Chapter 728 Can you give me a bowl of Mengpo soup?
[69 Book Bar - www.] "Why are you hesitating?" The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, but her expression remained unchanged, she still looked so gentle and gentle.
Hu Xiaoxian paused again and again, and finally spoke again, "Sister, please take me to see Po Meng. I want to ask her for a bowl of Po Meng soup."
"What do you want Meng Po soup for?" the woman continued to ask patiently.
"I want to forget everything in the past, and I want to start over!" Hu Xiaoxian said firmly.
"Forgot everything?" The woman couldn't help but hum, "Little sister, do you know what Meng Po soup is? But you have to drink that stuff!"
"I know, I know everything, and just because I know, I want to drink even more." Hu Xiaoxian nodded fiercely. Now she has no regrets, and she feels that perhaps forgetting is a kind of relief for her.
"Have you really decided to do this? Don't you regret it?" the woman asked again.
"Well, I have decided to do this. Sister, I think you must know Po Meng. Please take me to see her quickly." Hu Xiaoxian suddenly grabbed the woman's hand and looked at her with pleading eyes.
"Please, I will thank you very much."
"I am Po Meng." Po Meng smiled strangely, but her expression was at ease.
"What? You, you said you are Po Meng?" Fox Xiaoxian couldn't help but let go of Po Meng's hand and took half a step back. She looked up and down carefully at the person who called herself Po Meng.
Is she Po Meng? Shouldn't Po Meng be an old woman with white hair? How could she look so young, more like a sister than a mother-in-law?
Hu Xiaoxian frowned slightly, "Don't lie to me, sister, you are so young, how could you be Po Meng?"
"What? It doesn't look like it?" Po Meng lightly combed her hair on her temples, "Little sister, do you think Po Meng must look like she's in her seventies?"
"No, no, no...that's not what I meant," Hu Xiaoxian waved her hands and shook her head quickly, "I just..."
"I don't blame you either. People in the world are like this. They only look at things on the surface and don't analyze them from the inside." Po Meng sighed slightly.
"Meng..." Hu Xiaoxian bit her lip lightly, walked to Po Meng, raised her head slightly and looked at her, "Can I still call you sister?"
"Okay," Mrs. Meng couldn't help but smile, turned away, and looked into the distance, "No one has called me that for a long time. It almost made me think that I was still the silly girl from thousands of years ago."
"Sister Meng, you..." Listening to Po Meng's words, it seems that she is also a person who has experienced things. Perhaps she also has some extraordinary and unusual stories that are not worthy of sharing with outsiders.
"Don't mention the past," Meng Po turned around leisurely and stared into Hu Xiaoxian's eyes, "Little sister, can you tell me, why do you insist on drinking Meng Po soup?"
"I..." Hu Xiaoxian hesitated, bit her lip lightly, and then said: "I want to forget."
"Is it because of love?" Po Meng had seen through everything about Hu Xiaoxian early on, including her identity and brief experience in this life.
Hu Xiaoxian didn't answer. If it wasn't because she fell in love with someone she shouldn't like, if it wasn't because she was afraid of what would happen in the future, if it wasn't because shemales couldn't fall in love, she wouldn't be so cruel as to insist on drinking that drink.
Meng Po Tang Lai forgot the past.
"If you don't answer, then that's it." Po Meng frowned slightly, "If it's for love, then I tell you, it's not worth it."
"Whether it's worth it or not, I have already decided," Hu Xiaoxian suddenly held Po Meng's hand tightly and stared into her eyes, "Sister Meng, please give me a bowl of Po Meng soup, okay?