name is Ao Bing."

Yan Xuehuai held the dough man in his hand and felt comfortable. This is Ao Bing, the one Yan Qi pinched, and it was not worthy of Ao Bing as a mount.

"Who is Ao Bing?" Tang Xiaomian couldn't remember which immortal this was.

Yan Qi took a step forward and handed the work of the man Zhang in his hand to Tang Xiaomeng: "Ao Bing is him!"

Tang Xiaomian was startled by the thing that was suddenly sent to him. When he saw it carefully, Tang Xiaomian smiled and shook his head: "You guy, be kidding the old man, huh..."

Tang Xiaomian looked at Yan Qi's face and nodded: "That's right, that's right, no wonder, it was originally pinched according to your face."

"What?" Yan Qi didn't understand.

Tang Xiaomeng smiled and had a pleat on her face, like a big chrysanthemum that was broken.

His stall is facing Huichang Street, but perhaps he has seen too many faces of the person he has pinched, but he can't remember the real person's face. Therefore, Yan Qichang came to Huichang Street, but in Tang Xiaomeng's eyes, he is still a face-to-face.

"I'll tell you, that Ao Bing only has two more horns than you."

Although Tang Xiaomian's words were still inexplicable to others, Yan Qi understood them.

Is that right?

He should have looked at Ao Bing's, why didn't he read it?

Yan Xuehuai was already holding her face and ran back to Li Shiji.

According to Yan Qi's original plan, he wanted to take advantage of the two days when Li Qiniang was away, but now, he suddenly felt embarrassed.

It’s better to change the plan. If Yan Xiangcai gets annoyed him, it will be bad.

Later, he and Yan Xiangcai became close, and there were opportunities to pester each other.

Yan Xuehuai returned to Li Shiji and washed the cat pot inside and out, put it in the pot and cooked it, and then started making tea.

She doesn't like drinking tea, but because of this pot, she is ready to drink tea.

Lu Ying'er laughed at her: "Your pot is just a decoration, not really for drinking tea."

"No, no, as a pot, if you don't let it make tea once, it will regret it for life."

Yan Xuehuai felt that whether it was a human or a pot, he had his own mission in this world.

"For example, my mission is to eat. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of my mother's good cooking skills?"

"I have to make a lot of money with my mother so that I can eat better."

"When I have a lot of money, I will ask my mother to make Buddha jump over the wall for me every day, and eat one pot and throw it away one pot."

Lu Ying'er hurriedly asked: "Young Master, what is Buddha Jumping over the Wall? Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious, hard food, but my mother may not be able to cook it yet, so she needs my advice."

Lu Ying'er opened her mouth wide. The young master's steamed eggs were like hornet's nests and the noodles were like slurry. But in this breath, he could even teach the boss's cooking?

Seeing that Lu Ying'er looked like she was being thundered, Yan Xuehuai asked, "Ying'er, what do you think is your mission?"

"My mission is to find my brother. Our old Lu family has the only seedling, my brother, and I must find him."

Yan Xuehuai suddenly stopped wanting to joke around anymore. She patted Lu Ying'er on the shoulder and comforted her and said, "I will find it for you, I will definitely find it."

She thought of Mrs. Ye’s tea stall, and she felt a little moved and said to Lu Ying’er: “Don’t you know how to write? If you have time, write a few more missing person notices, and we will pick up places with a lot of people to post them.”

Lu Ying'er nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll write after I finish my work."

When she returned to the Silkworm Hutong in the evening, Yan Xuehuai went to the ceramic shop. She looked around and did not see the cat exactly like hers.

The guy knew her and asked, "Miss Yan, do you still want to buy a vase?"

Yesterday, Yan Xuehuai bought a koi vase here, but it had already broken.

But Yan Xuehuai didn't have the idea of ​​buying another one.

She asked, "Are you a teapot for making cats here?"

"Huh, how do you know?" The guy was curious.

"I heard from someone, is that pot still there?" Yan Xuehuai asked.

"No more, the pair of pots were delivered this morning. Not long after they were bought, they were bought by a young man."

Yan Xuehuai immediately discovered clues in these words.

"Wait, do you think this pot is a pair? The exact same two?"

"No," the guy shook his head, "It's a dog and a cat."

"There is another dog?" Yan Xuehuai suddenly remembered what she said today.

She asked the guy: "Does there also have a sign around the dog's neck, which says Fugui?"

"Have you seen this pot, have other shops sold? It's impossible. The one who delivered the goods to us clearly said that it was cooked by his family to play with. He only burned this pair, and his family did not make pots."

Yan Xuehuai smiled and said, "Don't get me wrong. I haven't seen it before. I guessed it. By the way, how much is this pair of pots?"

Anyway, there is only one pair of this pot, and it will be gone after it is sold out, so of course it is not a secret.

The guy didn't hide it: "Buying it alone is a ounce of silver. The young man bought a pair and then charged him one or eight cents."

One tael or eight cents, each cost only nine cents.

Yan Qi initially said that the cat was a tael of silver, and later he said it was nine cents. Both statements were not wrong.

But this guy actually lied to her!

She fooled her to accept the cat, no, if she gave it to her directly, she would definitely not accept it. But she pretended to be reluctant to give up and resold it to her. She took out the money and accepted it with peace of mind.

It doesn't matter, it's related that the pot is actually a pair.

Dogs are rich and cats are lucky.

Yan Qi, the guy who left behind the dog wealth and asked her to buy a cat lucky.

Yan Xuehuai gritted her teeth.

Question: Is there any egg worse than Yan Qi?

Answer: No more.

Childish, too childish!

But he actually succeeded in this naive method.

Yan Xuehuai not only bought pairs of cats by chance, but also after she learned that she had been fooled, she never thought about slamming the cat on Yan Qi's face.

This was bought by her for a little over a liang of silver. It was her thing. How big is Yan Qi's face? Is it worth her to smash it with her cat?
Chapter completed!