"Aunt Mo Yu?"

Yan Xuehuai called out again, Mo Yu recovered from his senses. She smiled awkwardly and said to Yan Xuehuai: "Today, Dawu and Erwu are here, and the old lady said she simply ordered our meals together."

Although Dawu and Erwu returned to the capital, Yan Xuehuai only met on the day they just returned. Usually, only Wujie and Wu Rui lived in the house, while Dawu and Erwu did not live here.

On weekdays, only Mrs. Ye’s meals were ordered in Li Shiji, and Mo Yu and Wu Jie and Wu Rui cooked them themselves.

"I've caused you trouble, you can have buns and steamed buns." Mo Yu looked at the guests who were almost full, feeling a little embarrassed.

Yan Xuehuai smiled and said, "It's not troublesome. There are not many other food shops, but there are too many foods."

He said again: "Aunt Mo Yu, please go back first, I'll send it to you later."

Mo Yu subconsciously looked at the table facing the door, with only a plate of white meat with a Chinese-shaped face, and had a taste of it with relish and had to say a few words from time to time. The young man sitting opposite him was fair and handsome, perhaps because he didn't like the smell of garlic. When the big man talked to him, he covered his nose exaggeratedly. The big man didn't care and deliberately vented the young man.

Mo Yu couldn't help but smile, his eyes stayed on the boy's face. The boy was very alert and immediately looked at her. Mo Yu quickly lowered his head, got up in a hurry, and went to the kitchen.

"Sister Huai, can I help me?" Mo Yu asked.

Yan Xuehuai was holding a bun in his hand and was gnawing. When he saw Mo Yu, he said in a speechless manner: "No, you see, I have nothing to do."

It’s not that there is nothing to do in the kitchen, but that she has done the work. Li Qiniang and Lu Ying'er have to do it again. It’s better for her to do nothing to avoid causing trouble.

Seeing that Li Qiniang and Lu Ying'er were busy, Mo Yu lowered his voice and asked, "That guy is the one sitting opposite the door. Have you been here before?"

"Who?"

Yan Xuehuai stretched her neck and looked out, and Mo Yu grabbed her: "Don't let people hear it, it's the table I was talking to you when I first came in."

"You said Fusheng, he often comes, and is our old customer."

"Fusheng, his name is Fusheng? Then do you know what his surname is and where is his home? By the way, how old is he this year?"

Yan Xuehuai blinked and swallowed the buns in her mouth. Mo Yuren was as famous as he was, and he was never a talkative person.

"His surname is Qi, and he is about seventeen or eighteen years old this year. He is not from Pingcheng, he only came this year."

Yan Xuehuai said while paying attention to Mo Yu's expression.

Mo Yu is different from Mrs. Ye. Mrs. Ye has the same expression all year round, and Mo Yu writes all the joys, anger, sorrows and happiness on her face.

"Seventeen or eighteen?" Mo Yu's expression was filled with joy, "Where is his family living, and who else is there in the family? By the way, is the one sitting opposite him his brother? He looks different, not his biological child, right? Did he pick it up or buy it?"

Yan Xuehuai...

She glanced at the half-eat bun in her hand, and it turned out that the bun was going to be cold.

"I don't know who there are in his family, but I know he is a person around Duke Ding. He also came to Xinjing with Duke Ding this year. The person sitting opposite him is not his brother, but General Hao under Duke Ding."

Mo Yu's face was even more joyful: "Duke Ding's surname is Qi, and he is also Qi. He is a relative or a slave of Ding's family? Do you know this?"

Are Fusheng and Duke Ding relatives?

Yan Xuehuai could only shake her head, how could she know this?

"Sister, but they don't look like servants. Have you ever seen anyone who can go to a restaurant with the general, right?"

This is true.

Moreover, Fu Sheng's dress doesn't look like a servant, but he looks like a young master from a family.

At this time, Lu Ying'er shouted: "Young boss, Mrs. Ye's meals are all!"

Yan Xue let out a hint of her embarrassment and ran over quickly.

When she changed into a big food box, she asked to go to the persimmon Hu while she found that Mo Yu was not in the shop.

Yan Xuehuai looked around and accidentally found Fusheng's eyes glancing at the door. When she walked out, she saw Mo Yu standing at the door.

"Hey, Aunt Mo Yu, why are you standing here?"

Mo Yu looked a little panicked and at a loss: "I just peeked inside and was discovered by the young man named Fusheng..."

Yan Xuehuai laughed: "He came from the army and was by the Duke. Be wary. Don't treat him as an ordinary person."

Seeing that Mo Yu still didn't want to leave, Yan Xuehuai comforted: "He comes often, and you will have the chance to see him in the future. Why don't I go and send you a letter next time he comes?"

"No, no, no, no, no," Mo Yu took the food box from Yan Xuehuai's hand, "No need to be so troublesome, maybe I'm thinking too much."

Yan Xuehuai didn't say anything, and the two walked towards the Shizi Hutong together. When they left Huichang Street, Mo Yu finally couldn't help it and said to Yan Xuehuai: "As the saying goes, my nephew, Uncle Xiao, have you heard of this statement?"

Yan Xuehuai turned his head and asked, "Does Fusheng look like Mrs. Ping's brother?"

Mo Yu was stunned: "You guessed it? Oh, why are you so smart?"

Yan Xuehuai...

Do you have any misunderstandings about intelligence? You are so obvious. If I can't guess it, then I'm an idiot.

Mrs. Ping is Ouyang Zan's wife and Mrs. Ye's daughter-in-law.

"It looks really like it. It's not only like the uncle, but also like the old man. His eyebrows and eyes look like people from the Ping family, but he sat there, but he looked very much like the old man. When the old man was seventeen or eighteen years old, he was like this, that's it."

The old man Mo Yu mentioned was Ouyang Zan, the son of Mrs. Ye, and the Tanhualang back then.

"So do you suspect that Fusheng is Mrs. Ye's grandson?" Yan Xuehuai asked.

"Yes, yes, do you tell the old lady now, or let Dawu and Erwu investigate and tell the old lady again? I'm worried that the old lady will be happy again."

"Oh, we can't find the same identity as Duke Ding, no matter how we checked it, we couldn't even think about it. If this is really a young master, then Duke Ding is the great benefactor. Sister Huai, look how good the child is and tall, right?"

Yan Xuehuai thought it was so amazing. Fusheng had always been sitting. Aunt Mo Yu, how did you see that he was tall?

"I am so pretty, I've read a book at first glance. By the way, Sister Huai, he has read a book, right?"

Yan Xuehuai didn’t know that she is not a god, Aunt Mo Yu, you have been watching me for so long, do you know that I am a French student?

"Maybe, he can understand the menu."
Chapter completed!