The steamed buns look good, through the skillful hands of the peasant women, many patterns have been made, some look like a small hand, some look like a flower, but it is quite a bit of a work of art.

On the way back, Mo Yu and Red Sleeves sat in the carriage, which was moving slowly and running over thick dust.

Red Sleeves wrapped the steamed buns in silk cloth, took out a small flower-shaped one, and asked, "Miss, are you hungry, do you want to taste one?" ”

Mo Yu waved his hand: "If you are hungry, you can eat." ”

Redsleeves blushed, wondering if she had heard the hungry cry she had just heard.

She was so embarrassed that she lifted the curtain of the car, leaned into the two guards in front of the car, and asked, "Do you want to eat?" ”

The rumors spread too violently outside, and the guards around her began to think that her young lady was not an ordinary person.

The guard turned his head and glanced at the ink language in the car, and saw that she had closed her eyes, as if she had settled down, so he responded, and the two of them each asked for a steamed bun to satisfy their hunger.

Red Sleeves ate one by himself, biting half of it, frowning slightly, puffing out his cheeks, as if it was difficult to swallow.

Mo Yu opened one eye slightly and asked, "Unpalatable?" ”

Red Sleeves lowered his chin and bowed suddenly, forcibly swallowing the food in his mouth, "No, no, the slave maid just ate a few bites, and I felt very swollen." ”

Mo Yu was silent for a while, but it felt like a long time, as if he was looking back at the patterns on a long gallery.

"Red sleeves, do you still remember Lu Qian's soup kitchen?"

Red Sleeves nodded like pounded garlic: "Of course I remember!" Miss, do you think slaves are stupid? ”

"No, no, you think too much." Mo Yu was serious, and I just hoped that Red Sleeves would stop pulling away from the topic, "At that time, you only ate porridge for one night and felt very full, right?" ”

"yes, it's amazing." Redsleeves blinked watery eyes, "So, what's so strange about this?" ”

"Lu Qian stipulated that one person could only receive one bowl at that time, and he didn't give it if he had more, which seemed to be a rule, but everyone complied with it very well, and there was no private scramble or anything, don't you think it's strange?"

Mo Yu didn't want to get any useful information from Red Sleeves, so most of his words were in the mode of talking to himself.

Red Sleeves looked dazed and tilted his head: "Hmm...... So what's the problem? Shouldn't someone as prestigious as Young Master Lu do whatever he says? ”

Mo Yu glanced at it silently, and complained in his heart: servile physique.

"Nothing." She stopped talking, not wanting to discuss it with Redsleeves.

Maybe the two of them will be attracted to each other, right?

Because they all look so stupid.

The reaction of the guards and the red sleeves was similar, even if it was a man, he just ate a steamed bun and shouted that he was full, this feeling of fullness, it is estimated that he will not have to eat breakfast tomorrow.

After returning to Mojiabao, Mo Yu took the remaining steamed buns and went to find Wei Ziqi.

During this period, everyone else eats the same food.

Due to the scarcity of food and the habit of people here not eating at noon, they did not eat at night during the Weizi period.

Although Wei Ziqi didn't know much about big characters, he was very self-motivated, and since he knew that there were two disciples in Mojiabao, Fan Li and Bai Dan, he secretly asked Fan Li to teach him some rare words.

As soon as Mo Yu entered the door, he saw the two of them sitting on the ground, with a large sand table in front of them, as if they were doing tactical research.