With more people signing up, the money they received was much higher than that of a normal banquet. In fact, they not only did not lose money, but made money instead.
Little Zimo tilted his head back and said softly, "Mom, let's sign up too."
Bei Yutang was about to take out the silver when Xiao Moer said with his chubby little hands, "I have some here."
"Then go ahead."
Xiao Moer obeyed the order and ran to the registration office with his short legs. However, he was small and there were so many people at the registration office that he was directly buried. Xiao Moer was not in a hurry and lined up behind them.
Just when it was Xiao Mo'er's turn, a servant dressed in silk and satin came up to Xiao Mo'er and put the silver on the table.
Xiao Moer tugged at the other person's sleeve, tilted his head back, and said seriously, "It's my turn now. You should line up behind me."
The servant looked down and saw only a half-grown baby. "What are you doing here, little brat, causing trouble? Go home to your mother."
Xiao Moer frowned slightly, and said solemnly with a stern face, "I'm here to register, you should stand behind me."
When the servant heard he was here to register, he burst into laughter. "You? You're the only one here to register? Do you know how to read? Don't think you can pass the test just by knowing the Thousand Character Classic."
The sarcasm could not be concealed in the servant's tone.
Xiao Moer glanced at him coldly and ignored him. Instead, he walked up to the middle-aged man who was registering and handed him his money. "Sir, I want to register."
The middle-aged man saw him, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Seeing that little Mo'er was delicate and adorable, his tone of voice unconsciously softened. "Where are your parents? Have they agreed?"
Without waiting for Xiao Mo'er to reply, the servant boy, feeling ignored, said angrily, "What can a little brat like him do here? Don't listen to his nonsense. Hurry up and register my young master's name. Our young master is waiting for me to come back."
The middle-aged man also thought that the child must have come here to play by himself, so he said softly, "Go back to your family."
He handed the silver back to Xiao Moer.
Xiao Moer didn't take the silver. Her beautiful black eyes stared at him and she asked word by word, "Sir, does the restaurant have any rules about under what age you can't sign up?"
The middle-aged man was stunned. "That's not the case."
"If you don't have it, why did you return my money?" Little Moer tilted his head and looked at him with blinking eyes.
The middle-aged man was stumped by the question. "In that case, I will write your name down. What is your name?"
"Mu Zimo, the tree that stands out in the forest, the unicorn and the phoenix chick, the brush is full and the ink is rich; the son of a general, the two characters Zimo, the brush is full and the ink is rich." Little Moer still remembers every word his mother said when she named him.
The middle-aged man exclaimed, "What a good name."
The servant boy felt that he was completely ignored, and this neglect made him feel that he was not valued.
"Hmph, it's just a name. No matter how good the name is, it won't win you this competition."
The middle-aged man and Xiao Moer glanced at him and ignored him.
Seeing that they ignored him, the servant boy was furious. His voice suddenly rose and became a little sharp, "You better hurry up."
Xiao Moer took the number tag from the middle-aged man, bowed slightly to him, and prepared to leave.
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