Nie Zhao's heart was pricked by Jiang Yue's cautious smile. He hurriedly opened his eyes and his breathing was unsteady for a moment. He tried his best to suppress the unrealistic thought of being a savior. He, Nie Zhao, used to be Hou The spoiled youngest son of the family is now the gangster leader in the city. No matter before or now, he can't be the savior. He can't save anyone.
After sorting out all his emotions, he said as usual: "Let's go."
Jiang Yue followed Nie Zhao all morning. Now that she had taken a shower, she was even more exhausted, but she still tried her best to follow him and try not to cause any trouble.
After a while, the hot midday wind dried her wet hair and caused her to break out into a thin sweat.
She often held the flower crown on her head as a treasure, fearing that it would get damaged and fall off.
She liked it so much, it was the first gift she received.
Jiang Yue felt that although Nie Zhao was frivolous, cruel, and arbitrary, he was not as bad as he thought, and his life was not as bad as expected. He would not beat or scold her, nor would he deny her food for several days. , will take her to buy new clothes and make garlands for her...
Although she still couldn't help but dodge the gazes of passers-by on the street, Jiang Yue only needed to touch the wreath above her head to feel that she could hold on a little longer.
"Stop touching it, it's not dropped. Let's go quickly." Nie Zhao stood behind Jiang Yue, keeping an eye on her to prevent her from bending over again. However, Jiang Yue frequently touched the wreath along the way. Every time she touched it, Nie Zhao was moved. I feel even more irritated.
It was just a gadget he threw to her casually. Was it worthy of being treated like a treasure? Really ignorant.
"Oh." Jiang Yue stopped talking.
It was approaching noon, which was the busiest time in Zhucheng. There was a lot of people and hustle and bustle. Nie Zhao and Jiang Yue sat down at a noodle shop.
This noodle shop has been open in Zhucheng for nearly 30 years and enjoys a good reputation. The tables, chairs and benches are all old and shiny, as if they have been painted with a layer of tung oil.
The stall owner's son helped them clean the stools and invited them to sit down.
Jiang Yue put the things on the corner of the table and looked cautiously at Nie Zhao who spoke first: "A bowl of fresh fish noodles. Cut the noodles into thin strips. Do not add meat and oil when cooking. Add a plate of drained burdock. Don't make it too salty."
When Nie Zhao finished speaking and looked at herself, Jiang Yuecai said to the stall owner cautiously: "One bowl, one bowl of plain noodles."
"Okay, as long as you don't starve to death." Nie Zhao nodded, wiped the three-quarter acres of the table in front of him with the back of the handkerchief he carried with him, then unbuttoned the tight cuffs, folded them up three times, and then put the handkerchief on Place the child on the table with its front side to prevent contact between skin and tabletop.
Jiang Yue had never eaten in a public place other than her home, and she felt very uncomfortable. The hand on her lap felt something was wrong no matter how she placed it. She moved on her leg for a while, lifted it up, put it down, and then lifted it up again.
Nie Zhao quickly grabbed both of her wrists before her sleeves fell on the table.
"New clothes, new clothes, still white, Jiang Yue, how dare you put them on this table? It's impossible to wash off the oil stains, and the clothes will be dirty with yellow and white patches." He took a deep breath and wrinkled. With his eyebrows furrowed and disgust evident, he took out another handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the table with the back of it, and then spread it flat on the front.
"Why don't you understand this? What have you learned before? Take a handkerchief with you when you go out from now on, do you hear me?" Nie Zhao said in a broken voice, and Jiang Yue nodded slowly.
"Third, third brother, you love cleanliness so much. Why don't you weed the yard?" Jiang Yue was puzzled. Not only was the weed not weeded, but there was also a thick layer of dust in the kitchen.
She asked, causing Nie Zhao's face to stiffen, and he ground his molar teeth. He glared at her again and said angrily, "Can it be the same?"
Jiang Yue didn't dare to ask anymore.
