Although there was confusion on her face, the woman still smiled and said: "What, my little brother and little sister want a bowl of chaos?"
When the woman's eyes touched the dark spirit's face, she was obviously glazed over. She secretly thought about such a delicate girl, and her tone couldn't help but become much softer.
After patting the snowflakes off his shoulders, Ye Shaohan pushed the wheelchair in and said with a gentle smile on his face: "Yeah! Here are two bowls of chaos!"
When he said these words, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel a warm feeling, such familiar words.
"Okay!" Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes narrowed into a straight line, and her hands skillfully pinched Chaos on the board.
With the woman's extremely skillful movements, a few moments later, two bowls of white-steamed chaos appeared in front of Ye Shaohan's eyes, followed by a burst of fragrance.
The woman skillfully placed the two bowls of chaos in front of Ye Shaohan and the two of them, and said with a smile: "Come on! Brother, how about you try my aunt's hand?"
The soup was crystal clear and translucent, with oil stains still attached to it, and those green green onions were floating on the top of the soup. The white and tender chaos inside looked extremely attractive. The dark spirit stared at the chaos closely, with longing in its eyes.
In response, Ye Shaohan smiled softly, pushed a bowl of chaos in front of Dark Spirit, and said softly: "Eat it! Don't burn your heart!"
"Yes! Eat it while it's hot! It's cold now, and eating a bowl of chaos can warm your stomach!" The woman took out the rag tied around her waist, turned around, wiped the table, and smiled at the dark spirit.
Hearing this, An Ling's eyes lit up, he held the spoon, and the fragrant soup drowned the spoon. He couldn't wait to fish it out, and bit down hard regardless of how hot it was.
When the soup enters the mouth, the soup leaves a fragrance in the throat. Due to the boiling heat, An Ling can't help but sigh and says with great satisfaction: "Teacher, this is really delicious!"
Hearing this, the woman who was wiping the table couldn't help but turn around, with a look of satisfaction on her face, and said with a smile: "As long as it's delicious, that's good!"
Seeing the greedy look on Dark Spirit's face, Ye Shaohan's appetite greatly increased. Holding the spoon, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face. It had been a long time since he had eaten like this. He shook his head and smiled casually, and also picked up two Chaos.
Taking it into his mouth, as he bit through the thin layer of skin, the extremely sweet and greasy oil spurted out. The whole mouth was filled with the oil. At the same time, the boiling hot soup entered his stomach and refreshed Ye Shaohan's spirit.
"I can still vaguely remember the feeling I had before!" Ye Shaohan couldn't help but pick up the bowl. He took a sip of the soup regardless of how hot it was and said with satisfaction: "It's delicious!"
Hearing this, the look of satisfaction on the woman's face became even stronger. Seeing that the two of them finished the matter so quickly, she couldn't help but smile and said: "Eat slowly, don't burn it! I still have some in the pot!"
Suddenly, a baby's cry suddenly sounded. The woman's face changed slightly, and she said to Ye Shaohan and Ye Shaohan with a look of embarrassment: "You guys eat slowly, I'll go ahead!"
"It's okay, go and do your work!" After drinking the hot soup, Ye Shaohan raised his head and smiled, and An Ling also said: "Auntie, go and do your work!"
Seeing this, the woman smiled apologetically, turned around and walked quickly towards the place where the baby was crying. The baby's cries became louder and louder, causing passers-by to cast curious looks.
There was a cradle in the stall next to the stove. A baby in the cradle was crying and his face was red from the cold. The woman walked over, picked up the baby, slapped the baby's butt, and shook it gently, with an expression on her face.
With a hint of warmth, he approached the baby with his mouth that was red from the cold, and said softly: "Why, baby, you're hungry again!"
Squatting down, regardless of Ye Shaohan's presence, the woman pulled off her coat and underwear, exposing her red nipple in the air. The baby also held the nipple in his mouth, and suddenly stopped crying. He looked at the woman with wide eyes, Han
The wind blew, and the woman couldn't help but shiver, her whole body curled up, and she involuntarily leaned toward the stove.
"Teacher, that aunt is working so hard, and so is that child, in such a cold weather!" Putting down the spoon, looking at the scene, a trace of unbearable color appeared on Dark Spirit's face.
"The world is like this. People are divided into rich and poor, which also makes some people happy and some unhappy!" Ye Shaohan also put down his spoon and said in a deep voice.
However, the scene of the woman holding the baby and feeding her baby was frozen in Ye Shaohan's eyes. What a warm scene!
There is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world, and that is the mother's call. A loving mother's arms are made of love. How can a child not be sweet sleeping in them?
At this moment, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but think of his mother in his previous life, that familiar face vaguely appeared in front of his eyes, and maternal love was always as deep as the sea.
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan's body trembled suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the void where the snowflakes were floating. His left hand reached out from his sleeve, and his fingers shook. The floating snowflakes fell towards his left hand and turned into a pool of water and appeared in the palm of Ye Shaohan's hand.
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Dark Spirit opened his eyes wide and stared intently at Ye Shaohan's palm, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
As his left hand continued to shake, more and more snowflakes were involved, and more and more water was in Ye Shaohan's palm. As Ye Shaohan danced with his left hand, it swayed, and finally turned into mist. The mist continued to roll and change.
