Hua Qingcheng smiled awkwardly and said, "No, nothing! Maybe I just had a stomachache after eating the food Situ Ye made this morning."

When Mu Lige thought of his second brother's cooking skills, he no longer had any doubts and just thought that his wife really had an upset stomach.

In the Hua family's old house, Situ Ye, who was inexplicably blamed and preparing to make lunch, suddenly sneezed twice.

In a corner not far from the toilet, Si Chengfeng, who was squatting, saw Hua Qingcheng walking out of the toilet. He felt that apart from the same figure, there was no similarity between her and the Hua Qingcheng in his impression.

The name matched, and the location, Huaqiao Village, also matched, so he decided to find an opportunity to test and see if it was the same person.

Si Chengfeng followed the two of them, watching them wander around the vegetable stalls, then around the chicken, duck, and goose stalls, then look at the meat stalls, and even the places selling game and mountain products, but they didn't buy anything.

Then they went to the stall selling pots, pans, and utensils. Si Chengfeng saw that after they finished buying, the woman put all the things into the backpack behind her.

Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige strolled around for a while until noon came. They sat down at a wonton stall and ordered two bowls of wonton noodles.

"Master, you've been with us for half an hour now, you must be tired. How about sitting down and having a bowl of wonton noodles together?"

Hua Qingcheng looked at a white figure at the bun stall next to the wonton stall and said.

Upon hearing this, Si Chengfeng turned around, slowly closed the folding fan in his left hand, then strode to the seat opposite Hua Qingcheng and sat down.

"Since the young lady has invited you so graciously, I will respectfully obey your invitation."

Si Chengfeng gently placed the folding fan on the table, smiling as if basking in the spring breeze, but the smile did not reach his eyes.