She suddenly thought of a problem. Ling Yiran would definitely not bring any money with her. She did not want to invite Ling Yiran to a restaurant for dinner, because all her money was used to buy expensive medicinal materials and there was not much left.
"Yiran, do you have any money?"
Only then did Ling Yiran remember that he had no habit of bringing money. He suspected that Yi Shuihan deliberately sent away his guards to mock him.
"Shui Han won't even be willing to spend the money to treat me to a meal, right?"
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The steamed bun vendor was a kind-hearted man. He worked hard to attract customers, wrapped the steamed buns in a paper bag with a smile, and took a few pennies from the customers.
"Boss, I want four steamed buns."
The vendor looked at the man in red in shock. The voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Yi Shuihan saw the hawker's suspicious look, so he shook the fan in his hand and said, "Boss, I bought steamed buns from you half a month ago."
The hawker remembered that he recognized the fan and it belonged to the noble man wearing the mask. He secretly thought that this noble man was really handsome and handsome.
"It turns out it's you, young master. I almost didn't recognize you." After saying that, he quickly handed the steamed bun bag to Yi Shuihan with a smile.
"Boss, you seem to be in a particularly good mood today."
The vendor said happily: "Haha, my wife is pregnant."
"Congratulations then." Yi Shuihan smiled and took out the money and handed it to the vendor.
"Sir, you gave me too much money." The vendor quickly returned the extra money to Yi Shuihan.
Yi Shuihan waved his hand and said with a smile: "That's a red envelope for your future daughter, the boss."
The hawker was not happy when he heard about his daughter. Who doesn't hope that their first child is a son? The hawker lowered his face and asked, "How do you know that it is a daughter and not a son?"
When Yi Shuihan saw that the hawker was unhappy, he knew what was going on. People in this era favor boys over girls. Alas, it is really feudal, but she will not accompany you to be feudal.
"I guess, because I like my daughter."
The hawker was surprised and said: "Young Master likes it? Haha, if my wife really gives birth to a daughter, she will marry you, Young Master."
Ah? I do! Yi Shuihan was so charred on the outside and tender on the inside that she can be your daughter’s mother! Is there anything wrong with this boss’s brain?
"No, no need, I already have a wife, I have to leave early." Yi Shuihan took the steamed buns and left quickly. I can't tolerate your daughter.
Ling Yiran saw Yi Shuihan chatting up the hawker and left him alone to face the charming look of the woman on the street. He cursed Yi Shuihan several times in his heart. Hearing the conversation between Yi Shuihan and the hawker, Ling Yiran felt even more excited.
Angry, that Yi Shuihan actually even considered her unborn daughter, what a dirty pervert!
Ling Yiran frowned, "Why are you buying steamed buns?" [
Yi Shuihan stuffed a packet into Ling Yiran's hands and said, "Of course it's for eating!"
Ling Yiran looked at the bag of steamed buns in his hand in surprise and anger, suppressed his anger and asked, "Is this the lunch you invited me to have?"
Yi Shuihan tore off a piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice and said, "I'm very poor now."
Of course Ling Yiran didn't believe it, she clearly didn't want to invite him to dinner! How could Yi Shuihan be so poor? He was even more noble than a noble son! But he couldn't find out the origin of Yi Shuihan, which was the most depressing thing for him.
Yi Shuihan saw Ling Yiran's expression was strange, so she said coolly: "If you don't want to eat it, give it back to me."