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"Would you like to eat small wontons?"

"Huh?" Han Chen didn't realize it.

Zhou Mo: "I'm in a bad mood, I want to eat small wontons."

Han Chen: "Which one do you want to go to? The one near No. [-] Middle School or the one on Xiaole Street?"

Zhou Mo was in a trance for a moment, "Do you still remember?"

Han Chen felt a little unnatural, "Which one do you want to go to?"

"Across from No. [-] Middle School."

Han Chen turned the steering wheel and the car changed lanes.

No. [-] Middle School is the high school alma mater of Han Chen and Zhou Mo. It is very close to Yuanshangju. It takes more than ten minutes to walk from Zhou Mo's house.

Yuanshangju is the old town of Dongjiang. The schools here, from junior high school to high school, are famous schools with a long history in Dongjiang.

Dongjiang No. [-] Middle School is the best public high school in Dongjiang, and there is also a private high school that is comparable to No. [-] Middle School - Dongjiang No. [-] Middle School.

It is said that at that time, the children of Dongjiang’s upper classes were all in Dongjiang No. [-] Middle School. The school was very strict, and the slogans they played were all international boarding schools.

Liang Xinyun originally planned to send Han Chen to No. [-] Middle School, but when she heard that she was going to live on campus, and Han Chen's ability to take care of herself was too poor at that time, it was impossible for her to take care of herself, so Liang Xinyun gave up this plan.

But to enter No. [-] Middle School, one must have a house in the school district. Liang Xinyun asked someone to search around, and finally found a house for sale, which happened to be the neighbor across the door from Zhou Mo's house.

From then on, Zhou Mo and Han Chen became neighbors.

Around the school, various small shops are still open. The roads in the old city are not very wide, and most of the shops are also very small. Many barbecue shops and snack bars simply set up tables on the sidewalk at the entrance to broaden their business scope.

Smoky and bustling, a familiar feeling filled my heart.

"It's been a long time since I came here," Zhou Mo couldn't help sniffling, sniffing the familiar smoke.

"A new handmade ice cream shop opened over there." She suddenly made a big discovery.

Han Chen glanced, "You can't eat."

"Who said I can't eat."

"Are you not on your period?"

"..." Zhou Mo was embarrassed, his face flushed slightly, "How do you know?"

"Last time your bag fell off my sofa, and there was half a bag of Val in it."

Zhou Mo chuckled without emotion, "You are so meticulous in your observations that you can even remember the brand name."

"Haven't you always used this brand?"

Zhou Mo was completely speechless, she realized later, and suddenly realized something, "That's why you just told Liu Kai that I can't eat cake?"

"if not?"

Zhou Mo squinted at him, "You are so good, it's a pity not to be a detective."

"Are you still eating wontons?" Han Chen asked.

"eat."

Han Chen turned around and entered the wonton shop, and Zhou Mo followed suit.

The Wonton shop is very small. Because of the renovation of the old city, the shop here has undergone a unified renovation. The walls are covered with shallow light orange tiles, and they are simply decorated with straw bundles. Several fabric patterns are hung, which gives an idyllic atmosphere. full.

When the boss saw a customer coming, he warmly greeted him, "You guys just happened to come, if you come later, I'm going to close the shop. What do you two want to eat?"

"You order," Han Chen handed over the choice to Zhou Mo.

"I want to eat small wontons, how about you? Have a bowl too?" Zhou Mo asked Han Chen for his opinion.

"I'm not hungry, just order one." Han Chen casually found an empty seat next to him and sat down.

Zhou Mo said to the boss: "I want a small wonton, no coriander."

"Okay," the boss turned around and went to the back kitchen.

Sitting opposite Han Chen, Zhou Mo looked around curiously at the changes, "It's different from before."

"It's been ten years, it's impossible not to change."

Zhou Mo glanced at Han Chen slightly, "Yeah, after ten years, you are still the same as before, good at talking to death."

Han Chen cast his eyes wide and said no more.

The wontons came out quickly, and after a while the boss came over with a plate, "Little wontons for you two."

Zhou Mo took the plate, "Boss, when did this restaurant change?"

The previous owners were a couple in their 50s.

"There is no replacement. My parents were driving it before. They are getting old and going back to their hometown to take care of the elderly. Let me take care of the store."

"No wonder," said Zhou Mo, who hadn't seen the current boss much.

"Are you graduated from No. [-] Middle School?" the boss asked.

"How do you know?" Zhou Mo was surprised.

"Do you know that the customers of my parents who opened this store are all from five or six years ago. You should be students of No. [-] Middle School. You are so young, are you still in college?"

Zhou Mo covered her lips and snickered, "It's not that young, but I'm still in school."

She played a wicked trick, winked at Han Chen and said, "He's over 30."

The boss followed the trend and looked at Han Chen.

Perhaps it was because Han Chen shaved his head. The reason for his hairstyle is that he is a bit more mature than when he had long hair.

The boss said: "That's also very young, and it doesn't look like it's over 35."

Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing, but seeing Han Chen's dark face, she couldn't laugh out loud, so she could only hold back.

When the boss left, she burst out laughing.

Han Chen glanced at her, "You are only one year younger than me, if I am an old man of 29, you are an old woman of [-]."

Zhou Mo's smile froze, "Haven't you heard that a woman's age is a secret?"

"You mentioned it first."

"..." Zhou Mo was out of breath, scooped up a wonton and swallowed it in one gulp, as if that wonton was Han Chen.

There are seaweed and shrimp in the wonton soup, and it is also served with pickled mustard, which tastes very fresh.

Before the meal, Zhou Mo had no appetite and didn't eat much. Now when she encountered the delicious little wontons, her craving and hunger were hooked, and she ate half of the bowl in two or three bites.

Looking up and seeing Han Chen staring at her eating, Zhou Mo asked, "Do you want to eat?"

"you eat."

"Why don't you ask the boss for another spoon?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Oh," Zhou Mo ignored him and continued tasting with relish.

Although she was hungry, she never had a big appetite. The boss was too kind, so she ordered a small wonton, but the portion was not small at all.

Zhou Mo had already worked hard to eat, but there was still some left in the end.

"I can't finish eating, there are so many." Zhou Mo put down the spoon, held it for a while, and said, "No, it is not a good habit to waste food."

After that, she picked up the spoon again.

Han Chen suddenly pressed her hand from behind, "Don't force yourself if you can't finish eating, it will be uncomfortable after eating."

"I don't feel good if I can't finish it."

Han Chen pursed his lips, "I'll eat."

He took the spoon from Zhou Mo's hand and moved the dinner plate in front of him.

Before Zhou Mo could react, Han Chen had already scooped one into his mouth.

"No, that's what I used, you can change it anyway..."

Han Chen raised his eyelids, "It's not like I've never used it before."

Zhou Mo's cheeks were inexplicably hot.

Memories from high school gradually reappeared in her mind, images from the past overlapped with today's scenes, and Zhou Mo gradually fell into the old Han Chen.

I used to think that Han Chen was boring and didn't know how to chat, so falling in love with him was a kind of torture.

Coupled with his lukewarm personality and complete inability to take care of himself at that time, Zhou Mo actually disliked him in his heart.