Seeing that Misha was still sulking, An Rong dragged her into the car and said gently, "If you are angry, you are angry. If you don't even eat, then you are in trouble with yourself. Or..." He was proud.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled at her, "Am I as important to you as your health?"
Misha laughed exaggeratedly, "How is that possible?!"
"Then come with me for dinner." An Rong told Yu Yi to drive.
Yu Yi started the car directly without asking. When Young Master Rong stayed here, he only ate at that restaurant, and he was already familiar with the road.
Driving the car, Yu Yi observed the two people behind him from the car mirror from time to time. Misha had a dark and pretty face, and she sat in her seat and refused to speak. She was calm and calm, and there was always a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
laugh.
Feeling good.
Finally, the car stopped, and Misha's eyes lit up when she saw that it was the old woman's wonton noodle shop.
In just a few days, the previous roadside stall has turned into an authentic noodle shop.
An Rong opened the door and got out of the car, walked over and said hello to her mother-in-law, "Mother-in-law."
"Oh, it's Xiao Rong!" The old woman saw that An Rong was extremely kind, and she took his hand affectionately and walked inside, "Xiao Rong, thank you very much for what happened last time."
"No need." An Rong turned around, glanced at Misha who was still sitting in the car, and said with a smile on her face, "Mother-in-law, I invited a friend over today."
"Friend?" His mother-in-law followed his gaze and saw Misha, her face lit up, "It's that girl!"
She knew Misha. Someone came to cause trouble that day. Misha and An Rong fought off those people. When she came to her senses, Misha had already left, which made her want to find this girl and say "Thank you."
"It's all very difficult.
The mother-in-law walked over in a few steps, smiled lovingly at her through the car window, and waved.
Misha was angry with An Rong again, but she also respected the old man in front of her. She smiled awkwardly, opened the door and came down, "Mother-in-law."
"Girl." My mother-in-law said gratefully, "Thank you so much for that day..."
Misha quickly waved her hand, "Mother-in-law, don't say that. I didn't do anything, it was all..." She raised her head and looked at An Rong, who was standing behind her mother-in-law with a half-smile, and curled her lips. Although she didn't want to admit it, she still
He said awkwardly, "It's all thanks to that guy."
The mother-in-law smiled, held her arm and walked in, "Mother-in-law knows how to look at people, and you two are good children. I just didn't expect that you two know each other, so that's great. Today, mother-in-law treats you to noodles!"
Misha couldn't bear to brush off her mother-in-law's kindness, so she had no choice but to go in with her. Next to her, An Rong smiled and followed the two of them in.
Although the noodle shop is small, it is very clean. There is a piece of calligraphy hanging on the wall, with vigorous brushwork and rigorous and vigorous fonts. An Rong stood in front of it, looked at it carefully, nodded and said, "Good calligraphy!"
Misha glanced at him and didn't expect that he, a Cambodian, could actually know calligraphy!
The mother-in-law smiled and said, "That was written by my old man. He was not shy and hung it on the wall." She turned back and looked at Misha, "Girl..."
Misha hurriedly said, "Just call me Misha."
"Haha, Xiaorong, Misha, you two sit here for a while, and I'll cook noodles for you."
The mother-in-law turned around and entered the kitchen. Misha chose the seat farthest away from An Rong and sat down. She turned to look out the window, making it clear that she wanted to distance herself from him. An Rong didn't mind and took the initiative to sit opposite her. Misha
With a cold face, he said, "Mr. An, there are so many seats here, why do you have to sit here with me?"
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Looking at you, I feel more appetizing."
The corners of Misha's mouth twitched twice, and her beautiful eyes stared at him.
Is he teasing her? Is he teasing? Is he teasing?!
An Rong chuckled and said calmly, "You have cooked so many delicious things in the past few days. Seeing you is like seeing delicious food, which of course makes you more appetizing."
The understatement seemed to be explaining her misunderstanding of herself and relaxing the atmosphere.
Misha snorted softly and turned her face away, not wanting to pay attention to him anymore.
There was not much time, and my mother-in-law came out with two bowls of noodles, "Here, let's eat noodles."
Smelling the aroma of wonton noodles, Misha was really a little hungry. She took it and smiled sweetly, "Thank you, mother-in-law~"
"Haha, eat quickly. If you don't have enough, tell your mother-in-law."
"oh!"
The mother-in-law lowered her head again and looked at An Rong lovingly, "Xiao Rong, you too, you need to eat more. I haven't seen you for a few days, and your complexion has become much worse."
"I understand, mother-in-law."
The mother-in-law was sitting opposite the two of them, smiling as she watched them eating noodles in small bites. The more she watched, the more she liked it, and she couldn't help but say, "Misha, how do you know Xiaorong?"
Misha glanced at An Rong, "So... we don't know each other until we fight."
An Rong smiled and said nothing.
"Oh~ So that's it!" My mother-in-law thought it was something that happened in the store that day, and kept nodding, "Seeing that none of you were injured, my mother-in-law was relieved." Then she asked, "Then you two...
"
Hearing the implication of her mother-in-law, Misha quickly swallowed the wontons in her mouth, waved her hands and said, "We are not the same person! We just happened to meet and we came to eat together!"
The mother-in-law said "Oh", and it was easy to tell that she was a little disappointed.
An Rong ate the noodles, raised her eyes, and glanced at Misha.
Misha stared back at him, as if to warn him that if he dared to talk nonsense, she would never forgive him!
An Rong smiled again and said nothing, letting her explain to her mother-in-law. Anyway, it doesn't depend on her what kind of relationship they have now.
After eating the noodles happily, Misha's anger also subsided a lot.
In any case, she is no longer a teenage girl, and there is no need to go to war just for a kiss. Of course, that does not mean that he will have another chance!
An Rong wanted to pay, but her mother-in-law said nothing and said, "Xiao Rong, you have already helped me a lot by helping me own this store! How can my mother-in-law still accept your money? From now on, as long as you like it,
Come over and eat whatever you want, then my mother-in-law will be happy!"
While the two were talking, Misha quietly took out her wallet, took out two sheets, and placed them on the counter...
An Rong turned his head and saw her actions, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
He collected the money and nodded to his mother-in-law, "Okay, mother-in-law, let's go."
"Okay, Xiaorong, you have to take good care of yourself."
"I know."
An Rong greeted Misha, who swung her ponytail and pretended not to see him, said goodbye to her mother-in-law, turned around and went out.
Her mother-in-law saw it, she was someone who had been there before, and she could see through some things at a glance without having to point them out. She smiled and whispered in An Rong's ear, "This girl is pretty good."