Compared with the impoverished Sven stall owner, the cousin on the back of the jujube red horse looks full of energy and proud of the spring breeze.

The cousin who grew up with his childhood sweetheart is the object he has longed for since he was a child.,Originally, there was also the order of his parents.,The words of the matchmaker.。

If you really want to talk about coming first and coming later, that person is the third party between him and his cousin.

In the three years since his cousin got married, in order to pass on the lineage, he complied with his parents' wishes and married two concubines, but the position of the main wife was always vacant.

He knew in his heart that the dazzling eyes would eventually be a time and a place, and as things changed, his cousin would eventually understand that only he was a good match.

Now that my cousin is back, it means that he made the right bet.

When he passed by the wonton stall, he didn't look there from beginning to end, this long wait was not a war and no winner for him, but it was just a fifty board each.

He didn't want to show off his power at the moment, he just looked forward to taking his cousin back soon, covering his head with red candles and handing over glasses with amber.

Waiting for the procession to pass by, the sound of blowing, playing and singing gradually disappeared, and the Sven stall owner still stood there, motionless.

This made those who waited here early in the morning, each with their own thoughts, ready to watch the big show, more or less disappointed.

Some people think that talent is a nest, but some people think that it is human nature.

One day husband and wife 100 days, 100 days husband and wife like the depth of the sea.

After three years of getting along day and night, more than a thousand days and nights, he was hot-headed and put down cruel words for a while, but he was just venting his grievances, he really did it, not to mention that the Qiao family was in a big situation, whether Xiucai could succeed, just talking about himself, how could he be ruthless?

The ox-eared short knife was pressed against his throat, and the hand of the owner of the Nasven stall trembled slightly, but he did not stab further after all.

A bowl of wontons had bottomed out, Jiang Ning raised his hand high, and smiled inappropriately at the Sven stall owner facing the stove: "Shopkeeper, your wontons are too delicious, please give us another bowl!"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he really put down the short knife in his hand and buried his head on the stove and got busy.

It was only at this time that the middle-aged butcher who had set up a tent across the street to sell meat slowly let go of the big hand that was pressing his girl's shoulder, and a smile of relief appeared on his rough face.

As soon as the thin girl in the big red jacket got out of the confinement of her father, regardless of it, she immediately ran to the wonton stall opposite, and saw that the owner of the Sven stall was fine, and patted the little chest with buds to be put in some shock, and did not speak, so she walked straight to the stove and became the helper of the owner of the Sven stall.

The second bowl of wontons was ready in a few moments, steaming hot, and was served on the corner of the table in front of them by the thin girl in the red jacket.

The girl glanced at Jiang Ning secretly, as if she wanted to say something, probably because she felt that the young man in the fancy clothes in front of her was too handsome, and she was a little embarrassed, so she turned to smile at the bright girl on the other side, her big eyes turned around, and she lowered her voice and asked timidly: "This young lady, since you can't eat enough for a bowl of wontons, you two are just right."

Why don't you just ask for two bowls?"

This situation was asked, and after changing the magpie, it was probably full of red clouds again, and he was so ashamed that he couldn't say half a sentence.

Han shisha is different.

She smiled, as if glancing at Jiang Ning, and then her eyes fell on the Sven stall owner who had just walked over from the stove and brought a bowl of wontons, and said with a playful smile: "Wontons, it's more fragrant to eat like this!"

"Aliu, come over and eat wontons. Sven put the third bowl of wontons of the day to a nearby table, and he sat across from the bowl.

After Qiao Er left, this girl would come to the wonton stall from time to time to help, and he gave her any money, so when she came, he beckoned Ah Liu and Uncle Liu, who sold meat opposite, to eat a bowl of wontons, which was counted as a thank you.

Today, Aliu came over, and he brought her a bowl of wontons, which was as usual.

And the owner of the stall himself, who was still a little depressed, just sat there silently, once again immersed in his own world.

"Okay!", the butcher's girl was very excited, and immediately walked over when she heard the words, and did not sit opposite Xiucai as usual and eat wontons obediently.

The girl in the big red jacket picked up the wonton, turned a corner, sat down next to the stall owner, and put the bowl of wontons in the corner of the table between the two.

"Xiucai Xiucai, let's eat together," as she spoke, the girl still nodded towards Jiang Ning's table, and grinned: "Look, that fairy sister has said that it is delicious for two people to eat a bowl!"

"That's right, that's right!" Jiang Ning raised his voice and echoed the gag: "It's really delicious!"

As he spoke, he snatched a wonton from under the chopsticks of the bright girl and stuffed it into his mouth triumphantly.

The wonton stall owner didn't eat it after all, but a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face.

"Xiucai, Xiucai!" A sturdy young man walked into the stall with his own dregs in his arms, and said loudly: "I'm starving, hurry up and greet a bowl of wontons, and I will eat it with my daughter-in-law!"

"Xiucai, a bowl of wontons!"

"Xiucai, bring us a bowl too!"

"Xiucai, can you fucking hurry up?"

With the sound of 'Xiucai', the originally deserted wonton stall was already full of people after a while.

Sven's stall owner looked at the crowd of people in his stall, some of them were the faces of neighbors, and some of them were the same as Jiang Ning and Han Shuibian, and they didn't know each other at all.

After being busy, I looked at the girl who was working hard at the butcher's house next to me, and my heart suddenly warmed.

After another bowl of wontons, Jiang Ning and Han Shisha walked side by side on the narrow streets in the south of the city, listening to the stall owner of Nasven, the city was not enclosed in the spring in the garden, but a small night spring a few streets away in the south.

According to Na Xiucai, the reason why the Little Night Spring is called the Little Night Spring is because at night, the spring water glows at night. During the day, it looks the same as the ordinary spring water, and at night, the clear stream is sown, and the pearls are discharged, like the sky

The stars are falling in the sky, like a dream.

Did the Nasven stall owner get fame in the end, and did Ah Liu of the butcher's family get together with the wonton seller as he wished, Jiang Ning and Han Shisha didn't see them again, so naturally they didn't know what was going on.

The two of them walked slowly down the street, not knowing who had the intention and who didn't have the intention, all in all, the back of one person's hand touched the back of the other's hand.

Then, not long after, I accidentally touched it again, and the other person 'accidentally' touched it back.

The two of them just walked back and forth on the street, bumping into each other.

Then Jiang Ning accidentally held the little hand of the bright girl in his hand.

The birds love the old forest, and the pond fish thinks about the old place.

Once again, she was held by the young man next to her, no matter what happened in the future, she would never let it go.

Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it is time to return.

"It's good to go around and around, spare such a big circle, and finally come back to you!" the bright girl rested her head on Jiang Ning's shoulder and whispered.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

Jiang Ning quietly held the Han shisha in his arms, and there was starlight flowing in the small night spring.

(End of chapter)