The Qiao family is some distance away from the North China School. More than half an hour later, the car arrived at the destination.
Fu Lanshen parked the car and found that the girl in the passenger seat had fallen asleep at some point. The sunlight shone in from the car window, coating her with a layer of warm light, making her already fair skin even whiter and almost transparent.
She tilted her head slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a layer of silhouette on the bridge of her nose, which was elegant and picturesque. Because of her sleeping posture, the collar of her white shirt was slightly open, revealing a snow-white swan neck, and then down, it was the beautifully curved delicate clavicle, and then down, it was the looming...
Fu Lanshen's eyes burned, and he hurriedly looked away, put his fist to his lips, and coughed lightly.
Do not look at what is inappropriate! Do not look at what is inappropriate!
Fu Lanshen silently recited the Taoist "Purifying Heart Mantra" several times in his heart before he suppressed the heat in his heart.
"Ding Dong." A message notification sound came from the air.
It was this gentle sound that woke up Mu Qingli from her deep sleep. She opened her eyes, dazed for a moment, then turned to look at Fu Lanshen, "Are we there yet?" Because she had just woken up, her clear voice was a little lazy, like a sated cat.
"Yeah." Fu Lanshen had a tight face, "We're here."
He was always arrogant, and at this moment, he looked like he was sitting upright, and there was nothing unusual about it.
"Oh." Mu Qingli nodded, took out her school uniform from her backpack and quickly put it on, turned her head, and thanked Fu Lanshen, "Seventh Uncle, thank you for sending me to school, I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Fu Lanshen raised his eyes slightly, and there was no expression in his deep eyes, "It's better to do it today than to wait for a day, let's do it today."
"Ah?" Mu Qingli was stunned. She was just saying a polite word, but she didn't expect Fu Lanshen to take it seriously!
"What?" Fu Lanshen opened his thin lips and asked, "Were you just being polite?"
"Of course not." Mu Qingli quickly responded, "I just think the environment here is shabby, and some vendors don't even have health permits. I'm afraid you won't be used to it, Uncle Qi."
Fu Lanshen has been in a high position for many years, and he always goes in and out of five-star hotels. There was once a newspaper report that the Fu family even airlifted the vegetable washing water from Viti Levu in the South Pacific. How
can such a person eat a roadside stall with no food?
"It's okay, I'm used to it." As he spoke, Fu Lanshen had already opened the car door and leaned out.
Mu Qingli got out with him.
It was the noon school dismissal period, and both sides of the school gate were crowded with vendors selling all kinds of snacks, including egg fried rice, flat noodles, fried rice cakes, spicy hot pot, eight-treasure porridge, wolf tooth potatoes, hot and sour noodles, rice noodles, barbecue, etc. There were all kinds of snacks.
Students in school uniforms were walking between the stalls in groups of two or three, with smiles on their faces, full of youth. Looking at the little girl next to him, who was also wearing a loose school uniform, he seemed really not young.
Fu Lanshen withdrew his gaze indifferently.
Mu Qingli walked in front and asked Fu Lanshen for his opinion, "Uncle Qi, what do you want to eat?"
"Whatever." Fu Lanshen walked among the crowd, exuding an air of nobility that could not be ignored, with a sense of déjà vu of an ancient emperor's incognito visit.
"Then let's have banmian?" Mu Qingli looked back.
"Okay." Fu Lanshen nodded slightly.
The two of them came to the stall selling banmian and sat down.
The two of them were already handsome and beautiful, with extraordinary demeanor, and they were outstanding. At this moment, the two of them sitting here, they raised the level of this inconspicuous stall by several levels. I don't know how many students looked back here frequently.
"What do you want to eat?" The stall owner was a middle-aged woman in her forties, slightly fat, not very tall, and looked very friendly.
"I want a bowl of flat noodles with kelp and lamb's trotters, no onions, and more spicy food." After saying that, Mu Qingli looked at Fu Lanshen, "Uncle Qi, what do you want to eat?"
Fu Lanshen pondered for a moment, "Same as you."
"Then do you have any dietary restrictions?" Mu Qingli asked. Fu
Lanshen continued, "No onions."
It was rare to meet an uncle and nephew with the same taste. The female stall owner smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, the noodles will be ready soon."
Before eating, Mu Qingli took out a paper towel and wiped the half-worn table carefully, then rinsed the disposable chopsticks and spoon with hot water. After confirming that they were clean, she handed the chopsticks to Fu Lanshen, "Uncle Qi, here."
Just at this time, the flat noodles were also served on the table. Two full bowls were very generous. There was a layer of tempting red oil floating on the noodle soup, and coriander and minced garlic floating on the red oil. Just looking at it like this is enough to make people's taste buds open.
Mu Qingli skillfully used chopsticks to stir the noodles evenly, allowing the coriander and minced garlic to fully blend into the soup, and then poured a spoonful of balsamic vinegar on it. It was sour, spicy and refreshing, and the taste made people want to swallow their tongues.
Seeing the little girl eating so deliciously, and looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him full of red oil, Fu Lanshen suddenly felt a little at a loss.
"Uncle Qi, why don't you eat?" Mu Qingli raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Lanshen.
"It's too hot, I'll wait."
Mu Qingli took a sip of noodles, "Eat quickly, the noodles will not taste good if they clump together."
The noodles were very hot, and the mist curled around, making the clear and picturesque facial features looming. The crimson lips were ravaged by the pepper, and they were so red that they were almost bleeding, but they were not embarrassed, but extremely charming, adding a few different styles.