Facing Mo Zili's sudden aggrieved and crying expression, Lin Xue felt powerless all over her body.
She really didn't want to pay attention to this brat with superb acting skills and a lot of eyes.
However, the bear boy Mo Zili cried more and more sadly, and even sang with his specialty while crying.
"Little cabbage! Yellow in the ground! Follow aunt, no sugar! Beautiful aunt, cruel-hearted! Stomach growling, so hungry!"
Mo Zili's voice is low, with rich expressions, movements, and tears are matched by a professional opera singer, especially the lyrics, which are changed to rhyme very well.
Qu Lingqiang, who had been driving with a straight face, couldn't help being amused.
"This kid has a good voice!"
Lin Xue raised her forehead and sighed: "Didn't you see that, he is Mo Zili, the colorful fox who has recently had a very high hit rate on the Internet."
At this time, there happened to be a red light in front of him. After hearing what she said, Qu Lingqiang immediately turned around: "The colorful fox? That troubled boy who is popular all over the Internet?"
Mo Zili became popular overnight with the song "Seven-year-old Troubles" that he sang while walking, so some people on the Internet also call him a troubled boy.
"Yes, that's him!"
Qu Lingqiang took another deep look at Mo Zili, who was holding Lin Xue's arm and wiping his nose vigorously. He really couldn't compare him with that little child star on the Internet who had a beautiful face and a pair of peach blossom eyes that fascinated thousands of women. connect together.
In their company, everyone from the 50-year-old cleaning aunt to the 20-year-old intern girl has recently become obsessed with the child star Dazzling Fox.
"Uh¡ª¡ª, he seems to be different from the rumors on the Internet!"
Mo Zili, who was performing the crying scene professionally and diligently, was stunned for a moment: "Why is it different?"
He temporarily forgot to cry.
"It is rumored on the Internet that this little child star is versatile. He can compose and write lyrics at the age of three. He won the eighth grade of piano at the age of five. He won the first prize in the local authoritative guitar competition at the age of six. He is the great-grandson of Murong's family living outside. Although Born abroad, but yearning for Han culture, he read almost all domestic masterpieces at the age of six."
"By the way, the brush calligraphy is also top-notch. There are many fans from abroad besieging their door, just to beg him for a word!"
There were only the three of them in the car, and Qu Lingqiang's words clearly reached Mo Zili's ears.
He sighed and held his forehead: "You mean, don't I look very talented?"
Mom and uncle packaged him on the Internet a bit too outrageous!
They have gone crazy in order to enter Murong's house!
At this moment, the red light in front of them had turned into a green light.
After starting the car, Qu Lingqiang said: "Talented people don't cry and make noise, it will only make you look immature!"
Mo Zili looked out of the car window disapprovingly: "I'm a child, why do I have to pretend to be mature. I'm innocent and free-spirited, it's our hallmark, okay?"
After finishing speaking, he suddenly pointed to a small shop selling candied haws next to the street, and said capriciously, "Stop, I want to eat candied haws!"
Qu Lingqiang sighed helplessly, then leaned against the side of the road and slowly stopped the car.
Mo Zili pointed at him and blinked his peach blossom eyes: "Handsome brother, can you go buy it for me. My aunt and I just returned to Yucheng, and the money on us is still in foreign currency, so we haven't had time to change it!"
Qu Lingqiang was speechless, so he opened the car door and went in, bought two bunches of candied haws and came back.
In the car, Mo Zili took the candied haws and gave Lin Xue a bunch: "Pretty aunt, I invite you to eat candied haws!"
Sitting in the driver's seat, Qu Lingqiang had black lines on his face. It's quite easy for this kid to borrow flowers and present Buddha.
However, Lin Xue refused: "No, you can eat by yourself. I don't like to eat too sweet food."
But Mo Zili forced the candied haws into her hands: "Are you trying to keep fit? Auntie, you are already thin enough, you don't have to force yourself to go on a diet to keep fit."
"I can't finish two skewers, I will get fat!"
While speaking, he lowered his head and took a bite of the candied haws, with an exaggerated expression: "This is the taste, the sweet and sour taste that I have been dreaming about for a long time!"
Lin Xue shook her head speechlessly again, and looked out the car window.
"Lin Xue, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Western food, Sichuan cuisine, pasta, or delicious snacks!" Qu Lingqiang who was driving suddenly asked.
"I¡ªI can do it!" Lin Xue replied after a moment of hesitation.
Mo Zili yelled inarticulately with candied haws in his mouth: "I want to eat delicious snacks. Hot pot, sliced ??noodles, and sweet and sour fish."
Although he has never been to Yucheng, he has watched many food programs in Yucheng on TV and the Internet.
Those hot pots, spicy crayfish, oily steamed buns, sauced pork knuckles, sweet and sour fish, beggar chicken, and salt-baked chicken legs really made his mouth water.
"This¡ª" Qu Lingqiang looked puzzled, what on earth does this kid want to eat!
Lin Xue saw his embarrassment, and said directly: "Let's go eat some noodles. I've always wanted to eat the clear soup noodles from the noodle restaurant on Fengling Road when I was abroad!"
"Okay. It just so happens that it's not far from your home!"
Speaking Qu Lingqiang turned at the intersection and drove towards Fengling Road.
"What? Noodles in clear soup? Aunt, did you make a mistake? I am growing up now, and you let me eat noodles in clear soup. This is clearly child abuse." Mo Zili, who was eating candied haws, protested dissatisfied.
He doesn't want to eat noodles in clear soup, he doesn't like noodles in clear soup at all. He wants to eat chicken drumsticks, pork knuckles in sauce, and sweet and sour fish.
Lin Xue looked at him seriously and said, "I'm just a poor teacher with no money. If you don't want to be abused, you can go home now. Your mommy is so rich that she can feed you as much as you want."
Mo Zili's small eyes rolled, and he quickly compromised: "The noodles in clear soup are also pretty good. As an Internet star, I really need to keep fit."
This kid's change of mind is really fast!
Qu Lingqiang, who was driving in front, couldn't help but twitched his mouth.
Soon, they came to the noodle shop on Fengling Road.
He and Lin Xue used to come here often.
The decoration of the noodle shop is still the same. It is past meal time and there are not too many people. They sat down by the window on the first floor.
The waiter came over and asked politely, "What do you three want to eat?"
Mo Zili did not wait for Qu Lingqiang and the others to speak, and spoke first: "Bring me your menu."
"Okay." The waiter hurriedly turned around and took a menu from the counter and handed it to him.
In addition to the special noodles of our shop, there are also some stir-fried vegetables.
Seeing the name of the stir-fried dish, Mo Zili's peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up.
"I want to eat this fish-flavored shredded pork, vinegared potato shreds, sweet and sour meatballs, and, moreover, crispy pork!" He wanted to order more, but Lin Xue snatched the menu.
"Mo Zili, if you order more, you won't be able to finish eating."
Then, she looked at the waiter with some embarrassment: "Three bowls of noodles in clear soup, thank you!"
"What about the dish just ordered!" the waiter asked uncertainly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com