Different shapes, sometimes like the roar of a dragon, sometimes like the slow flow of a river, if there is a feeling in his heart, Ye Shaohan's eyes show a hint of understanding.
"Mother's love is like water. It always feels so gentle. It turns out that this is the ultimate source of water. Haha, the coldness that represents killing and the glory that represents human nature are really contradictory sources!"
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but think of a sentence from his previous life. There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand readers. Different understandings will naturally lead to different feelings!
At this moment, Ye Shaohan looked more and more ordinary, with no trace of a warrior in his body, like a scholar who fell down when the wind blew.
Dark Ling opened his mouth wide and looked at Ye Shaohan in disbelief. Seeing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help scratching Dark Ling's nose with his right hand and said with a smile: "Why, is there a flower on the teacher's face?"
"No! I feel like the teacher was a little different before!" Dark Spirit Liu frowned slightly, obviously very dissatisfied with Ye Shaohan's action of scraping his nose.
"Oh! It's different there!" Taking another sip of the soup, seeing Dark Ling's frown, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but chuckle, which made Dark Ling angrily say, "Anyway, it just feels different!"
Regarding Dark Ling's vague answer, Ye Shaohan smiled, slapped Dark Ling on the forehead, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and eat your wontons, otherwise they won't taste good when they get cold!"
In response, An Ling could only glare at Ye Shaohan angrily. When he saw Ye Shaohan's eyes falling on the woman, he couldn't help but murmured: "Just like grandpa, he is disrespectful to his elders and is not ashamed to stare at auntie!"
Hearing this, the soup in Ye Shaohan's mouth almost spurted out, he swallowed it forcefully, glared at Dark Spirit fiercely, and said fiercely: "Eat your chaos, go back and practice the Phoenix Dance music a hundred times!"
While the two were talking, a rather arrogant voice suddenly sounded: "Mrs. Qin's bowl of wontons, please be more agile!"
A young man dressed in rich clothes walked in from outside the stall. There was a hint of arrogance in his eyebrows. He said in a rather unkind tone to the woman squatting by the stove: "Mrs. Xu, please be smarter!"
"Sir, street steward, can you please wait a moment? I don't have much time to spare here!" The woman, also Qin Fu, said to the young man with a troubled face, with a hint of pleading in her tone.
"On weekdays, I'm more casual, but today I'm not the only one who wants to eat. Don't you have time to feed your son, but don't have time to make a bowl of Chaos for the Young City Master?"
The face of the young man in rich clothes could not help but darken, and his tone sounded aggressive. In the past, he often came here to eat wontons, and they were free of charge. After all, Widow Qin's wontons were famous in Headwind City.
"When did the young city lord of Headwind City come up with this thing?"
Ye Shaohan muttered with his mouth full of grease. He remembered that the city lord was Xiang Wentian. Didn't he die? And Xiang Wentian didn't have any descendants. When did a young city lord come out? Despite this, Ye Shaohan still buried his head in eating the wontons without saying a word.
The dark spirit glared angrily at the young man in fine clothes!
Hearing this, Mrs. Qin's body trembled slightly. She could not even imagine that her dilapidated wonton stall could attract the young city lord of Niefeng City.
However, Mrs. Qin reacted immediately and quickly put the baby in her arms into the cradle. Regardless of the crying baby, she put some clothes on and said softly: "Okay! It'll be fine soon!"
If the young city lord of Niefeng City was treated lightly for this reason, how could an ordinary widow like Mrs. Qin survive in Niufeng City? Considering the seriousness of the situation, Mrs. Qin had to get up and pour wontons into the hot soup, and the baby's cry was heard.
It also became louder and louder, causing the young man in fine clothes to frown slightly and shouted coldly: "Be quiet!"
Being frightened by the young man in Chinese attire, the baby cried even louder, and at this moment a rather impatient voice came: "Why, does it take so much trouble to eat a bowl of wontons?"
A rather impatient voice came out, and then the curtain hanging in front of the stall was pulled up, and a middle-aged man wearing tight military robes walked in.
The middle-aged man has a Chinese character face, a long sword tied behind his back, and a strong aura exuding from his body. He is obviously a guard.
After the middle-aged man walked into the stall, he stood aside with great respect, pulled up the curtain, and immediately a gust of fragrant wind blew in his face.
This aroma is obviously the smell of women's rouge. Under the gaze of Widow Qin, a young man wearing a gorgeous military robe stepped in, with long ink hanging naturally on his waist. His face was slightly pale, and there was an inadvertent look in the corner of his eyes.
The arrogant look that emerged was disgusting, but Widow Qin's eyes glanced closely at the young man and then fell on the woman who followed the young man.
The woman is dressed in a red dress with a plain waist. She has dark-green eyes with curled eyelashes and willow brows. She is lightly painted with powder. Her small red lips and the white color of her skin are even more distinct, making her look extremely enchanting!
The young man's right hand moved back and forth around the woman's waist, and a flush appeared on the woman's face. Her face was like a peach blossom, and her eyes were like water as she looked at the young man. The two of them looked at the people around them as if they didn't exist.