Twilight.

Noodle.

Xiaobai saw that Mo Mo was not in a high mood, rolled his eyes, and played with chopsticks in front of her.

The two chopsticks rotated at the fingertips, as smooth as Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick, and then fell down and knocked on the table bowls, actually playing a simple and rhythmic percussion.

Han Momo enjoyed watching it very much, forgot his troubles for a while, and smiled and applauded.

Xiaobai saw that her eyebrows were stretched, and she continued to bury her head in eating noodles.

Han Momo's eyes cooled, and he looked at him with pity—what a talented person, but it was a pity to suffer with himself.

We must find a way to break through the current predicament, the registration for the competition will end soon, where can I get him a game account?

A pair of big fat hands shook in front of her eyes.

She looked up and saw that the proprietress was looking at her with a sneak.

"What?"

"This young man is just following you and doing nothing, so you might as well let it go to me. His hands are so dexterous, he is a good hand at rolling dough. ”

Xiaobai put down his chopsticks in displeasure.

"Replace your rolling table with a piano!" Han Momo said angrily, thinking that she looked down on people.

"Hey," the proprietress was not convinced, "don't underestimate my ramen restaurant, relying on it, I built a three-story building in my hometown." ”

Han Momo had an idea, and started the idea of the boss's wife: "Boss, as long as you are willing to do me a small favor, if I don't succeed in keeping, I will become a benevolent, and we will both come to work for you, one rolls noodles and the other serves dishes." ”

"Why don't you become an adult, what do you toss?"

"Help me open a game tournament account, I lost the game, and we are yours." Han Momo looked at her with no hope in his eyes.

She is clear about the status of her debts, as long as she mentions her ID card and bank card, she keeps it and jumps up and scolds.

"Done!" The proprietress looked like she had earned it.

Han Momo didn't say a word, took out his mobile phone, opened the game login page, and put the screen in front of her: "See, the game competition registration channel." ”

The proprietress glanced at it: "What's so fun about tossing people's necks, I don't understand why you young people are so boring, I don't like to kill me." ”

"That's it." Han Momo was not hopeful.

"Dream and make a fortune, then let you lose your heart first, bring it!" The hostess held out her hand.

In this way, she divided five by two, and she registered the account.

Han Momo looked at her incredulously: "You're not afraid that I will cheat you out of money?" ”

"What are you afraid of, I don't have any money on this card. 15 years ago, your grandfather came to me to eat noodles, and he always didn't want me to look for change, and he was very generous. Although you owe a lot of debt, you haven't paid me a lot of credit, and your family is not the kind of person who bullies others. ”

Han Momo felt a little when he heard this, and touched his pocket, he originally wanted to discuss with her whether he could give a month's worth of face money on credit, but now he was really embarrassed to mention this matter, so he was very reluctant to take out the last fifty yuan and let the proprietress make change.

The change was placed on the table, Han Momo stacked it neatly one by one, and counted it carefully after it was stacked, this poor Xiaobai looked sad and said: "In the future, I will eat two meals enough, and I don't need to eat at night." ”

"Then what's the matter, this game, can't be without you, we play cooperation, physical strength is very important, you can rest assured, although you are full and sleep well." She said, cheekily sending WeChat to borrow a thousand yuan from Mingfang.

When I got home, after playing the game, Mingfang didn't reply.

She was so sad that she didn't even want to deal with her last friend.

But late at night, Ming Fang transferred 1,000 miles to her, but with a sentence:

"It's for you."

Coldness hit Han Momo's heart. Mingfang didn't have hope for herself at all, and she didn't expect that she could afford it at all, so she would rather send it, right?

But this also means that I am no longer embarrassed to borrow money from her.

Therefore, I can only break the kettle now, either win back the 100,000, or stop and wash the dishes for the proprietress.