The Qiao family is a distance from the North China School. It took more than half an hour before the car arrived at its destination.

Fu Lanshen parked the car and found that the little girl in the passenger seat fell asleep at some point. The sun shone in from outside the car window, and a layer of warm light was applied to her body, making her already fair skin even whiter and nearly transparent at this moment.

She tilted her head slightly, and her slender eyelashes cast a layer of silhouette on the bridge of her nose, which was as clear as a picture. Because of her sleeping posture, the collar of the white shirt was slightly open, revealing a snow-white swan neck. Further down, there was the exquisite collarbone with a beautiful curve, and further down, there was the looming...

Fu Lanshen's eyes burned, and he hurriedly looked away, pressed his fist against his lips, and coughed lightly.

Do not look at what is wrong! Do not look at what is wrong!

Fu Lanshen silently recited the Taoist "Clean Mantra" several times in his heart before suppressing the heat in his heart.

"Ding Dong." A message prompt sound came from the air.

With such a gentle sound, she woke Mu Qingli up who was sleeping. She opened her eyes and was stunned for a moment. Then she turned her eyes to look at Fu Lanshen, "Have you arrived?" Because of the reason she just woke up, the clear voice was a little lazy, like a cat who satisfies her.

"Yes." Fu Lanshen's face was tightly tense, "It's here."

He has always been accustomed to being arrogant, and he can't tell anything unusual when he is sitting upright at this moment.

"Oh." Mu Qingli nodded, took out the school uniform from her backpack and quickly put it on her body. She turned her head and thanked Fu Lanshen, "Uncle Qi, thank you for sending me to school and treating you to dinner another day."

Fu Lanshen raised his eyes gently, and there was no expression in his deep phoenix eyes. "It is better to have a day than to choose a day, just today."

"Ah?" Mu Qingli was stunned. She was just saying something polite, but she didn't expect Fu Lanshen to take it seriously!

"What?" Fu Lanshen opened his thin lips and asked back: "Are you just saying polite words?"

"Of course not." Mu Qingli quickly reacted, "I just think the environment here is simple, and some vendors don't even have a sanitation license. I'm afraid that you won't get used to it, Uncle Qi."

Fu Lanshen has always been in high positions, and everyone enters and leaves five-star hotels. There was a newspaper that once reported that Fu Jialian washed vegetables and water were airlifted from Viti Island in the South Pacific.

Can such a person eat a street stall that has no three?

"It's okay, I'm used to eating." As he spoke, Fu Lanshen had already opened the car door and leaned over and got out of the car.

Mu Qingli got off the car with him.

During the afternoon school period, the school gates were crowded with vendors selling snacks of various colors, egg fried rice, plate noodles, fried rice cakes, spicy hot and spicy porridge, wolf teeth potatoes, spicy and sour noodles, rice noodles, barbecue, etc., and all kinds of snacks were available.

Students wearing school uniforms were walking between the stalls, in groups of three or two, smiling on their faces, and youthful. When they saw that the little girl around them was also wearing a loose school uniform, he seemed to be really not young anymore.

Fu Lan quietly withdrew her gaze.

Mu Qingli walked in front and asked Fu Lanshen's opinion, "Uncle Qi, what do you want to eat?"

"Whatever." Fu Lanshen walked among the crowd, exuding a sense of nobility that cannot be ignored in every move, and he felt like an ancient emperor's private visit.

"Then let's eat the plate noodles?" Mu Qingli looked back.

"Okay." Fu Lanshen nodded slightly.

The two of them came to the stall selling boards and sat down.

The two of them are handsome men and beautiful women, with extraordinary temperaments and a phoenix among the people. At this moment, they were sitting here, and they were so proud that they had improved their attitudes to this inconspicuous small stall. I wonder how many students looked back at this side frequently.

"What are you eating?" The stall owner is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She is slightly fat, not very tall, and looks very friendly.

"I want a bowl of plate noodles, add kelp shredded and sheep's hooves, don't have scallions, add more spicy." Yu Luo, Mu Qingli looked at Fu Lanshen, "Uncle Qi, what do you want to eat?"

Fu Lan pondered for a moment, "Just like you."

"Then do you have any ban on food?" Mu Qingli continued.

Fu Lanshen continued: "Don't have onions."

It is rare to meet two uncles and nephews with the same taste. The female stall owner smiled and said, "Wait for a moment, your face will be fine soon."

Before eating, Mu Qingli took out a tissue and wiped the half-old table very carefully, then rinsed the disposable chopsticks and spoons with hot water. After confirming that they were cleaned, she handed the chopsticks to Fu Lanshen, "Uncle Qi, give it."

Just then, the plate was also served on the table, with two large bowls full of portions, with a very large portion. There was a layer of attractive red oil floating on the noodle soup, and coriander and minced garlic floated on the red oil. Just like this, it looked so full of taste.

Mu Qingli skillfully used chopsticks to stir the noodles evenly, so that the coriander and minced garlic could be fully integrated into the soup, and drizzled with a spoonful of balsamic vinegar. It was so sour and sour, sour and refreshing. The taste was so good that it made people want to swallow it even with their tongue.

Seeing that the girl opposite was eating so delicious, and then looking at the bowl of noodles full of red oil in front of her, Fu Lanshen suddenly felt a little embarrassed to start.

"Uncle Qi, why don't you eat?" Mu Qingli raised her eyes and looked at Fu Lanshen.

"It's too hot, I'm waiting."

Mu Qingli sucked in the noodles and said, "You should eat it quickly, the noodles will not be delicious if they are clumped."

The noodles were very hot, and the fog curled around the swaying of the picturesque facial features. The crimson lips were almost dripping with redness under the ravage of the peppers, but they were not embarrassed, but were extremely confusing, and they were just a little bit of apart.

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Little fairies, Deyin PK today, the PK TV is a very scary place! I still remember when the PK last year, Deyin was so nervous that she didn’t sleep well for three days.

The success or failure of PK depends on whether Wenwen can be put on the shelves in the future and whether she can go further.

The PK lasted for three days, and during this period, I begged the little fairies not to keep their writing!

Then comments, rewards, and evaluation tickets are all calculated in the PK data.

If conditions permit, Deyin begs the little fairy to give a free five-star rating ticket or a small flower~

At this critical moment of life and death, Wenwen's fate is in the hands of the little fairy~

Let's work hard together!

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