Facing Mo Zili's sudden aggrieved and crying expression, Lin Xue's whole body was filled with a sense of powerlessness.
She really didn't want to pay attention to this naughty kid with superb acting skills and evil intentions in front of her.
However, the naughty kid Mo Zili became more and more sad the more he cried, and he even used his talent to sing while crying.
"Little cabbage! The ground is yellow! I'm following my aunt, there's no sugar! My pretty aunt is so cruel! My stomach is growling, I'm so hungry!"
Mo Zili's deep voice, rich expressions, movements, and tears matched that of a professional opera singer, especially the lyrics, which were changed to rhyme.
Qu Lingqiang, who had been driving with a straight face, couldn't help but be amused.
"This guy has a good voice!"
Lin Xue held her forehead and sighed: "Don't you see it? He is Mo Zili, the Internet celebrity singer who has a very high hit rate recently."
At this time, there happened to be a red light ahead. After hearing her words, Qu Lingqiang immediately turned around: "The dazzling fox? That troubled boy who is famous all over the Internet?"
Mo Zili became famous overnight with the song "Trouble at Seven Years Old" that he sang while walking, so some people on the Internet also called him a troubled boy.
"Yes, it's him!"
Qu Lingqiang took another deep look at Mo Zili, who was holding Lin Xue's arm and wiping his nose vigorously. He really couldn't compare him to the child star on the Internet who had great beauty and a pair of peach blossom eyes that fascinated thousands of women.
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In their company, everyone from the 50-year-old cleaning aunt to the 20-year-old intern girl has recently become obsessed with the little child star Xianxing Fox.
"Uh--, he seems to be different from what is said on the Internet!"
Mo Zili, who was performing a crying scene professionally and diligently, was stunned for a moment: "Why is it different?"
He forgot to cry for the moment.
"It is rumored on the Internet that this little child star is very versatile. He can compose music and write lyrics at the age of three. He passed the eighth level of piano at the age of five. He won the first prize in the local guitar competition at the age of six. He is the great-grandson of the Murong family who lives outside the country. Although
I was born abroad, but I yearned for Chinese culture and read almost all domestic masterpieces at the age of six."
"By the way, the calligraphy is also top-notch. Many fans from abroad gathered in front of their house, just to beg for his calligraphy!"
There were only three of them in the car, and Qu Lingqiang's words reached Mo Zili's ears clearly.
He sighed and held his forehead: "You mean, don't I look very talented?"
The way his mother and uncle packaged him online is a little too outrageous!
They were so desperate just to get into Murong's house!
At this time, the red light in front of them had turned into green.
After Qu Lingqiang started the car, he said: "Talented people will not cry and make trouble. This will only make you appear immature!"
Mo Zili looked out the car window disapprovingly: "I'm just a kid, why should I pretend to be mature? Being innocent and following one's heart is our symbol, okay?"
After finishing speaking, he suddenly pointed to a small shop selling candied haws on the street and said willfully: "Stop the car, I want to eat candied haws!"
Qu Lingqiang sighed helplessly, then leaned against the roadside and slowly stopped the car.
Mo Zili pointed at him and blinked his peach blossom eyes: "Handsome brother, can you go buy it for me? My aunt and I have just returned to Yucheng, and the money we have is still in foreign currency, and we haven't had time to change it!"
Qu Lingqiang was speechless, so he had to open the car door, go out, and come back with two bunches of candied haws.
Mo Zili took the candied haws in the car and gave a bunch directly to Lin Xue: "Pretty aunt, I treat you to some candied haws!"
Qu Lingqiang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a dark look on his face. This guy was pretty good at borrowing flowers and offering them to Buddha.
However, Lin Xue refused: "No, you can eat it yourself. I don't like food that is too sweet."
But Mo Zili forced the candied haws into her hand: "Do you want to keep in shape? Auntie, you are already thin enough. You don't need to force yourself to diet just to keep in shape."
"If I can't finish two skewers, I'll get fat!"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and took a bite of the candied haws, with an exaggerated expression: "This is the taste, the sweet and sour taste that I have been dreaming about for a long time!"
Lin Xue shook her head speechlessly again and looked out the car window.
"Lin Xue, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Western food, Sichuan food, noodles, or delicious snacks!" Qu Lingqiang suddenly asked while driving.
"I - it's okay!" Lin Xue hesitated and replied.
But Mo Zili held the candied haws in her mouth and shouted inarticulately: "I want to eat delicious snacks. Hot pot, shaved noodles, and sweet and sour fish."
Although he has never been to Yucheng, he has watched many food programs in Yucheng on TV and the Internet.
Those hot pots, spicy crayfish, oily steamed buns, sauced elbows, sweet and sour fish, beggar's chicken, and salt-baked chicken legs really made his mouth water.
"This -" Qu Lingqiang looked embarrassed, what on earth did this kid want to eat?
Lin Xue saw his embarrassment and said directly: "Let's go eat some noodles. I've always wanted to eat the clear soup noodles from the noodle shop on Fengling Road when I was abroad!"
"Okay. It just so happens that it's not far from your home!"
As he spoke, Qu Lingqiang turned at the intersection and drove towards Fengling Road.
"What? Clear soup noodles? Auntie, are you mistaken? Now that I am growing, you let me eat clear soup noodles. This is clearly child abuse." Mo Zili resisted dissatisfiedly while eating candied haws.
He doesn't want to eat clear soup noodles. He doesn't like clear soup noodles at all. He wants to eat chicken legs, sauced pork ribs, and sweet and sour fish.
Lin Xue looked at him and said seriously: "I'm just a poor teacher with no money. If you don't want to be abused, you can go home right now. Your mother is so rich, she can feed you as much as you want."
Mo Zili's little eyes rolled, and he quickly compromised: "The clear soup noodles are also good. As an Internet celebrity, I really need to keep in shape."
This kid's mind changes really quickly!
Qu Lingqiang, who was driving in front, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Soon, they arrived at the noodle shop on Fengling Road.
He and Lin Xue used to come here often.
The decoration of the noodle shop was still the same. It was already past dinner time and there were not too many people. They sat down by the window on the first floor.
The waiter came over and asked politely: "What do you three want to eat?"
Mo Zili didn't wait for Qu Lingqiang and the others to speak, and spoke first: "Bring me your menu."
"Okay." The waiter quickly turned around and took a menu from the counter and handed it to him.
In addition to our specialty noodles, there are also some stir-fried vegetables.
Seeing the name of the stir-fried dish, Mo Zili's peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up.
"I want to eat this fish-flavored shredded pork, vinegar-stuffed potato shreds, sweet and sour meatballs, and, and, crispy pork!" He wanted to order more, but Lin Xue took away the menu.
"Mo Zili, if you order more, you won't be able to finish it."
Then, she looked at the waiter with some embarrassment: "Three bowls of clear soup noodles, thank you!"
"What about the dish you just ordered?" the waiter asked uncertainly.