Carambola Creek eats slowly.

With every sip, she was savoring the taste, and at the same time, she was also paying attention to the movement in the back room.

"Uncle He, come to a bowl of wontons. "Somebody came in.

"Okay. The old man answered, poured a bowl of hot water for the man, and shouted at the back room, "A bowl of wontons." ”

This time, it was the old lady who did it.

The woman remained inside, but never looked up.

After eating the wontons and drinking the soup slowly, there was nothing wrong with the star fruit stream.

Maybe it's because of the meal, the people in the snack bar are gradually increasing, and most of the people ordered are wontons, but each bowl is not as large as the carambola stream.

The doubts are getting deeper and deeper, but the other party has not moved, and he has not come out.

"Boss, collect money. Carambola Xi glanced at other people's wontons, took two more coins and put them on the table, and was about to leave with his legs raised.

"Oh, little girl, you've given too much. After greeting a new guest, the old man turned his head and saw the money released by Carambola Creek, and hurriedly chased it out.

When the woman inside heard this, she went to the door in a little anxious and stared at the star fruit stream with the curtain.

"That's right. Carambola Creek smiled and glanced sideways at the woman.

The woman, like a frightened fawn, immediately hid behind the curtain.

Carambola Creek took a deep look at the door and turned around.

At this time, two more people came in at the door.

Carambola Creek stumbled at his feet, as if he had been hit by someone behind him, and threw himself forward.

"Be careful. The old lady had just come out with a bowl of wontons, and she happened to meet her head-on, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly retreated.

However, Carambola Creek had already pounced on the table beside the old lady, and her elbow had touched the bowl of wontons.

The hot wontons toppled over and splashed on Carambola's arm, and the bowl rolled on the table, falling straight to the ground and falling apart.

"Ahh

"It's fine. ”

Carambola Creek's clothes were thick, and she skillfully avoided them, so it just looked scary, but it didn't burn.

The curtain was opened, and the woman inside rushed out, holding a handkerchief and smearing the soup on Carambola's arm in a panic.

Anxious, pitying, flustered......

It seems that it is friend and foe.

Carambola's heart calmed a little, and she didn't stop the woman's movements, she just looked at her fixedly, and asked, "Excuse me, do you know me?"

The woman's body shuddered, her head bowed, and she froze in place.

"I think you're a little familiar. Carambola Xi thought for a while, and her tone became softer, "Have you been to Yanhui County before?"

The woman shoved the cloth in her hand into the old lady's hand, and turned to leave.

Carambola Creek quickly stretched out her hand, trying to hold the woman.

"Little girl. "The old lady was busy blocking the star fruit stream.

In this block, Carambola Creek's hand only grabbed the corner of the woman's big turban.

The headscarf was ripped off.

The woman's half-white hair and twisted and hideous face appeared in front of her, and there were faint staggered and twisted scars under the large scars that seemed to have been burned.

What the hell did it take to make a woman's face ruined like this?!

Star Fruit Creek's eyes widened in shock.

The woman took advantage of this opportunity to pull back her headscarf and cover her face and go into the back room.

"She ......" Carambola Creek subconsciously wanted to chase.

"Little girl, I'm sorry, I didn't scare you, did I?" the old lady hurriedly stopped Carambola Creek, wiped the soup stains for her with the handkerchief in her hand, and explained, "That's my daughter, who was accidentally burned by fire before, but she didn't mean to scare you." ”

"I wasn't scared. Carambola Xi hurriedly explained, "Grandma, can I have a few words with her?"

Why follow her?

Why is the ravioli given to her so different?

Why would the daughter of a snack bar owner in Wuyuan City make the taste of her hometown?

Why...... Will it sound familiar?

In Carambola's heart, a voice kept urging her: Be sure to ask clearly!

。 Sogou