At this time, she didn't know that there was something called the eldest young master's temper, which was pretentious and troublesome, especially outside.
In the eyes of the eldest young man, oil is dirty, smelly, and unbearable; weeds are fragrant, fresh, and naturally raised, but just a little messy; dust is naturally accumulated, and if you turn a blind eye, you can treat it as non-existent. .
The stall owner's son brought two bowls of noodles and a plate of side dishes. The portion was generous.
Jiang Yue looked at Nie Zhao and imitated him, turning up the sleeves of her short coat three times. However, the cuffs were too wide and the material was too slippery. When she turned them up, they would fall down again.
She tried again and again without success. She was starving, but she didn't dare to let her sleeves come into contact with the table.
Nie Zhao took two bites and looked over. He was so stupid that she took off two ropes from which the clothes were packed and called her: "Hand over here."
Jiang Yue obediently stretched out her hand.
He frowned, folded her sleeves back up, and tied them with a rope. Sure enough, they wouldn't slip down again.
Then he patted Jiang Yue's wrist and said, "Let's eat."
"Thank you, Third Brother." Jiang Yue touched the tightly tied cuffs and gave him a flattering smile, "Third Brother is so smart, I, I can't."
Her words were too sincere to be hypocritical, and even Nie Zhao couldn't help but smile at her adoring eyes. But after just a moment, he came back to his senses, his eyes fell on her sleeves, and when he realized what he had just done, he couldn't help but feel cold. Lower face: "Stop flattering me. No matter how many nice words you say, you will still be annoying. Take care of yourself from now on and don't bother me all the time."
He'd better take less care of Jiang Yue. Giving him food to eat is already a great kindness. What was he doing just now? Helping her tie her cuffs, cleaning the table, wasting a quarter of her life for her, doesn't she have long hands?
If he had to help her do these things every day from now on, wouldn't he become a mother-in-law?
Nie Zhao thought that he was seventeen years old, he was in a romantic stage, and it was too early to become a father. He had to do such annoying chores for Jiang Yue. His whole body was already cold, so he ate a few mouthfuls of noodles to calm down.
Jiang Yue was afraid that slow eating would slow down his progress, so she quickly lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating. As soon as the white noodles entered her mouth, she was shocked. How could there be such delicious food in the world?
It was smooth and chewy, and even the green vegetables were crisp, tender and juicy. It was more delicious than anything she had ever eaten before!
She paused for a moment, hurriedly lowered her head, stuffed the noodles into her mouth in big mouthfuls, and devoured them as if she hadn't eaten in years.
The noodles in the stall were generous. A large bowl of noodles alone weighed a pound. Nie Zhao originally thought that Jiang Yue wouldn't be able to eat much of the bones, but he didn't expect that she even drank all the soup. After drinking, she looked at him eagerly. Nie Zhao The sight of the photo made her back shiver.
He wiped his mouth, raised his eyebrows and asked her tentatively: "Want another bowl?"
Jiang Yue rubbed her hands shyly: "This, this is not good."
Nie Zhao immediately waved silently: "Another bowl of plain noodles."
After a while, Jiang Yue finished the second bowl of noodles like a whirlwind. Nie Zhao rested his elbows on the table with his cheeks in his hands, and lightly touched the table with his fingertips: "Another bowl?"
Jiang Yue licked the corner of her mouth: "Is that okay?" She shouldn't have eaten so much, and she made her third brother wait for her for so long. How could any woman eat so much in one go? To be told.
But...but this side is so delicious.
The most difficult thing for people to resist is the desire for food and drink. This desire is stronger than any other desire. The desire for power is urgent, passionate, straightforward and unbearable.
By the time she finished her third bowl of noodles, Nie Zhao had gone from shock to confusion to silence.
Is this her true appetite? A person who can eat a whole yard of weeds and drink two bowls of moldy batter has a small appetite.
Ha, he said that being able to take care of Jiang Yue's affairs was already a great kindness to her.
