After a busy day, Mo Qian finally sent away this group of teammates. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Watching them staggering out with their stomachs touched, they couldn't help but turn around and say to Mo Qian when they walked to the door, I didn't eat enough today, and I will come back next time.

Mo Qian really couldn't help but want to go up and kick his feet, these guys are really pigs, they have been eating for so long, and now they look like they are about to die and still want to eat.

After sending these gentlemen away, Mo Qian was ready to go home to wash and sleep.

As for the two chefs of Bang Xia Pavilion, Mo Qian naturally won't let it go, it's one thing whether the cooking skills are good or not, but this doesn't matter to Mo Qian, the other party has already seen that he has made so many dishes, so he should be able to write down some of them.

As a chef, these qualities are still there, so Mo Qian doesn't want to spend so much time on cooking skills.

When I walked outside, I saw that it was still rainy, the street was very cold, and there were few pedestrians on the road.

Even if there are people, they are in a hurry, the ground is very wet, and people can splash water on the other side if they walk a little faster.

Not only that, but the oncoming wind also blew people's faces painfully, which really made people feel the feeling of cold ice rain slapping indiscriminately on their faces.

Mo Qian, who had just walked out of Bang Xia Pavilion, shuddered, then tightened his coat, held up his umbrella and rushed back in the direction of the small courtyard.

I have to say that although the weather is cold, but the scenery and artistic conception are good, the rain hits the tiles from the sky, and then slides down along the tiles from above, until they gather together under the eaves, and connect them into a rain line along the digging groove, and scatter into rain flowers on the ground.

The air was misty, exuding a mist of mist, Mo Qian stopped, exhaled softly, and his eyes were covered by the mist.

It is said that it is a pleasure to have a drink on a snowy night, but it is also good to be sober on a rainy day, especially after a busy day in the kitchen.

Mo Qian sobered up, although he was a cook, but where were so many people, naturally he couldn't let him work alone, so after the dishes were served, he also had to accompany him to drink and eat.

He didn't drink enough, not to mention that he had drunk a few more glasses just now, and now his head was naturally a little hot, but now he felt much more comfortable when he was blown by the wind.

So Mo Qian continued to walk forward, in fact, Bang Xia Pavilion was not far from the small courtyard where he lived, but it was only two or three streets away, so Mo Qian naturally walked back, and the eaves extending from the street sheltered the wind and rain, so that the umbrella in Mo Qian's hand did not come in handy.

Mo Qian didn't care, just walked forward slowly, looking at the misty scenery on the street. But Mo Qian suddenly stopped, because he seemed to see something.

On the street not far away, two figures were walking towards an alley with a cart, both of them women, but they were dressed completely differently in age.

One wore a coarse linen coat, with a scarf around the front, thin and lean, and at first glance he had worked a lot.

The other person is a young woman, although she is dressed plainly, but she can't hide her temperament, and she looks like a lady.

At this time, the woman was pushing the cart with both hands, a kind of stall that appeared in the market, with four wheels under it that could be moved at will, often selling some food.

There was a big umbrella on top of the car, but the rain hit the young woman in an instant. Mo Qian narrowed his eyes, this person seemed to be very familiar. So Mo Qian slowly stepped forward.

"Miss Feiyan, thank you so much, you came to help me clean up the stall on such a cold day today, it's really troublesome for you."

The older woman said as she pushed the cart.

"Aunt Han, don't say that, you are alone, I can help you if I can, it's nothing."

At close inspection, the woman looked even more beautiful, and her smile was full of beauty, especially when she gently wiped the raindrops on her forehead with her sleeve.

"It's really hard for you, it's raining so hard, there aren't a few people on the street, if it weren't for your help to sell the baked cakes, I really don't know what to do."

Aunt Han showed gratitude on her face, and then said, "Hurry up and stand in, the rain outside has hit you." ”

"Hmm......" Fei Yan replied softly, but suddenly frowned, "Hey, it doesn't seem to rain anymore, and I don't feel anything now." ”

Then I turned my head and saw a sunny smile, even in such a cold weather, it looked extremely warm.

"Brother Mo, it's you!" Fei Yan said in surprise, forgetting the movements in her hands, "Why are you here?" ”

Mo Qian brought the umbrella closer, blocked all the rain beside her, and said: "I happened to be eating with my friends today, and I happened to be eating with my friends today, and I happened to pass by here when I went home, how could you be here?" ”

"Bang Xia Pavilion?" Fei Yan was stunned, "That's not ......"

But then he paused again, thinking about it, there is actually no problem, a talent like Mo Qian will naturally go in and out of these places often, even if it is a scene to play, but I don't know why, I just feel that my heart is a little empty.

Mo Qian hurriedly explained: "Miss Feiyan, don't get me wrong, we did just make a meal in Bang Xia Pavilion today, although this is ridiculous, but the truth is indeed like this." ”

Although he didn't know this girl very well, Mo Qian was in his subconscious, every time he thought of her, he would involuntarily become gentle in his heart, maybe this was the will left over from the previous body owner.

"Hehe, Brother Mo, what are you explaining to me? You men naturally have what you have to do, but I believe what Brother Mo says! ”

The corners of Mo Qian's mouth twitched, he didn't have any thoughts when he arrived at Qinglou, even Mo Qian himself didn't believe it, but when he thought of a maid like a flower in his home.

And there are several women who are entangled with him, so Mo Qian's mind can only be buried deeply.

"And what are you doing here today? And this lady is ......"

Mo Qian looked at the woman on the side, and it was hard to imagine that an Oiran from a Qinglou would actually stand with an ordinary-looking woman, and it seemed that she was still helping each other push the cart.

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"That's Aunt Han who lives in Wanxiu Lane, no children and no daughters, lives alone, does some small business on this street, it is a little rainy and very deserted today, I see that my aunt's food may not be sold, so I rushed to help Zhang Luo.