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After escaping from Daqian Palace, Ying Yue finally lived the life she had dreamed of.
Open a snack shop and sell beef and sheep noodles.
The only trouble is the little master who brought her out.
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The scholar next door came to eat noodles. When he paid, he looked at Ying Yue twice and praised her with a red face.
Before Ying Yue could speak, a "bang" came from behind her.
Her little master placed a whole bowl of hot noodles with soup and water on the table.
Someone slowly took out the handkerchief and wiped his hands, tilted his head and looked at her with red eyes:
"Sorry, sister, my hand slipped."
The scholar was so frightened that he ran away.
Ying Yue was so angry that she stabbed him with a rolling pin:
"What are you crazy about? That's two cents!"
Not only did he not hide, he rested on her shoulders as if he were boneless, his voice aggrieved and sticky:
"My sister is mean to me. It's obvious that he looks at her with dirty eyes. She doesn't help me vent my anger, but she only feels sorry for the two cents..."
As he spoke, he restlessly put his hands around her waist, arched his head into the crook of her neck, and complained in a low voice:
"I can't eat any noodles, so my sister has to compensate me with meat."
Ying Yue felt a little numb: "We have used up all the meat today. I will buy meat for you tomorrow."
He raised his eyes and stared at her lips with a half-smile, his eyes dark: "Isn't this ready-made?"
Intention: the symbiosis of love and ambition, the parallelism of redemption and conquest.