The school’s lunch break was quite long, so Li Muhua pulled Ye Chuan all the way to the noodle restaurant in a small alley several streets behind the school.

The noodle restaurant is a bit dilapidated, but it is crowded and very lively.

"Uncle Liu, two bowls of noodles!" Li Muhua called out as soon as he entered the door.

"Ah! Huahua hasn't been here for a long time, sit down! Just meet for a while!" A middle-aged man with a simple appearance replied happily.

"Okay!" Li Muhua smiled and pulled Ye Chuan to the seat next to a shabby black and white TV. He ignored the dirty chair and sat down openly, then watched the old movies in the black and white TV with some concentration.

Ye Chuan has known Li Muhua for so long, and this is the first time he has seen her showing such a happy smile from the bottom of his heart.

"You often come here?" Ye Chuan asked.

"Well, yes. I have been eating the noodles here since I was a child, and I have been eating them until now." Li Muhua said.

"Does it taste good?" Ye Chuan asked, and his heart began to look forward to it.

Li Muhua held his chin with one hand: "I don't know if it tastes good or not. I'm used to it. I've been eating it for ten years?"

"So long?"

"Yes, when I was a child, my father would ride that bicycle every time he got off work, just the same bike as yours, and pulled me here to eat a bowl of noodles. At that time, the guests here were all fixed people." Li Muhua said with a smile, with some memories in his eyes. "I still remember it for so many years. The two migrant workers liked to sit at the door, watching the crosstalk sketches on the TV while laughing. The bragging big man liked to sit in the middle and bragging about what he did today. The fat man who liked to talk about national affairs always sat by the window. Every time the news broadcast came out, he would talk to everyone. The sister who didn't like to talk liked to sit in the corner, and occasionally laughed at everyone. My father and I liked to sit here because my father had bad eyes. Only here can he watch the TV clearly."

Ye Chuan was silent. He understood what such a shabby noodle restaurant meant to Li Muhua, and finally understood why she showed such a smile from the bottom of her heart.

"Huahua! The noodles are ready!" The honest boss interrupted Ye Chuan's thoughts with two bowls of hot noodles.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu!" Li Muhua said obediently.

"What are you polite!" Uncle Liu smiled embarrassedly, turned to a teammate Ye Chuan nodded: "Hello, you are Huahua's boyfriend!"

"Ahem!" Ye Chuan almost choked by his saliva. The boss's imagination was too rich. He was more than ten years apart from Li Muhua, the little girl.

Li Muhua's face turned slightly red and said, "Uncle Liu, he is my teacher!"

"Ah? Oh! Look at my look!" Uncle Liu patted his forehead and smiled awkwardly. "Huahua, you eat first, what do you want to call me? I'll go and greet the guests first!" Uncle Liu said as he walked towards the new guest.

"This boss seems to be very familiar with you?" Ye Chuan asked, picking up a mouthful of noodles, which tasted average.

"Well, Uncle Liu grew up watching me!" said Li Muhua.

"Oh!" Ye Chuan agreed and stopped talking.

"Later, after my father passed away, Uncle Liu also helped me a lot." Li Muhua continued.

Ye Chuan knew that Li Muhua's father had passed away, and he had seen it as early as possible. He now wants to take time to do a home visit.

After lunch, Li Muhua and Uncle Liu greeted him and took Ye Chuan away.

On the street, the autumn wind rolled up yellow leaves. The two walked side by side. It was particularly warm. Li Muhua enjoyed the feeling now, just like when he was with his father.

"Oh! Isn't this Huahua?" A disharmonious voice broke the warmth.

When the two looked back, they were five or six gangsters who looked like gangsters. They had curly hair for one. At this moment, they squinted their eyes and looked at Li Muhua and Ye Chuan with some malicious intentions.

"Who are you?" Ye Chuan asked unhappily.

"You don't know who I am, Huahua, I heard you have become more capable recently?" Curly said.

"What's your business?" Li Muhua said that he was not willing to be outdone, but he had already hid behind Lao Ye.

"Haha, that's all my business. Your boyfriend has ruined Aqiang. It's not my business?" Curly said.

Ye Chuan heard a rough idea from the conversation between the two, and hid Li Muhua behind him and said, "Oh, I understand, I moved that person named "What is the strong man, what do you want to say?"

Li Muhua hid behind Lao Ye, his eyes a little wet. It would be great if this person was really his father.

Curly hair thought to herself as she walked through the iron shoes and found it without any effort. I am looking for you!

"I have nothing to say, I'll give you two ways. Either you will lose money or our brothers will ruin you!" Curly hair said with a ferocious look.

Ye Chuan looked around and said, "There are people coming and going on this street. If you start a move, you may be troublesome. Let's find a quiet place and we will settle the score slowly."

"Haha! You kid are really not afraid of death. OK, you have the will to come with me. If you don't come, you are grandson!" Curly hair smiled proudly.

"Teacher!" Li Muhua pulled the corner of Ye Chuan's clothes and shook his head.

"Don't worry!" Ye Chuan patted her shoulder.

Following the curly men all the way to a somewhat remote and shabby billiards hall. There was not a single customer in the room, only a few sparse gangsters playing cards.

"Brothers, stop playing. If you have something to do, come here quickly!" Curly hair roared and waved. Immediately, several gangsters put down their cards and surrounded Ye Chuan and Li Muhua. They looked at the two with a bad face.

If it were in the past, Li Muhua would definitely feel that curly hair was so handsome at this moment. However, after he saw Ye Chuan's methods that night, he began to feel that the underworld he had always admired was just like this. After entering, Li Muhua was no longer so scared. This sense of security came from Ye Chuan beside him.

"Tell me! How to deal with it?" Ye Chuan held a cigarette in his mouth, put his hands in his pocket, tilting his head to look at the curly hair.

"Hmph! Either pay me 100,000 yuan soon! Or you will stay today! You can choose it yourself!" Curly said while playing with the machete in her hand.

He had calculated that he had 10 people here, and he only had one person. Even if he was so powerful, he would do anything. He killed the master, not to mention that he was also carrying a woman. In fact, he was not familiar with Aqiang. He just wanted to blackmail under the guise of asking for medical expenses for Aqiang. By the way, he asked Li Muhua to "pay" some debts.
Chapter completed!