While Zhao Xinyi was busy, she paid attention to these customers and was surprised: "Who is the man wearing the mask? Why are so many people coming to see him..."
"Wow, these girls are all your fans?" Murong Bailing looked at so many people staring at Tang Yuyao, and after thinking about it carefully, he understood, pointing to the mask on Tang Yuyao's mouth and whispered: "This is
The reason why you wear a mask, right? To attract the attention of passers-by - you can think of it! It’s really despicable!”
"Well……"
Tang Yuyao also knew that the mask was to blame. It had been a long time since the rice noodles were served. If he wanted to eat rice noodles, he had to take off his mask, but with so many people's eyes... did he take it off or was he puzzled?
"How boring!"
Zhao Yiming was watching TV at home depressedly. It had been a long time since he came home from his summer job. He repeatedly asked his mother to help at the rice noodle stall, but his mother insisted on saying that he worked hard and refused to go by himself! During the day, his sister also
If you don’t go to work, why can your younger sister go? Is your younger sister taller than you?
Cute child, although Zhao Yiming thought so in his heart, he understood that this was because his mother preferred him...
Since ancient times, most mothers have liked women, while fathers have loved their daughters more.
Really no longer in the mood to watch TV, Zhao Yiyi walked into his small room and found a diary from the drawer. On the diary, he saw the words 'Brother Tang's Oral Story of Romance'...
This diary was exactly what Zhao Mingming had been recording about Tang Yuyao. He had never dared to show it to anyone. First, the things written in it were too scary, but it was also a sign of respect for Tang Yuyao.
He bowed to the diary and said: "Brother Tang, you are so powerful. You must be able to communicate with gods! Please bless my mother to change her mind and let me help at the rice noodle stall! I don't want them-"
Just then, the landline phone in the house rang.
Zhao Yiming answered the phone in surprise, his little eyes in his glasses kept wide open: "Brother Tang is really a god! My mother called me before my request was over!"
Putting on his shoes quickly, Zhao rushed out of the house as fast as he could. His mother said that there were so many people today, and my sister was already too busy, so she had to run faster...
…
"Ah owe!"
In the snack street, among the crowds of women, Tang Yuyao, who had been staring at the rice noodles, sneezed solidly.
"Who's talking about me?"
Before he had time to think about it, sweat poured down from his forehead, back, and whole body like rain. Tang Yuyao quickly reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Damn it, is it sinful to wear a mask? Tang Yuyao really wanted to stand up and scream at these people who were staring at him, but he was afraid of driving away Zhao Xinyi's business, so he had no choice but to walk or stand and take off his mask.
, sitting there without taking off the mask...
Today was a very unlucky day. After looking at the dense crowd around him, Tang Yuyao slapped the door with his palm. Unfortunately, how could a small breeze relieve the heat? It didn't help.
He really didn’t know what Murong Bailing was made of. In such a hot environment, he enjoyed eating the hot rice noodles with relish! Isn’t she afraid of heat? Or is it that women are really made of water, with a higher specific heat capacity than men, and are affected by the temperature?
Not big enough?
Anyway, Tang Yuyao was going crazy with the heat - it was hot in the middle of hundreds of people in the middle of summer, and with the burning eyes of the crowd, the temperature rose again to several extremes. Finally, he covered his mouth with this damn mask.
My nose and breath are full of hot air, and it’s hard not to die from the heat!
Tang Yuyao really didn't understand. Didn't he just wear a mask in the summer? Is this so strange? As for being so obsessed with it that he can't leave it?