The person who took away Xiao Qiluo's handkerchief and gave her such a valuable thing turned out to be the legendary cold-faced Yama Zhu Minglie?!
Isn't he said to be ruthless and extremely cold?
Liusu could hardly believe it. Although he had never met the Fourth Prince, he had heard of his name many times. How could he help a little girl?
"Fourth brother?" Zhu Yetong was stunned for a moment. Fourth brother would never meddle in other people's affairs, but now he would help Xiao Qiluo in the market? This... is very strange.
"Thirteenth Master, Fourth Master, is he... okay? Does the Emperor still treat him... as before?" Duohai's eyes contained timid love and a touch of sadness. Fourth brother never did.
He would look at her one more time, and he might even have forgotten her appearance, but she never stopped caring about him.
"Duo Hai, if you have the chance, you should ask Fourth Brother yourself about these words." Zhuye Hitomi said.
"Yes, Duohai is sending me your wishes to the Thirteenth Master."
Before leaving, Liusu glanced at Duohai, and Duohai happened to look over. They looked at each other and smiled. The woman's smile was so beautiful and gentle, Liusu secretly admired it; the woman's smile was so natural, frank and free, Duohai.
Hai is secretly envious.
*
After coming out of the general's mansion, Zhuye Hitomi retreated all the soldiers, and walked in the market with Liusu's mother and daughter.
Liusu opened her mouth several times, but she was still embarrassed to say what she wanted to say.
"Tell me..." When Liusu opened his mouth again, Zhuye Hitomi turned his handsome face to the side and said.
"..." He had been looking at her, but she was still thinking about fighting, "Thirteenth Master, thank you very much for today. No one has ever protected me and my Qiluo like this, thank you." Liusu.
My heart is filled with gratitude.
"Gratitude means taking practical actions." Hitomi Zhuye said handsomely, walking with his hands behind his back.
"Then... Qiluo and I will treat you to a noodle stall for a bowl of noodles." Liusu opened his purse, touched the three copper plates inside, and said.
"Noodle stall?" Zhuye Hitomi frowned and asked after hearing this. He had never eaten in that kind of place.
"Well, although the noodles on the noodle stall are not as good as those made by the chefs of the royal family, the food on the stall has the taste of a small stall. Why don't Thirteenth Master think of experiencing folk life?" Liusu said.
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"Three bowls of noodles, boss!" Liusu shouted at a street noodle stall, proudly placing three copper plates on the table.
"Come on, Miss Qin." The noodle stall owner quickly brought 30,000 steaming noodles and greeted him familiarly.
When Liusu saw the big bowl of noodles, he immediately picked up his chopsticks and ate happily. It was so delicious, hahahaha.
As she ate, she realized that she could only hear the sound of eating noodles alone. She raised her head and almost spit out the noodles. The people sitting opposite her, one large and one small, ate so elegantly——
Gently pick up the noodles with chopsticks, then open your mouth slightly, put the noodles in your mouth, chew carefully, then elegantly pick up the bowl with both hands, and take a sip of noodle soup.
Every movement of the two people was in perfect harmony.
It seemed that they were from the same country, while Liusu came from another country, so she slowed down her eating of noodles in embarrassment.
"Xiao Qiluo, do you like eating noodles?" Zhuye Hitomi looked down at Xiao Qiluo and asked.
"When my mother and I were rich, we would come to Uncle Cai's noodle stall and eat a big bowl of noodles. The noodles are so delicious." Xiao Qiluo held a pair of long chopsticks in her ten-dimpled hands.
"When you have money, can you only eat noodles?" Upon hearing this, Zhu Yetong's heart tightened.
"Yes!" Xiao Qiluo nodded heavily, "The noodles are delicious and I am happy to eat them. However, my mother and I have made an agreement to eat them only once a month, because this way I will miss the taste of the noodles," said my mother.
, if you eat it every day, you won’t miss it and your noodles will be sad.”
"Has Xiao Qiluo ever been hungry?" Zhu Yetong felt sour in his heart after hearing these words.
"..." Xiao Qiluo lowered his head.
Liusu also looked at his daughter with shame. She was really the most failed time traveler in history.
[It ranks first on the new book list, please don’t forget to recommend, collect, and leave messages with Xiaohu to keep this number one!]