Luo Mo finished typing, and after neatly sending the processed documents to the leader, he was stunned with a thermos cup soaked in wolfberries-

Last night's dream really scared him. Although he has always had the habit of dreaming, and they are all first-person costume dramas, but the bloody appearance of the weird man last night was really the first time he saw it, and because it was too real, Luo Mo was in a state of confusion from waking up to coming to the company to finish his work.

"Isn't it just a copper coin, as for rushing over and grabbing it, I have it too."

Luo Mo muttered, took out a red rope from the collar of his neck, and there was a bronze coin strung at the bottom of the red rope, this copper coin was worn by him since he was a child, and he didn't know where it came from. At first, he was also full of curiosity, but when he grew up and got used to the existence of this copper coin, he never bothered about its source anymore.

Luo Mo rubbed his head and decided not to think about these things anymore, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the colleagues around him began to pack up their things.

"Xiao Luo is in a daze, he won't leave after work."

"I'm wondering what I'm going to eat tonight, so let's go."

That's right, no matter what you have in your heart, you have to eat, it's so hot, let's eat jajangmyeon tonight.

With one foot on the accelerator, Luo Mo went to the supermarket closest to his home and began to pick up the dishes needed for fried noodles.

Tomatoes, bean sprouts, cucumbers, edamame, by the way, the soybean sauce at home is gone, and the noodles are too lazy to roll out and buy ready-made.

While picking out fresh ones and counting the things that need to be bought, the little girls passing by couldn't help but look back at Luo Mo twice, after all, a handsome man is muttering about buying vegetables, how cute is it.

The pick was rising, and his arm was suddenly patted, and Luo Mo looked back to see that an old man with glasses was looking at him happily.

"Young man, do you want to buy groceries?"

"Yes, uncle, is there anything wrong with you?"

The old man trembled and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Luo Mo, with the words "XX soy sauce" written on it.

"Young man, I want to buy this brand of soy sauce, but I haven't found it for a long time, can you help me find it?"

"Just ahead, uncle, I'll take you there."

Luo Mo pushed the cart, took the basket of the old man with glasses, and took a look, which happened to be tomatoes, bean sprouts, cucumbers and edamame, and even the bottle of soybean paste in the corner.

"Uncle, do you also make fried noodles tonight?"

The old man laughed.

"Yes, yes, my wife doesn't want to eat anything in the summer, so I want to eat the fried noodles I made, and the soy sauce at home is running out, so I want to add a bottle back by the way, but I didn't find it after turning around several times, fortunately, I met you, a young man, who helped me a lot."

"You're welcome, uncle."

During the conversation, he walked to the soy sauce shelf, Luo Mo picked a bottle and put it in the old man's shopping basket, and then turned his head to ask the old man.

"Uncle, do you want to buy anything? I'll help you find it. ”

"No, no, that's enough, thank you, boy."

The old man took the basket from Luo Mo's hand, waved his hand, and walked slowly to the checkout counter without looking back.

"This old man is so kind to his old lady."

Luo Mo stood and watched for a while, shook his head with a smile, and continued to pick out the dishes. A person can't treat himself badly, and he also has to eat eight major dishes of fried noodles!