After Mu Qing finished speaking, he didn't care about the embarrassment of the restaurant owner, he walked over with a smile, Ziyan Mingchen was drinking quietly, and he felt a person walking on the other side, he raised his eyes and swept away, and then he looked at a smiling face, Mu Qing looked at him and smiled; "I'm sorry, but the seats in the food building are full, do you mind if you would like to set up a table under you?"

Ziyan Mingchen retracted his eyes, nodded coldly, Mu Qing sat down, ordered wine and food, observed him quietly for a while, and said with a smile: "Mr. is not from a small town, right?" ”

The other party glanced at him vigilantly, and Mu Qing explained with a smile: "Sir, don't be nervous, Mu Qing has no malicious intent, just look at Mr. and ask with some curiosity."

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to respond, Mu Qing smiled, reached out and took out a paper bag from his arms, and slowly opened it.

Inside the paper bag are a few pieces of guiyun cake, faintly exuding fragrance.

Mu Qing picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, and raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction. As if sensing the other party's projected gaze, Mu Qing pushed the pastry forward and asked with a smile, "Sir, do you want to taste it?" This is a special product of the wind spirit, and it is not often eaten here."

Ziyan Mingchen was silent for a while, and reached out to pick up the Guiyun cake.

The pastry melts in your mouth, and the sweetness of osmanthus and the lightness of kidney beans fill your mouth.

Ziyan Mingchen chewed carefully, and slowly tasted a little familiar, as if he had eaten this taste before, after hesitating, Ziyan Mingchen asked, "Where did you buy this pastry?" Probably tell me? ”

Mu Qing smiled and shook his head, his voice slightly revealing a little pride, "This is what Madame did, and Huayu Town can't buy it."

Ziyan Mingchen was stunned, "Madame is a wind spirit person?" ”

"Well, Mr. is also a Wind Spirit?"

Ziyan Mingchen nodded, and when Mu Qing heard this, he was a little excited: "Is that gentleman willing to go back to the cold house with Mu Qing?" ”

Seeing that the other party's eyes were puzzled, Mu Qing hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, sir, Mu Qing has no malicious intent, he just wants to ask Mr. for a favor." Madame is also a wind spirit person, because she had a serious illness a few years ago, and she forgot all the things in the past, Mu Qing thought that Mr. is also a wind spirit person, maybe he can help Mrs. recall something"

Ziyan Mingchen's eyes flickered slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, he raised his head for a while, and nodded slightly under Mu Qing's expectant gaze.

"Thank you, sir, it's getting late today, Mu Qingming will come to invite Mr. tomorrow"

Ziyan Mingchen lowered his body and watched the other party leave, he withdrew his eyes, looked down at the paper bag on the table, and clenched his fists slightly.

Sichen, could it be you?

In the early morning of the next day, Mu Qing came to invite Ziyan Mingchen as promised.

The two walked along the street for two quarters of an hour, and came to a quaint courtyard, Mu Qing pushed open the door, invited Ziyan Mingchen in, added tea for the other party, and said with a smile: "Mr. drink some tea to rest his feet first, I'll call Mrs. out."

After speaking, he quickly walked to the bedroom.

Ziyan Mingchen drank tea quietly, only to see Mu Qing walk in apologetically, "Let Mr. wait for a long time, Mu Qing asked the neighbors, only to know that Mrs. and the boy went out early in the morning"

Hearing that the other party had an heir, Ziyan Mingchen was slightly disappointed, stood up, and said goodbye to the other party, "It's okay, my wife is not here, I won't stay longer, and he will see you again one day."

Ziyan Mingchen said and walked out of the small courtyard.

Creak.

Before Ziyan Mingchen walked out of the small courtyard, the courtyard door was opened from the outside, and the young woman walked in with a vegetable basket in one hand and a child in the other.

She was dressed very plainly, but there was a touch of tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes.

As if feeling the gaze projected not far away, the woman raised her head, and her clear and indifferent eyes fell into Ziyan Mingchen's eyes in an instant.