Mo Yan first looked at the stall, and then took the pancake fruit in the little beggar's hand, the oil fragrance that came with the wind, and said coldly, "There are still four days." ”

"Don't worry," Gu Ling smiled, saw her take a bite, and said: "I will pay you back twice in four days, and I still have money left!" ”

"Little beggar, give me two more," Fu Qinghui was gluttonous, glanced at Mo Yan, and his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, "Take one and give it to the drunkard, the ghost has no snacks for the day." ”

Mo Yan lowered his stomach with a pancake fruit, raised his eyes and glanced at the motionless onlookers around him, those people raised their hands to wipe the beads of sweat, and then laughed and shouted at the stall.

"I want one."

"Don't squeeze! I'm going to have one too. ”

"I want two."

…………

Gu Ling gave the two pancakes to the girl in white who was drooling on the street.

I went to see the woman in red again, and the petal rain anytime and anywhere is really amazing!

I kept making pancakes one after another, and it wasn't until I saw the bottom of the bucket that I told everyone that they were sold out and that they would come back tomorrow.

The people who ate the pancake left with a smile and a grunt.

"This tastes so good~"

"This female devil is really unexpected!"

"That gluttonous ghost is here too~"

"The gluttonous ghost also said that the drunkard is also back!"

"It seems! Our good days are over, and as soon as the three female devils appear, the scene is simply miserable. ”

"Let's go, let's go~"

"What do you do about this old thing!"

As soon as you said a word, several people walked side by side, talking and laughing, saying which fireworks land had a new girl, and which son had redeemed who was the aunt.

Gu Ling and Xiao He pushed the car out of the street together, came to the mouth of the alley, and entered a spacious and dilapidated small courtyard, although the house is broken and broken, and there is still wind and rain, as long as you can live for a few days, after this day of suffering, there will be a good house to live in the future.

Xiaohe brought well water and cleaned these guys, and Gu Ling poured out the copper plates in the copper pot, scattered a table, and brought the red rope that had been prepared for a long time, and a hundred copper plates were strung together, so it was convenient to take them.

Xiaohe wiped the water stains, counted the strings with the young lady, and converted them into two taels of silver.

But in half a day's effort, she earned so many silver taels, but what I don't understand is that the young lady has never cooked, and she has never even touched the kitchen knife.

How can you turn that pan into your fingers, and the sauce you make is delicious and delicious, and even the fried shortbread, crispy and not greasy, how young does it take to practice such cooking skills?

The eyes looked at the young lady in front of him in surprise, her body shape and appearance have not changed, and the delicacy between the words has not changed, but the way she spoke and the timid appearance who didn't dare to hold a kitchen knife have changed.

"Little ......" just wanted to call Miss, but paused for a while, "Sister, you didn't even dare to touch a kitchen knife before?" How? ”

Gu Ling put away the money and looked back at Xiaohe's question, "Things change, only by changing can we survive in this troubled world." ”

"But ......"

"No, but," Gu Ling interrupted Xiaohe's words, "If you're not strong, no one can help you!" ”

Orchid Garden

Gu Ling (Gu Ling at this time is another person), dressed in red, sitting alone in the lake pavilion, with a guqin in front of him and a jar of wine beside him.

A song is singing, and the strings are broken at the end of the song!

"Heh~"

It was another shoddy piano, and he slapped his aching hands, pressed his fingertips, and just picked up the wine jar.

One red and one white, one cold, one cheerful.

"Drunkard," Whisk handed her an oiled paper bag, "Taste, is it suitable for snacks?" ”

Before the words fell, he took a bite of another pancake fruit, picked up the broken string, and sighed a few times, "A good piano can be broken by you." ”

"Where's the good end? This piano is shoddy, and it has to be replaced. Gu Ling, who was known as a drunkard, sneered at his eyes, laughing at the opportunistic and unintentional production of this violin-maker.

The alternative oil fragrance in his hand emanated, he tore open the oil paper, picked up the oil cake and ate it directly, and he didn't care about the oil in his hand.

Fu Qinghui sat down, looked at the orchids in this courtyard, saw Gu Ling's mouth full of hand oil, glanced at it, and said with a smile: "You Nizi, you are becoming more and more like a woman." ”

"I don't want to be the rich lady who says everything delicately, I have long been out of the family tree, an idle person, and I still care about those etiquette."

Gu Ling pulled the handkerchief on his waist and wiped the grease stains, and looked at the two of them, "This smells!" It's good, but it can't be used as a snack! ”

"It's hard to serve!"

Fu Qinghui lay down, used his hand as a pillow, and looked at the gradually darkening galaxy.

confided unhurriedly, "If none of us had a strange illness, wouldn't we be living in the boudoir and being strictly guarded by our parents all day long, so we would have staggered the opportunity to be good friends with you?" ”

"Not necessarily!"

Mo Yan's voice came from above her head, and Fu Qinghui looked up at her and smiled slightly, "Why?" ”

Gu Ling took a sip of wine and only smiled silently!