Pei Xiaoqing felt that her heart was about to jump into her throat. If he was really Yunxi, she would marry him without hesitation. Whether it was a marriage again or a couple reunion, as long as she could be with Yunxi again.

"I am Yuanrong, my cousin. Although no one wants to be regarded as another person, as long as you are willing to marry me, I don't mind." Yuanrong said in Pei Xiaoqing's eyes.

"Are you Yuan Rong? Zhenti is just Yuan Rong?" Pei Xiaoqing asked again unwillingly.

"I am Yuanrong." Yuanrong's eyes dimmed a little.

Is he just Yuan Rong? Her prompt is so obvious. He still said that he is just Yuan Rong. It is indeed because he has fantasies. It is just that some small habits are similar. The old lady said that Yuan Rong is in his twenties, Yun Xi is only twenty years old, and he is several years younger. Yun Xi is so beautiful, as beautiful as an immortal in the painting, but Yuan Rong is very ordinary, and he is obviously a different person. What's wrong with him? He has repeatedly admitted his mistakes.

Her face turned from white to red. She smiled apologetically and said, "I don't plan to marry again. It's good to live like this. I'm sorry, I'm confused and almost recognized the wrong person again. My cousin should sit down and eat it, the food is going to be cold."

After saying that, she dragged her feet back to the kitchen and sat blankly in the stove, looking at the lively and jumping flames in the stove. She was sad for a moment, but her eyes were dry and she couldn't shed a single tear.

The next day, Pei Xiaoqing moved all the dishes she had cooked the day before to Renren's house and taught the chef to stir-fry them.

The fragrance of vegetables suddenly filled a small street, and the business dealers on both sides couldn't help but come in and asked, "What kind of vegetable are you doing? It's so fragrant."

The guy said, "It's very cheap. I have three big children in a bowl. You feel it smells good. Buy one and try it."

The vendor heard that it was just a bowl of three big boys, so he really sat down and ordered two dishes, a glass of wine, and drank them all. He ate them and praised them all: "Yeah, what kind of dish is this? It's so fragrant and delicious."

"You can help you shout and make a big deal later, and help us grow our business." The guy replied with a smile.

Those refugees who are not in bad situations usually live in dilapidated temples or empty courtyards at night, or rent some people's woodsheds in the town. They don't have any savings, and they will find some odd jobs to do during the day, so they will not become beggars. Pei Xiaoqing's restaurants are the main targets of these poor people, who are purely small profits and can't make much money.

When the refugees were happy to see the small derogatory, a few of them raised money together. After each of them bought a large bowl of noodles, two of them gathered together to eat a dish, which was also considered to be a improvement in their lives.

As a result, after eating, my tongue almost swallowed it. Such delicious dishes were rare even when I didn’t leave my hometown. The most important thing is that they were still muddy dishes, which were a lot of oil and water. These people hadn’t been mixed for a long time, so they naturally became happier. When they went out, they started to help everyone do free publicity without giving instructions.

In this way, many refugees will also ask for a piece of vegetables in addition to a bowl of stewed noodles. The hawkers in the town, who live a tight life, want to improve their lives and have tooth-making sacrifices, will also buy one or two dishes with bowls to buy for the children to eat.
Chapter completed!