The fragrant noodles were served: "Miss, please enjoy."
Xing'er smelled so good that she started eating it with her mouth watering.
At this moment, I heard someone shouting: "Stall owner, another bowl, add more meat, it's delicious!"
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment!"
The boss started cooking noodles again.
At this moment, the man who had just asked the question asked doubtfully, "Stall owner, you've only been running this stall for a few days, right?"
"Yes, sir, please come often in the future."
Xing'er couldn't help but look back, and the voice sounded familiar.
As a result, I actually saw an acquaintance.
Coincidentally, the man who was speaking also turned around and said in surprise: "Miss Xing'er, you are here too!"
As he said that, he quickly took out some silver and handed it to the boss: "This table is mine."
This person turned out to be Mo Rang.
Xing Er frowned and said, "No need for your invitation."
Mo Rang had already sat down, his face beaming with joy. "Miss Xing'er, I've passed the Mingxin Academy entrance exam. The Left Prime Minister said he'd like to assign me an official position!"
"Oh!" Xing'er frowned, looking a little unhappy, but didn't say anything.
But Mo Rang was still very happy, grinning, looking very sunny and full of energy.
"Miss Xing'er... why are you here so late?" Mo Rang suddenly felt confused.
Xing'er glanced at the house in the distance. She had just secretly seen Chen An sneak in.
Then his eyes lit up and his curiosity was piqued again: "What is that place over there?"
Mo Rang turned his head and looked over with a strange look on his face: "Why do you ask this, Miss Xing'er?"
"You don't know where it is?"
Mo Rang nodded and said strangely, "Miss Xing'er, that place is a brothel!"
Xing'er's eyes widened, her voice stammering, "Tell me, what is it, Qingqing Brothel?"
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